The look of horror on his face when he shamelessly begged to fuck him said it all.
Hym would be his first.
Desire ran hot in his veins at that thought. Hym hissed as he shoved his pants along with his underclothes down.
Trembling fingers wrapped around his aching cock, pulling a moan out of his throat.
It had been too long, he thought, bowing off the bed as he fucked into his hand. That felt so good.
Fuck.
He needed him.
No. not him. He just needed to fuck. He’d been celibate for too long.
He should find someone to fuck. His heat was coming up soon. Maybe he could share it with someone for the first time in five years. He tried to imagine another omega – his legs wrapped around his waist, moaning hard as he pounded into him. His face morphed into Jamue's gorgeous face.
Hym tried to shove the omega out of his head, but his cock jerked and grew harder.
“Shit,” he shouted, staring down at it.
It strained towards his stomach, veiny and thick, precum sliding down his shaft.
He was dripping for him.
Oh fuck, he was going to come so hard...
Hym's mouth hung open as he moved his hand fast over his shaft. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, back bowing off the bed, he came gritting his teeth to keep from shouting. Cum hit his chest. He dropped on the bed, spent.
“Hym? Are you alright in there?” Tarymn’s worried voice came through the door.
“Shit. I'll be right there,” he pulled his pants up and rushed to the washroom. He cleaned himself up and returned to the room.
He opened for his brother. Tarymn gave him a questioning look.
His connector went off on an alert from AF before he could say anything. He pulled it out of his pants. Makar was calling them back to the office. Roc must have found something.
He smiled at the thought of going back to work. Sitting around made him think of the impossible and made him do stupid shit.
“I need to go.”
Tarymn nodded. Hym rushed out of the house and got into his pod. He drifted down the airway, trying his best not to think about a certain omega.
He arrived at the AF office and made his way inside, heading to the command centre. All the alphas were there except for Thron.
He hadn't seen the alpha in a while.
Hym wondered what was going on with him.
“Weren’t you here earlier?” Asim asked, giving him a strange look.
“He would live here if Makar let him,” Baha teased. “I’ve never seen an alpha bonded to his job like you are. Should I find you an omega? They're way more fun.”
Asim slapped Baha on the back of the head. “You’re stupid. Shut up.”
“What? It's true?” he said.
Torah slapped him on the same spot. “You don’t say shit like that even if it’s true. Hym has brought a lot of bad guys down, have some respect. He wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t committed to his job.”