“The pleasuring bot was meant for couples. The headsets connect each partner to their designated pleasuring bot. In your case, you'd be connected to the cock, and your omega to the fantasy hole. The headsets use sensory technology to transfer waves into your brain so you can feel everything happening to the pleasuring bot. Your omega would feel what you do to the fantasy hole, and then you'd feel the cock sinking into his…”
“Okay, I get it,” Hym said, uncomfortable.
Ludiin sighed. “That’s what it's supposed to do. But I don’t know if it works. It hasn’t been tested yet.”
His mind made up, Hym put everything inside the box.
“We’ll test it for you.”
“You will?” He asked happily.
“Yes, it’s perfect for what I need,” he called over his shoulder. He took the box to his room.
This had better work because he had no other plan, he thought desperately.
Chapter 13
Jamue
“Thank you,” Jamue said, getting out of the pod.
He should give his driver a raise. The alpha had waited for him for hours until he was calm enough to go home. After Hym’s visit, he’d been overwhelmed, aroused and slightly nauseous. He’d needed time to pull himself together.
Funny enough, he hadn’t gotten sick.
Maybe because he didn’t touch me, Jamue reasoned.
He hadn’t gotten sick the other time either, and he touched him then.
Jamue frowned as he walked into the house.
“There you are,” his father shouted, causing him to stop in his tracks. He turned to the hallway and wished that he hadn’t.
The anger in his father’s eyes was enough to make him tremble.
“Sorry, father,” Jamue said, eyes down cast.
“What am I going to do with you? I…”
“That's enough, Isa,” a smooth voice interrupted.
Jamue blenched, recognizing the voice before the alpha appeared.
His eyes gleamed as they took him in.
“It’s not like we told him I'd be dropping by. I wanted to surprise him, remember?” He smiled, his eyes turning predatory as they crawled down his body. “How have you been, little one?” he asked, gliding over to him.
Jamue tried his best not to react. But his scent, his proximity and the leer in his eyes were enough to cause his stomach to roil.
Please, no.
He couldn’t get sick. Not here.
His father would kill him. He was already walking on thin ice. He'd lock him up if he misbehaved. Then he would lose everything.
Hold on, Jamue. Tomorrow all this would be over.
He forced himself to stand still and take shallow breaths.