Shit. He couldn’t linger there any longer.
Hym glanced inside. The omega wasn’t there.
Time to leave, he told himself.
He walked to the pod and sat in the operator's chair.
He sighed as he drifted away, feeling like he was leaving something important behind.
Shit.
He shouldn’t have come. It was dangerous to be around the omega.
His scent alone drove him crazy and reminded him of his dream omega. He drew him in, intensifying the yearning deep inside him. Now, he couldn't stop thinking about him. He wanted him.
I’m a fool, he thought, loosening his grip on the controllers before he caused an accident.
What would Shiva call this? Self-torture? Projection? No, it was more like clinging to the impossible.
“I didn’t know you and Jamue were close,” Tarymn said.
Hym glanced at his brother.
He noticed, huh? He thought he was busy mingling and drinking samples.
“We’re not.”
“Oh,” Tarymn said as if he thought otherwise. They drifted down the airway in silence for a few minutes. Tarymn fidgeted in his seat. Hym ignored him. Whatever he wanted to say, he’d say it eventually. “The agency connected with me. They’ve placed the job listing on their site. They said it might take a minute for the omegas to apply and for the selection process to begin. Hang in there until then.”
Hym grimaced.
Did he need further proof that he fucked up today? No. He was such a fool. How he imagined the Omega placement agency would work fast and bring an omega to his doorstep within hours of listing the job was beyond him.
If anything, it proved how out of control he was.
“Are you still going to do it?”
Hym nodded.
He had to do it, so he could leave his dream omega where he belonged, in his dreams. That meant he had to stay away from Jamue. Hym tightened his hands around the controllers.
Don’t think about him.
Hym clenched his jaw and focused on the airway, taking them home. The door to the outdoor sitting area opened just as they walked into the house. Ludiin and Luci came tumbling out, wasted.
Ludiin caught sight of Tarymn and squealed.
“Tary!”
“Good luck, brother,” Hym said.
Tarymn groaned.
Hym laughed at him as he headed for the stairs. He walked into his room and sighed. How much of a fuckup could he be? He dropped on the bed and groaned, staring up at the ceiling.
Jamue's face swirled in his mind, followed by the memory of his scent, delicious and enticing.
His cock jerked in his pants, hardening to a throbbing ache. Hym palmed his cock, squeezing it. He moaned as pleasure rushed through him. He rocked against his hand, tilting his hips, seeking that delicious friction. He imagined sinking into Jamue’s tight sopping wet hole, feeling him squeeze around him – he was definitely tight, untouched.