Hym
Don’t leave, Hym clung to his mate desperately.
The feel of his body against his was…he shuddered… intoxicating. Hym wrapped his arms around him tighter. He felt like he would fade away – fade into the ever-present darkness surrounding him.
He breathed in his scent, taking it deep into his lungs.
He smelled amazing.
He ran his nose along the column of his neck, absorbing his shiver. His cock pulsed along the small of his back. He longed to pull up his long shirt and glide it over his skin - paint his back with the pre-cum that wetted his slit. He wanted to mark him, claim him.
Oh fuck, a moan slipped out of his omega’s lips sweetly. His voice was sultry and sensual as he rocked his ass against him, teasing him.
He wanted to bury himself inside him … feel his thick, hard cock sink into his slopping wet hole.
He knew it would be perfect.
Hym ran his hand down to his rocking hips.
“I want inside you,” he growled out. The omega whimpered.
Hym blinked his eyes frustration mounting. He wanted to see him.
But all he saw where black spots exploding all around him.
The scene changed - he was suddenly in some washroom. The rush of water filling the bot sounded strange and out of place. He reached for his omega, feeling anxious.
“Don’t leave me.” The words slipped out of his lips desperately as his heart clenched in his chest.
Hym woke up with a gasp. He slapped a hand to his chest, his heart beating with a thundering ache that took his breath away.
He lay there staring up at the ceiling as the trails of his dream lingered in his mind.
To torture me.
Fuck, he hated this.
He flung the covers off him, got out of bed and headed to the cooking station.
There, he opened the chilling compartment and took out a bottle of water.
He chugged it down. He didn’t know why, but the water helped him cool down after one of his dreams when nothing else helped. He’d tried bathing, but it reminded him too much of his dreams, and taking a walk was out of the question.
His dreams left him on the very edge of his sanity. He was afraid he might hurt someone, especially in the dark.
He dropped the empty bottle in the waste bot and reached for another one.
The door to the room opened, and Hym didn’t have to turn around to know that his brother was there. He woke up every time he did, which was too many times to count.
Hym sighed.
“Another dream?” he asked, pulling out a chair.
“You didn’t have to wake up. I’m fine,” Hym said.
But was he?
He felt like he died a little every time he dreamt of the omega. He left a part of himself in those dreams. Hym wasn’t sure how long he could take it anymore. He wanted his omega.