Page 93 of Sweet Omega
Tarymn’s eyes snapped wide. “What?”
“Answer the question,” Deltta pressed. “Was he scared?”
Tarymn hesitated, the memory flooding back. He hadn’t been thinking clearly then, only drowning in need, but no, Ludiin hadn’t pushed him away. He hadn’t frozen in fear. If anything… he’d melted into him.
Tarymn shook his head.
“He wasn’t scared,” Deltta said. “Go home and finish what you started in that washroom.”
Tarymn stood immediately, then soon regretted it as the room started to spin. His hand shot out and gripped the armrest before he fell.
“Shit. I think I’m drunk.”
“You think?” Deltta barked out a laugh.
Tarymn sat back down with a heavy thud. “Can I crash here? I don’t think I can go home like this.”
“Of course,” Deltta said.
A comfortable silence settled between them. Tarymn let his eyes fall shut, muscles slowly uncoiling as sleep began to creep in at the edges.
Then Deltta spoke again, breaking the quiet. “Five long years.” He whistled in disbelief. “You must be crawling out of your skin. How did you survive your heats with your mate just down the hall? That couldn’t have been easy.”
“It wasn’t,” Tarymn bit out.
Deltta groaned, dragging a hand down his face as if he could feel Tarymn’s pain. “Fuck. I can imagine.”
“Sirhe helped.”
“Micha? What did he do?”
“He knocked me out.” A dry, humorless laugh slipped out. “You should thank me, actually. Sirhe tested the drug he gave you on me. I was the experiment.”
Deltta winced, his expression flickering with guilt. “Thanks…I guess.”
“So, am I forgiven?” Tarymn asked quietly, “for walking away when you needed me?”
Deltta studied him for a long beat before nodding. “Yeah, you’re forgiven. But don’t you ever do that again.”
“Never,” Tarymn promised, exhaling a long, tired sigh. “I fucking miss having sex,” he blurted.
Snickering, Deltta pushed himself up with a lazy stretch, shaking his head as though he couldn’t believe half the things Tarymn had just spilled. “Tomorrow, you’ll claim your mate, and you can have all the sex you want,” he said, brushing off his pants. “He’s probably waiting for you right now.”
“You think?”
“Yes,” Deltta said firmly.
“Fuck,” Tarymn muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “I hope so.”
“Quit overthinking and trust your instincts,” Deltta shot back, already turning toward the door. A wide yawn split his face as he added, “I’m going to bed. Mac’s waiting for me.”
“Good night,” Tarymn muttered as he trudged toward the recliner Deltta had just vacated. He collapsed into the seat with a weary sigh, sinking into the lingering warmth.
“Guest room’s upstairs,” Deltta called over his shoulder.
“I won’t make it up there. Your vile spirit just declared war on my nervous system.”
“I told you it would fix everything,” Deltta cackled, his voice full of smug satisfaction. His laughter trailed after him, bouncing off the walls like it had a life of its own. It echoed around Tarymn, mocking him without mercy.
