Sirhe pulled him into a quick hug before leaving him alone with the alpha. Hym walked to the counter, pulled out a chair and sat down.
He reached for the pastries. He ate one and went for another and another. Jamue frowned, perplexed by his behavior.
He behaved like he had a right to be there – to invade his space and look comfortable while he ate up his peace offering.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re doing here?” Jamue asked awkwardly.
Why am I awkward?
This is my place. He should be the uncomfortable one, but he looked at home, without a care in the world, except when he looked at him.
The heat in his eyes said he wasn’t as calm as he wanted him to believe. Without breaking eye contact, he pushed the plate away, rubbed his hands together and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Jamue followed his every move, feeling a little hypnotized.
He was building up to something; he just knew it.
There was something about him that was dangerous, calculating and thrilling.
Anticipation prickled his skin, making the hairs on his arms stand on end. Something delicious and scary vibrated around them. He could feel it tugging on his cock, tapping on his hole – sending it into a wet pulsating ache.
Fuck.
Jamue wished he could rub his thighs together to alleviate the ache.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked.
Jamue startled.
He hadn’t expected that.
“Why would I be afraid of you? I don’t know you. I’ve only met you…” Jamue did a quick count in his mind.
“Three times,” he offered.
It felt like more.
“Did you run out of the interview because of what happened when we first met?” he asked.
Jamue’s stomach tightened. He better not get sick. He shook his head.
“Then, why did you leave?”
“I…”
What to tell him? He could lie and tell he didn’t like him. But Jamue decided to be honest.
“I can’t be your companion omega. I know what you want. You want to fuck me,” Jamue closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe he said that. It was vulgar. “You told me what you wanted from me every time we met. The third time you might not have said it with your mouth, but I could see it in your eyes.” Jamue shivered at the heated look in his eyes. “See, even now, you're staring at me as if you want to devour me.”
“What’s wrong with that? You are an attractive omega. Of course, I want you. A lot of alphas must want you,” he said the last part with a sneer.
“They might want me, but I don’t want them,” Jamue said pointedly.
He shoved to his feet. His eyes darkened, his aggression coming off him in waves.
Shit. Maybe he shouldn't have said that.
He stood there, looking thoughtful. Then he walked around the counter.
“No. What are you doing?” Jamue asked, alarmed. Hym stopped in his tracks. “Don’t come any closer.”