He was going to kill them. He turned for the door.
It was fucking closed.
“I’ll take you to them,” Makar rushed to the door. “Shut down that transmission and find the bastards who were watching.”
They ran down the hallway to the parking dome. Makar opened the pod for him. His wolf jumped inside. Makar followed him, and they drifted out. “You understand everything around you. Are you finally in control of your wolf?”
His wolf growled.
“Fine, no talking,” Makar said. “Let’s get to your mate first. And we can figure out this mess.”
They drifted down the airway at top speed.
Chapter 24
Jamue
Jamue whimpered as heat crawled on his skin to settle in his already hard cock. His hole throbbed so hard liquid dripped down his thighs to soak the bed.
He moaned, arching off the bed as the need to breed, to be fucked drove him insane. He needed a hard cock inside him. He needed…
“Hym,” he cried for his mate.
But he wasn’t there. He left him.
Jamue cried.
He reached behind him and ran a finger over his pulsing hole. He pushed one finger inside. He hissed as his hole sucked it inside hungrily. He whimpered, needing something big and hard.
He needed it desperately or he’d go crazy.
“Fuck!!!” he sobbed, tears streaming down his face.
This shouldn’t be happening. His heat was a week away.
What the hell did he give him?
He had been fine before dinner. Master Rosh had left him alone after they arrived at his house yesterday. He’d shown him to his room and left him there. No one bothered him the entire day and night.
This morning the house manager brought him breakfast and watched him. Lunch had been the same – he brought the food and watched him eat.
By dinner time, he was feeling feverish. A few hours later, the fever turned into a burning need he couldn’t ignore.
He'd stripped his clothes and things got worse from there...
Jamue smoothed his hand over his aching nipples to grasp his cock. He hissed, bowing off the bed.
Jamue cried, writhing on the bed.
The door opened, and he could sense Master Rosh in the room. His scent hit him. Jamue recoiled, his stomach roiling.
But his sickness was overtaken by his need to be bred, to be fucked. He was an alpha; he could make the pain go away. He needed his knot deep inside him.
No, he’s not him, Jamue whimpered even as he opened his thighs for the alpha. His body refused to obey him. He needed his cock inside him.
"No," Jamue cried.
“You’re perfect,” Master Rosh said as he crawled onto the bed and hovered above him. Jamue wanted to shove him away, but he pulled him on top of him…