Ghian
With Aalyan back in his arms, the rush of terror had eventually subsided, as had the tears.
Part of him felt bad to need Aalyan’s arm around his waist to guide him the rest of the way to their cave, there wasn’t anything truly wrong with him, but he was exhausted, like something in his mind had given way. It made his limbs heavy and clumsy, and he was even too far gone to worry about being unable to defend his omega.
They were not far from home and once there, Aalyan had led him to the bed, undressing him with gentle but economical movements that had Ghian moaning softly. It wasn’t s****l at all—in his state nothing short of the Full Moon could have got him there—but sensual, it was the first time he’d felt his soulmate touching him intimately in way too long. He ached for more.
