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“Fuck my life,” Tarymn mumbled, slurring slightly as he rolled onto his side to face the wall. The world spun gently, a lazy tilt that made him nauseous with regret. He hoped Ludiin had made it home safely. He had made sure Hym knew where he was. Hym would make sure he got home safely.
Tomorrow, I’ll fix everything.
Tarymn squeezed his eyes shut, then shivered.
Fuck. Even through the spirit induced fog his body still hummed with the memory of Ludiin. His scent. His mouth and his fucking body.
Soon, he’ll be mine, Tarymn growled as sleep finally dragged him under.
Chapter 19
Ludiin
Tarymn wasn’t home.
That much Hym had told him. Ludiin gave the alpha’s bedroom door an evil look as he slipped into his room. A shaky breath rippled through him as he tried his best not to think about what happened in that washroom and focused on getting ready for bed. But his mind was bent on making him relive every moment, hear every gasp, shiver at the slightest touch of his fingers as he put on his sleeping clothes.
Fucking hell, Ludiin mumbled to himself, hating that he was feeling everything again. Damn, Luci for taking the tea away from him. Without it, there was no shield, and now every thought of Tarymn hit too deep. Ludiin couldn’t help but want him. Again. Even though he rejected him. Again.
“Stupid,” he whispered to himself as he crawled into bed and stared at the ceiling. But the ceiling offered no comfort. He lay there for hours, his body thrumming with restless energy, his mind circling endlessly, dissecting every touch, every kiss, every moment until all that was left was fire beneath his skin.
“Go to sleep, please,” Ludiin begged, turning to his front. He gasped as his very hard cock brushed against the mattress. Heat licked down his spine, slow and unrelenting, like it had a mouth and a purpose. Turning him inside out.
Fuck.
Ludiin dragged in a labored breath. Without thinking he shoved to his feet and attacked his clothes.
Was it supposed to feel like this? Like was coming out of his skin. Every breath felt too shallow. He felt like he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t do something.
Naked, Ludiin dropped onto the bed, his thighs sliding open as he reached for his dripping hole. His cock dripped precum on his stomach, making a mess.
“Fuck,” he cursed. Stunned. Overwhelmed by his own reaction.
He bit into his bottom lip to keep from moaning as he rubbed his fingers over the tight ring of muscles.
Tarymn kissed me here,he thought, the memory rippling through him like a current he couldn’t shake. His fingers brushed over his hole in soft, slow, deliberate strokes, mimicking the way Tarymn’s tongue had licked him, devoured him right before he rammed it deep inside him. Ludiin shoved two fingers inside him. And then—
Ludiin clutched the pillow to his face and screamed as cum shot out of his cock in an explosive stream that hit his chest. Overwhelming pleasure flooded his veins, leaving him breathless, trembling.
Shit. This was terrible. He was right back where he started. Maybe he could convince Luci to give him the tea again. He couldn’t take this. Not again. Ludiin blinked hard, fighting the sting of tears that blurred his vision.
Tomorrow.
He would talk to Luci tomorrow. Maybe if he told him everything—every humiliating detail of what happened in that washroom with Tarymn—then maybe Luci would understand.
He squeezed his eyes shut, but sleep refused him. His body remained restless, knotted with tension, until the faint sound of footsteps reached his ears at dawn.
Tarymn.
The knowledge sent a shiver down his spine. His body went rigid, every nerve suddenly awake, hyperaware of the alpha’s presence even though a wall separated them. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest as his gaze drifted to the door.
It was ridiculous. He knew Tarymn wasn’t going to walk in. And yet, gods, he wanted him to. He longed for it. Craved it.
You’re so stupid, Ludiin scolded himself as he turned away from the door, curling into himself as if that would silence the aching need still gnawing at him.
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“Ludiin!”
