Tarymn stared at him incredulously.
"Please."
He groaned. “I’ll do that, but please stay out of trouble. We're close. The beta will talk. Be patient until then.”
“I will. I needed to blow some steam and put Pharyi in his place.”
Now that his alpha side was satisfied, he could sit tight and wait.
“I hope this doesn’t come back to bite you,” Tarymn said.
Tarymn's words echoed in his mind as he made his way home. He’d admit he was rash, but he’d handle whatever Pharyi threw his way.
Chapter 19
Mac
Mac walked down the hallway to Deltta’s room. The house was silent, the early morning sun drifting through the windows. He should be asleep at his brother’s house, but he couldn’t go there. Not after Deltta commanded him to come to him. It took everything in him not to hop on the first shuttle out of town to the capital.
Mac swallowed hard as his body burned. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach the closer he got to the room. Tingles ran up and down his arms.
Damn.
He needed to calm the fuck down before things got messy.
Maybe it was already too late.
Deltta just told him to come to him. He didn’t declare his undying love, yet he behaved like he did ... Mac’s heart clenched in his chest.
He wished… No.
He was there for a reason. The claiming mark on his neck felt like a brand. Telling him won’t be easy, but it had to be done.
Mac opened the door to his room. He walked inside and made sure the door was closed behind him. He walked to the bed to stare down at the sleeping alpha.
He looked breath-taking.
If only you belonged to me, Mac thought.
He shook his head and pulled out his sleeping clothes from his packsack. He headed to the washroom and changed.
Returning to the bedroom, he got into bed next to Deltta. Mac lay there for a few seconds before giving in to the need to get close to him. He snuggled close – his head slightly on his shoulder, their arms touching. Deltta mumbled something in his sleep, but he didn’t wake up. Mac resisted the urge to wrap his arm around him, pulling him closer.
It's enough.
Mac closed his eyes, listening to him breathe. He woke up a few hours later when he felt fingers running through his hair.
“I think I like you in my bed,” Deltta said huskily. He pushed him to his back, his lips closing over his in a toe-curling kiss. Deltta lay on top of him, bringing his weight with him.
Fuck. Mac moaned, loving the feel of him; he was deliciously heavy and wide on top of him. He ran his hands down his back, tightening his arms around him for a few precious seconds.
He wanted to hold him for longer, but he figured that would be too weird. It already felt surreal that they were doing this outside their heats, not driven by their need to fuck.
Mac swallowed hard.
The claiming mark probably affected them. Deltta was technically his alpha.
They should stop and talk.