“Hym,” he cried for his mate.
Master Rosh laughed. “I’m going to fuck you for hours as you cry for your mate. You’re going to wish he was here.”
An explosion went off somewhere in the house, shaking the whole building.
“What the hell was that?” Master Rosh scrambled off the bed and ran to the door, but a large black wolf walked inside. A growl-bark filled the room as he prowled close to Master Rosh.
Master Rosh screamed and cowered away, backing into the wall.
“Don’t kill him, Hym. Don’t fucking kill him,” Makar rushed into the room and stood between the wolf and Master Rosh. “Go, take care of your mate. He needs you.”
The wolf’s head whipped to the bed; his eyes riveted. Jamue sighed as his mate’s presence filled him with relief.
“Come you, filthy bastard. You’re lucky his mate is here to distract him, or you’d be dead by now,” Makar said, dragging Master Rosh out of the room. Jamue watched the wolf, silently begging for his master even though he was ashamed for him to see him like this after he left him. He couldn’t help it.
He gasped as the wolf changed into human form right before his eyes. It was so fast that he almost missed it.
Hym was on all fours, gloriously naked. Heat burned through him, his eyes landing on his cock.
“Hym,” he whimpered, spreading his thighs wider. He didn’t care how he looked. He needed him.
“Shit,” Hym bit out. He walked to the bed, pulled off the sheets and wrapped them around him. He picked him up and ran out of the room. There were other alphas in the house, but Jamue didn’t see them. He was focused on his alpha.
Jamue breathed in his scent and tried his best to remain still, but he was still burning. And now that his alpha was here, his need intensified.
He kissed his chest, licking his way to his right nipple. He nibbled on the bud, pulling it into his mouth. He didn’t care what was going on around him. He wanted his alpha’s taste in his mouth, his scent in his lungs.
He sucked on his nipple harder, smoothing his hand down his chest to his cock.
He was finally going to touch him there.
“Fuck, Jamue,” Hym groaned, gripping his wandering hand.
Jamue whimpered, fighting him. Hym held him tighter so he wouldn’t move. Cool air hit his skin as they stepped outside. Hym got into a pod and settled him in his lap. They drifted away. Jamue hissed as another wave of desire hit him, and his hole pulsed achily.
He moaned, reaching for Hym.
"Please,” he begged.
“Fuck,” Hym groaned, holding him still. “Connect with Sirhe and tell him to come to the house. I think he’s getting worse.”
“There’s a simpler way to deal with this, you know?” Makar said. “You could…”
“No. I want things to be different this time,” Hym tightened his arms around his omega and kissed his cheek. “I don’t want a repeat of the past. I want him to choose me, not because he’s in heat or he wants to help me. No. I want him to choose me because he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, he wants to fall in love with me, he wants to bond with me. Because I want to do all those things and more.”
Jamue stared up at him, tears streaming down his cheek.
He still wanted him.
He whimpered as he buried his face in his chest.
“I want you,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his chest.
But Hym heard him all the same.
He squeezed him tight. A shudder went through him, his body responding to the innocent touch viscerally.
Fuck.