“It’s rumoured he was decapitated. But we’ll know for sure tomorrow after we receive the report.” Tarymn glanced at him, clearly ticked off.
Shit.
Guilt swirled inside his stomach for dragging him there, even though it had been a productive visit.
“Sorry,” Hym mumbled.
Tarymn sighed. “I understand.”
They were silent for a while. Hym tried not to think about Jamue.
But going home meant he’d be around him again.
His cock jerked. Hym silently groaned.
The omega was too tempting. He had to hold on until after his heat was over…maybe…
Maybe what?
He’d want him to fuck him…Hym almost laughed at that thought. But he couldn’t stop himself from hoping. He yearned to sink his aching cock inside him so badly; he was going crazy with it.
His cock thickened to full mast.
Fuck.
Frustration tightened his muscles, making him want things he shouldn't.
Fuck, he was horny.
He needed a distraction.
Hym turned to Tarymn.
"What?" his brother asked.
"Do you want to hang out?"
"What is it now?" he asked impatiently. But his face softened. "I’m going to Deltta’s house. Do you want to go."
"I'm in," Hym said.
Tarymn laughed.
Hym shrugged. He needed to stay away from him today and tomorrow. Time away from his sweet scent would do the trick.
Well, he hoped.
His hopes were all dashed as soon as he arrived home later that night. Hym gulped at the sight of the omega … in his room, sitting on the lounge chair.
The white sleeping pants and matching top made him look ethereal...so tempting.
The material was thin, giving him glimpses of his skin. His nipples stood out rosy and flat. He was fucking hot.
Hym flicked his tongue against his teeth, saliva pooling in his mouth.
Shit, he was in trouble.
He balled his hands into fists and remained rooted to the spot.