“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice rough with concern as his eyes snapped to the omega’s face.
“Yes. I don’t know why,” he cried. “I think I’m broken. It’s been days. I can’t take it anymore. Please…do something.” Ludiin begged as he pressed his body closer, every part of him trembling with need.
“Days? What are you talking about?” Tarymn asked, his voice sharp with disbelief. “How long have you been in heat?”
“Six days,” Ludiin whispered.
“Six days?” he snapped. “Are you out of your mind?”
Ludiin flinched, his eyes glistening. “I’m sorry,” he choked out.
Tarymn cursed under his breath.
“Shhh,” he murmured as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Ludiin’s cheek. “I didn’t mean to yell.”
Ludiin closed his eyes and leaned into the touch like it was the only warmth he’d felt in days.
“Since your heat started… have you managed to come?” Tarymn asked.
When Ludiin shook his head, and a silent tear slipped down his cheek, the sight nearly undid him.
Shit.
Tarymn’s chest tightened. He knew what this meant. Ludiin needed an alpha. It was extremely rare, but there were omegas whose heats were unbearable without an alpha’s presence. And the longer Ludiin went without one, the worse it would get.
Frustration and worry twisted inside him. “Why didn’t you tell your brother what was happening?” he demanded. “He would’ve found you an alpha. You can’t go through your heat alone.”
“I thought it would be over soon. I didn’t want to bother him,” Ludiin said, his voice small and uncertain as he turned his face away.
“Bother him! This is serious, Ludiin,” Tarymn barked, his voice echoing louder than he intended. Ludiin flinched, shrinking back at the sharp tone.
Shit,Tarymn exhaled hard, running a hand down his face. He hadn’t meant to yell… again. The omega hadn’t done anything wrong. He probably didn’t even understand what was happening to his own body.
But Tarymn did. And it was bad. Unchecked heat for six days… Tarymn swallowed hard, fear tightening his chest. It was a miracle Ludiin had held on this long.
He fucking needed an alpha. Now.
Where the fuck was he going to find an alpha this late?And even if he did… could Ludiin survive the wait? Every minute counted. He didn’t have time. By the time he found someone, it might already be too late. Fuck.Tarymn’s gaze slid back to Ludiin — pale and trembling, eyes glassy with need. Tarymn clenched his fists.There was no other option.
He had to do something.
“Get on top of me,” Tarymn snapped as he sat against the headboard, reality morphing into an alternate universe where he was about to give his stepbrother his cock.
He pushed his pants and underclothes to just below his throbbing cock and held his breath as Ludiin crawled on top of him, burying his face against his neck. The tiniest puffs of air hit Tarymn’s skin, sending shivers down his spine. He gritted his teeth, trying his best to keep his cool.
But fuck…it felt so good. So, fucking good.
Stay detached, you’re giving him your cock, not fucking him, Tarymn admonished himself.
“Lift up,” he directed in a clipped tone as he closed his hand around his cock. The damn thing pulsed, growing bigger and thicker like it was fucking eager to do this.
He wasn’t eager. No. He was helping. Giving Ludiin his cock to use wasn’t the same as fucking him.
Of course, it wasn’t.
“What now?” Ludiin asked, interrupting his internal conversation. The omega was on his knees, straddling him, his eyes fixed on it. Fixed on Tarymn’s cock. Mesmerized.
And Tarymn could feel his gaze like a fucking touch. His cock jerked, precum beading the slit.