Page 26 of Sweet Omega
Heat climbed up Ludiin’s neck at the sudden attention. He quickened his pace, desperate to get away.
“Don’t run,” Tarymn said, as his fingers wrapped around Ludiin’s arm, slowing him down. The touch seared. Another surge of electricity shot through Ludiin’s body, more consuming than before, a shiver racing down his spine. A reminder of how good it had felt to have Tarymn touch him.
Fuck. He shouldn’t touch me.
“Sorry,” Ludiin mumbled, forcing his voice out as he carefully tugged his arm free, the skin still tingling where Tarymn’s hand had been. “I’m usually in class by now.”
Tarymn said nothing. He only fell into step beside him, his silence somehow louder. Ludiin shook his head, muttering silently to himself to just keep walking, to ignore everything as he made his way to his building.
He slipped into the classroom, keeping his eyes down, careful not to meet the curious gazes of the other students as he headed to the little nook in the back where his workbench sat waiting.
“You’re all the way in the back,” Tarymn observed, his gaze sweeping over the students laughing and jostling at their stations.
“I like my space,” Ludiin muttered, taking the box from him. The weight of the box was nothing compared to Tarymn’s heavy stare, lingering on him, as if the alpha wanted to say something else but swallowed it back.
Instead, Tarymn pulled out his connector and held it out.
“What?” Ludiin asked, blinking at it.
“Your code. Give it to me,” Tarymn said simply.
Hesitant, Ludiin took the device, his fingers brushing Tarymn’s again.
Fuck, Ludiin silently moaned, teeth sinking into his lower lip to stifle the rush of heat that surged through him and settled in his hole. His hands fumbled for a second before he managed to punch in his code. When he was done, he carefully handed it back, not to risk brushing against the alpha again.
A second later, his own connector buzzed from his satchel, a soft chime blending with the chatter in the room.
“Connect with me when you’re done. I’ll come and pick you up,” Tarymn said.
“You don’t have to,” Ludiin protested quickly. “I’m going to leave the machine here.”
“I know,” Tarymn said. He stepped back, giving Ludiin one last unreadable look before turning and walking out.
Ludiin’s heart hammered in his chest as he stared at the empty spot where Tarymn had been, one thought clear in his mind.
There was no way he could pretend that night had never happened.
***
Tarymn
“Is he okay?” Pitra asked, his tone tight with worry.
Fuck. He was worried too. Ludiin was making them both worry.Damn him.
Every instinct screamed at him to go back, to make sure the omega was all right. Tarymn’s chest tightened, his gaze on the door that led out of the parking dome. He forced himself to stay seated, knuckles whitening where his hands gripped his knees.
Fuck, what the hell was this?With a sharp shake of his head, he turned to Pitra instead.
“Let’s go before I’m late for my play day,” he said.
“Yes, master,” Pitra murmured. A heavy silence hung between them as the pod drifted through traffic, the hum of the engine filling the space.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Tarymn said at last, though the words sounded unconvincing even to his own ears.
“I’m sure he is,” Pitra said quickly, agreeing without hesitation.
Tarymn’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding. “You don’t have to agree with me.”
