22. Chapter 22
Ludiin
L udiin’s tongue flicked out to wet his suddenly dry lips, a needy ache curling low in his belly. That wild, electric hunger gripped him again, begging to be fed.
“Answer me,” Tarymn said, his voice deceptively calm. But beneath that calm, anger simmered, thrumming in the air between them. It wrapped around Ludiin, sending a shiver down his spine. His pulse thundered in his ears, every beat loud enough to drown out reason.
What the hell is wrong with me? Ludiin thought, panic and desire tangling until he couldn’t tell one from the other. He shouldn’t crave this. He shouldn’t want Tarymn angry.
But he did. God, he did.
The hunger in him rose like a tide, spilling into every corner of his chest. He wanted Tarymn to end this torture, to stop holding back, to reach for him the way he had in that washroom, the way he always did during his heats, leaving him no space to think, only to feel.
“Is he?” Tarymn asked again.
“I said he’s my model,” Ludiin bit out. The reply barely left his lips before a growl tore from Tarymn’s chest, deep and primal, the sound vibrating through the room like a warning rumble from a storm about to break.
And then, Tarymn was on him. The workbench shuddered under the force of his body, tools clinking and scattering as he was pressed against it.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Teeth sank into the back of his neck, not deep enough to draw blood, but firm enough to send a shiver of warning down his spine.
“Tarymn?” Ludiin moaned.
“Stay still,” Tarymn growled. Ludiin swallowed hard, forcing his trembling body to obey.
“I won’t move,” he said.
“Good.”
“What are you going to do?” Ludiin asked, his voice shaky.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Tarymn said, but paused for a beat as if waiting for permission or daring him to refuse.
Tarymn must have taken his silence as a yes, because in the next breath, his hand closed around Ludiin’s jaw, angling his face until their mouths crashed together in a kiss that stole the air from Ludiin’s lungs.
A desperate moan slipped from Ludiin’s throat as he arched against Tarymn, his entire body burning. He didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. His body moved on instinct, like something primal had awakened in his bones. He rolled his hips, rubbing his ass against Tarymn’s hard cock.
Tarymn groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating between them as his fingers slid around Ludiin’s neck, holding him like he was something precious. He deepened the kiss with a hunger that made Ludiin dizzy.
Their mouths moved together as if they’d done this a thousand times before.
Ludiin whimpered as Tarymn’s hands slid into his lounge pants, warm palms skimming over his ass like he was memorizing every inch. He felt his knees buckle, but Tarymn was already there, catching him, bending him over the workbench.
Ludiin gripped the edges of the bench, knuckles white, as Tarymn's fingers toyed with his hole, sending electric sparks skittering down his spine. Each slow caress made him twitch and squirm, a moan catching in his throat.
Fuck, he was going to come.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled as his hole pulsed with renewed intensity, slick trickled down his inner thigh. A helpless moan escaped him as Tarymn’s fingers slipped inside, brushing over something that sent a jolt racing up his spine.
“I want inside you,” Tarymn growled, removing his fingers.
Seconds later, Ludiin felt Tarymn’s cock easing into his hole.
He hissed, the pressure, the stretch, overwhelming his senses.
He’d forgotten how big his cock was. Maybe the haze of his heats had dulled his senses, now it felt impossible, too big, too much. Or maybe it had been too long.
“Wait… wait…” Ludiin breathed out, overwhelmed, needing just a moment to adjust. But Tarymn didn’t stop, he kept going. He pulled out and slammed back in.
“You can take it baby, I know you can,” Tarymn murmured, his lips brushing softly down Ludiin’s neck to the curve of his shoulder.
Each kiss sent shivers down Ludiin’s spine, but it was the sharp graze of his teeth that sent a shudder through him, his eyes rolling back as sparks burst behind his eyelids.
He wanted it.
He wanted him to bite down, to leave a mark. Not just any mark, a claiming mark. He never imagined that omegas craved it too. But right then, the need pulsed through him.
Tarymn clutched his hips, fucking him hard and fast.
“Bite me,” Ludiin blurted out.
“What?”
“Now,” he screamed the word, fingers clutching the edge of the bench tight as something coiled deep inside.
Tarymn’s teeth sank into his flesh, sharp heat blooming at the point of contact. Ludiin’s eyes fluttered shut as his orgasm hit without warning.
“Ahh….mmm,” he moaned as cum shot out of his cock, soaking his pants.
“Fuck,” Tarymn groaned as he went still, gasping for air. And Ludiin felt it, his knot sliding into place, stretching him so good. His body trembled as another orgasm ripped through him. Ludiin threw back his head and screamed, coming so hard, his body went limp.
Tarymn lifted him effortlessly, then turned and made his way to the couch.
Each step was slow, deliberate, careful not to break their connection.
He sank into the cushions, keeping him close, his knot throbbed with a rhythmic pulse, each beat releasing a ripple of tingling sensations, a low hum of pleasure that sparked along Ludiin’s nerves and settled deep inside his skin.
“Squeeze your ass around me,” Tarymn commanded. Ludiin obeyed without hesitation, tightening his muscles around the knot. The moment he did, a rush of pleasure surged through him, liquid fire flooding his veins, curling his toes and stealing his breath.
“Ahh…fuck,” Ludiin moaned as Tarymn started to rock his hips again, fucking him with his knot. Ludiin closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensation, letting the waves of pleasure carry him away.
When he came to, the den was quiet, warm. Tarymn’s gaze was fixed on him, and one large hand was gliding in slow, soothing circles along his back. Ludiin let out a soft, contented moan, burrowing closer into the alpha’s chest, seeking his warmth, his scent.
Tarymn’s fingers tangled in Ludiin’s hair before tugging his head back just enough to capture his gaze. Ludiin’s breath hitched as a wave of shyness washed over him. Biting the inside of his cheek, he refused to look away. He forced himself to hold Tarymn’s gaze.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” Tarymn asked, his voice tight.
Ludiin’s throat bobbed as he nodded. “You are mine.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Tarymn’s face before his lips curved into a slow, amused smile. “Yes, I’m yours.”
“And you’re going to fall in love with me,” Ludiin pressed.
Tarymn stilled, the mirth draining from his face as a heavy seriousness settled in his eyes. “I already am,” he said. “I love you.”
Ludiin froze, every thought scattering. “You… you do?”
“Yes,” Tarymn admitted, pulling him closer until there was barely any space left to breathe.
“Even though I fought it. Even though I told myself not to. I fell…hard. I think it started the moment we met. You caught my attention then, even when I was too damn stubborn to admit it.” His mouth twisted as if the confession burned. “I wanted you even then, but I was…”
“Angry,” Ludiin finished quietly. “Angry that Dad forced you to take care of us.” He pressed his forehead against Tarymn’s chest, wishing desperately that fate had been kinder. “I wish he hadn’t done that.”
“I don’t,” Tarymn countered immediately. The words shocked Ludiin enough that his head jerked up. “If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you. He might have been a bastard for leaving me and Hym, but he gave me you. He made me the happiest alpha alive.”
His lips brushed over Ludiin’s cheek in a tender kiss, his hands smoothing down his back in slow caresses. Ludiin melted into his touch, craving more, and Tarymn gave it to him. Soft, lingering kisses that trailed across his skin until his mouth finally claimed Ludiin’s in a devouring kiss.
Fuck, Ludiin silently groaned as another wave of need coursed through him. He arched desperately into Tarymn, unable to get enough, but just as the world began to blur, Tarymn broke away, a strange light burning in his eyes.
“No more Ford. Okay?” Tarymn growled.
“Now? You want to talk about him now ?” Ludiin asked, breathless, lips still tingling from Tarymn’s kiss.
“Ludiin, I’m serious.” Tarymn’s gaze pinned him. “The only way I survived these past five years was knowing you were always here, safe, with no alphas sniffing around you. Now the thought of that bastard anywhere near you…” he cut himself off, jaw tightening, “…it’s driving me insane.”
Ludiin’s chest tightened at the raw edge in his tone.
“I know, but Ford’s my friend. You told me to make friends.
” “Not him.” “He’s nice to me,” Ludiin said, his voice low.
“He doesn’t think I'm weird.” “You’re not weird, Ludiin,” Tarymn said roughly.
“I know,” Ludiin murmured, then brightened a little.
“It just feels…nice. To have someone besides family who actually gets me.” A groan escaped Tarymn against Ludiin’s shoulder, a small, possessive sound that sent a warm shiver down the Ludiin spine.
“Fuck. Okay. But if I catch him shirtless anywhere near you, I will kill him.” Ludiin blinked, then laughed.
“Alright. He’ll keep his shirt on,” he promised, nudging Tarymn’s ribs with an affectionate grin.
Tarymn’s shoulders eased. “Good. Now… where was I?” His lips brushed Ludiin’s again, but before he could claim his mouth fully… footsteps thundered up the stairs.
They didn’t have time to separate.
“Ludiin, Ford is…” Luci stopped dead at the landing. His eyes went wide, darting from Ludiin to Tarymn, then to their entwined bodies. He coughed, backing away so fast he nearly tripped over himself. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were…uh…never mind!” He bolted down the stairs.