Fuck.
He was growing wet and hard all over again. Confused, Jamue balled his hands.
What the hell was wrong with him? He didn’t get hard for an alpha, ever. What was it about this alpha that turned him inside out, made him want things he was afraid to want?
His heart hammered hard as he watched him walk towards him. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared up at him for what felt like forever.
“What?” Jamue asked, looking down at his feet. He was usually confident – he could stand in front of a crowd, talk shit and make them buy their spirits, but he couldn’t look him in the eye.
The alpha made him feel vulnerable in a way he’d never experienced before.
“I came to apologize,” he said “I didn’t mean to do that. I…I shouldn’t have touched you like that. I’m sorry.”
Jamue stared at him, speechless.
“I know there’s no excuse for my behavior. I don’t normally…do that. I just…” he trailed off, looking uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Fuck it,” he mumbled under his breath before he climbed the stairs. He left one step between them.
But still, he was too close.
Jamue swallowed.
His voice low and rough, he whispered. “I want to do it again.”
Uhhh… what?
“This is crazy. I should be begging for your forgiveness for what happened earlier, but I feel I should tell you that I want to do it again. I want your scent in my lungs again. I want to feel your hard cock against mine. And I definitely want to fuck you deep and hard. Fuck you in every way possible.”
“What? Please…no…” Jamue was horrified and turned on at the same time.
He took a step back.
“I’m sorry. Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. Forget what I just said. I think I’m going a little crazy. One minute I want you and the next…” he shook his head. “I came here to apologize. Please forgive me for earlier and for what I said now. I’m well trained, I promise. It doesn’t show right now because I’m going crazy here.”
“Crazy?” he was making him a little dizzy. “Why?”
“You wouldn’t believe me.” He smiled. And it was devastating.
Jamue gasped, feeling gooey inside.
“Do you forgive me?”
Does it matter? They didn’t know each other.
“Please,” he begged.
Jamue shuddered.
Why did it sound like he was asking for more than just forgiveness?
“Yes,” Jamue said.
He smiled at him again, making him feel like he’d agreed to something more.
“Good. My name is Hym,” he said, his hand lifting as if he was about to reach for him.
Jamue took a step back.
“Sorry,” he said. He stood there staring at him.