Shiva pushed to his feet too. “Are you leaving? It’s only been…”
“I know. There’s no need for me to talk about this any longer. As you said, my dreams are not real. I have to face that and move on with my life.” He walked to the door.
“But you need to talk about it,” Shiva said.
“Why? So, I can relive them. No, thanks.”
Hym walked out of the office, heading to the other side of the building. He silently groaned when he met up with Makar along the hallway.
He’d been coming to Shiva’s office to check on him.
Hym gritted his teeth as he came closer.
Makar looked him up and down, his gaze assessing.
“You lasted for ten minutes. That’s a new record,” he commented, turning to walk the other way. He stopped and looked back at him. “Follow me.”
The torture continues, Hym sighed as he followed his commander to his office.
He walked to the couch beside the desk and threw himself on it. He sighed as his body sank into the cushion.
Fuck, he was tired. His eyes fluttered closed.
“Don’t sleep on my couch,” Makar admonished him.
Hym turned away from him and sighed. He could sleep for an eternity. “Hym?”
“What did you want to talk to me about?” Hym asked, not opening his eyes.
“It can wait,” Makar said softly. “It’s not that urgent. We…”
Hym hummed, not hearing the rest of what he said as sleep wrapped around him.
As usual, he was plunged into the middle of his dream. The scent of his omega surrounded him.
He breathed it in as he reached for him…touching his face. The omega leaned into his touch, letting out a moan. The sound did something to him. He wanted to take it into himself, hold it tight. He wrapped his arms around him, but he pulled back and took his hand. He walked him to a bed.
His entire body thrummed with need. He pulled his omega close to him. Fuck, he couldn’t keep his hands off him.
His mind went blank as he took his mouth.
Soft lips glided over his. He groaned as his omega whimpered and clung to him. He flicked his tongue against his lips, and he opened for him. He moaned as his body turned unbearably hot.
He wanted inside him now.
“Fuck me,” the omega begged, pulling on him. He went down with him, his chest slamming into his.
A sudden pain radiated through him.
Hym’s eyes flew open. He clutched his chest gasping for air.
“Hym? What’s wrong?” Makar rushed to him, helping him sit up. Hym coughed as his chest ached.
Fuck.
“What’s wrong? Should I call for help.”
“No. I’m fine,” Hym waved him off. He got to his feet, rubbing his chest. The wound ached as if it was yesterday, made worse by his dream.