Jamue narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember. He wasn’t an alpha he could easily forget. It wasn’t the fact that he was breathtakingly hot.
No.
There was just something about him.
Chapter 5
Hym
That was quick, Hym thought as he stared at the omega.
The Omega Placement Agency must have sent him. The omega looked refined, well-dressed, and gorgeous … stunning in fact.
He looked nothing like what he’d imagined. He hadn’t imagined someone who would make his heart race and his breath catch. Someone whose scent stopped him in his tracks as soon as he walked through the door because it reminded him of the very thing, he was trying hard to forget.
Hym balled his hands into fists and pushed the images of his dream omega out of his mind. But it was hard to do when every breath he took was laced with the omega’s scent.
“Get out,” Hym growled.
“What?”
He looked stunned.
But Hym didn’t care. He wanted him out of the house, out of his sight so he could breathe. He closed and opened his hand, itching to reach for him. He wondered if his skin was as soft as his dream omega’s, if his lips tasted as sweet.
Fuck, he wanted to feel him against him. No. He was getting a companion omega to forget him, not bring him alive.
“Get the fuck out of this house, and don’t you ever come back here!” he shouted. His voice reverberated all around them, sounding maniacal.
Fuck, he was about to lose it.
The omega gasped, his hand flying to his neck. Hym focused on it as he rushed past him.
And he reached for it. He fucking reached for it.
Dazed, Hym saw himself snatch his hand from his throat and zeroed in on his pale skin as he pulled him close and lifted him off his feet. He turned around and braced his back against the wall just as he buried his nose into the side of his neck.
Oh fuck...
Hym breathed him in, his entire body shuddering, his cock hardening.
“Let me fuck you,” he begged.
He wanted to fuck him…needed to.
The omega made a whimpering sound that ignited every inch of him. He was on fire. He rocked into him, grinding his aching cock against his hard one.
The omega was hard for him. He could feel it through his clothes.
Fuck, it has been so long, Hym thought as he thrust against him, but he stopped when the omega placed a hand against his chest.
His hand shook as if he was unsure of what to do – whether he wanted to push him away or pull him close.
His indecision snapped Hym out of his madness.
What the fuck was he doing?
Hym pushed off the wall and dropped him on his feet. He grasped his arm and walked him to the front door.