What was he doing? He opened his mouth to tell Yarr that he wasn’t going.
“My master can’t wait to see you again,” he said.
He what? Mac’s heart fluttered in his chest. He wanted to see him too.
“I’ll go get my stuff,” he said.
“And your friend is coming with us, I presume?” Yarr said.
Yes, he couldn’t leave Jamue alone, but... Mac turned. “Don’t worry. There’s plenty of room in the house. Now, go get ready. We have a long way to go.”
“Of course,” Mac said. Excitement rushed through him, but he tried to hold it in. There was so much they needed to talk about before they could do anything.
Mac shook his head.
As soon as his heat was over, he’d tell him about the claiming mark, he told himself.
Chapter 11
Deltta
He was on his way.
Deltta dropped his connector on the bed and walked to the washroom. Yarr connected with him as soon as they left to let him know they were on their way to the capital. Deltta rubbed his chest as he felt emotions he never thought he would feel again rushed through him.
When was the last time he was excited about anything?
A long time, Deltta thought as he turned on the bathing bot and stepped inside. Warm water rushed over him, adding to his already overheated body. He got all warm and hard every time he thought of Mac. He stared down at his hard cock and groaned.
For weeks, he fought his desire for the omega. He wanted him there with him.
It was foolish and ridiculous – they’d only met once. But he couldn’t help himself. Deltta was a little obsessed with him.
Only a little?
He laughed at himself as he recalled the embarrassing things he’d done while he waited for days to go by until he could ask him to come. He obsessively sniffed Mac’s scent from the sheets, ordering the maids not to change his bed for days until his scent faded. He visited Griean more times than he could count, to ask him for his brother’s code so he could beg him to come to the capital, but he stopped himself every time because their arrangement extended to their heats only, nothing more. He couldn’t ask him to come to him just because he had an itch.
But it wasn't just sex for him. Deltta didn’t know how to explain it. He craved his presence. He swallowed hard because it sounded like he’d become attached after four nights with an omega his brother arranged for him.
Was it because of the changes in his body? Mating with an omega was a serious matter for him. Was he craving the omega because of that?
Doubt crept inside him, making him overthink everything.
Deltta shoved the thoughts away.
They shared their heats. It was nothing serious. Mac could be with any alpha he wanted.
A possessive feeling rumbled through him as he thought of Mac with another alpha. Fuck no. He’d kill the bastard. Claws shot through his fingers.
Deltta sighed, staring down at his hands.
Don’t scare him away, he thought, taking deep, calming breaths.
He liked Mac, despite his messed-up alpha instinct. The omega was amazing. He’d never met anyone like him before. And he wanted to keep him around for as long as he was willing to be with him.
So, he needed to calm the fuck down, and lock his possessive side away before Mac arrived.
Deltta stayed in the bot for a few more minutes, and then stepped out. He dried off and got dressed in his sleeping pants. He walked to the bed and reached for the data reader.