Summoning that hidden well of power within himself.
It wasn’t nearly as difficult as he’d imagined it would be. As simple as when he’d presented and his alpha instincts had kicked in and he’d just known he needed to knot.
Sarang knew exactly what to do here, where to find the buried, invisible thread of qi within the omega, and how to tap into it. Golden coils of energy appeared, visible only to him, some spilling from his body, others from the omega’s. They twisted and wrapped together, flowing toward the injured area.
Beneath his palm, flesh began to knit, the searing pain the omega had been experiencing all this while, transferring to Sarang, who grit his teeth and fought to subdue it. It wasnothing compared to the tearing in his chest as his lifeforce was unraveled and sheared in two.
That part felt…wrong. Doubt crept in, but if he stopped now, if he gave into his personal fears, the omega would die. Sweat prickled at his brow and he endured the excruciating pain, slumping forward some as their lifeforces continued to tangle and spill into the smaller man’s body.
This was a million times more taxing than saving a plant.
Vaguely, Sarang wondered how his coward of a father had endured it, but then the agony swept him up, becoming too great to hold conscious thought.
It was hours before the pain stopped. Before he blinked and became present in his own body once more.
When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the sleeping omega, stuck on his knot, fully healed. Alive.
Now his.
In the one way he’d sworn he would never take another.
Chapter 12:
“Rang,” a familiar, soothing voice called to him, luring him from his slumber. “Rang. Wake up. It’s just a dream.”
Dream?
It was a nightmare.
But Sarang wasn’t ready to wake from it. That time between healing Shiloh and apparently rutting him had always been a blank in his mind, and he desperately wanted to go back and recall the events that had been stolen from him.
Neither of them seemed to remember spending that weekend mating, the pheromones of a dominant omega, and the amount of qi it’d taken to heal Shiloh’s injury, resulting in their minds virtually wiped of the whole ordeal.
Even knowing he wouldn’t learn anything through his dreams, Sarang resisted the pull of reality.
Ignoring the summons, he slipped back into unconsciousness.
* * *
He was already buried in warm, wet heat the next time he came too, mind muddled and unfocused. Pheromones clouded the room, toxic and enticing. A lithe body moved over his in the partial dark, a single golden light orb on a dim setting illuminating the arch of a pale back and the gleam of intense blue eyes.
“That’s it,” Shiloh spoke in a harried whisper, as though he’d been waiting for Sarang to wake for hours. “Almost there. I need you, alpha.”
Sarang groaned and shook his head, not understanding. The room was unrecognizable, and he couldn’t process what was happening. Wave after wave of sensation was being forced upon him, making it even harder for him to gather his bearing.
His orgasm hit him unexpectedly, knot ballooning and locking into place inside of the omega. Saliva filled his mouth and he bared his teeth without realizing.
“That’s it,” Shiloh repeated, leaning down to present that tantalizing spot on his neck. “Do it. Bite me.”
He wanted to but…there was…a reason he shouldn’t.
What was it?
It was important, that’s all he could remember.
Drowsiness overtook him before he could figure it out, and he somehow managed to pass out again, even with the omega clenching around him and the desperate pleas being whispered in his ear.
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