“I’m fine. Give him a minute. He'll let me go once he calms down,” he said.
Seconds ticked by as they all waited for the alpha to let go.
But he didn’t.
His body turned hot the longer they stood there with his back pressed to his chest and his ass to his…
Jamue blushed.
He was getting so wet. Liquid slid down his thighs, soaking his clothes. The sweet scent omegas emitted when they were in heat drifted around them, filling up the space.
The alpha behind him groaned, running his lips the length of his neck, making him shiver.
He burned hotter, his hole pulsed, and his cock ached. He needed… to fuck… to feel the thick cock against his ass deep inside his hole.
Jamue closed his eyes, willing his body to calm down.
“You smell so good, so sweet,” the alpha rumbled, rocking into him. Jamue blushed, resisting the urge to arch into him - to meet his thrusts.
His brother was right there. He looked up to find him staring at them wide-eyed.
“Jamue? Are you in heat?”
“I…” His heat was five days away, but he could feel his body changing – heat rolled down his spine, pinching his nipples, hardening his cock, and he was sopping wet. There was no way to deny it - he was in heat.
“Please tell me you’re not.” Sirhe stepped close and stopped when the alpha growled out one word that melted Jamue’s insides: "Mine," he said.
A strained silence filled the hallway.
"Give us some privacy, please," Sirhe commanded. Jamue heard the receding footsteps of his staff. But he could still smell two alphas in the hallway.
“Damn, what are the chances he would find his true mate here? He’s not even lucid right now…” one of the alphas said.
“Shut up, Asim,” the other bit out and moved close to Sirhe. “Maybe we should leave them alone. He’s responding to his mate’s heat.”
Horrified, Sirhe stared at him.
"Sirhe?" the alpha said.
“No," Sirhe shouted. "He’s hallucinating from the pain. He doesn’t know where he is. He can’t find his true mate in that state.”
"Do you really believe that?"
Sirhe said nothing.
“He’s the only one who can smell his heat. You know what it means,” the alpha said. “I think his true mate can bring him back and help him take control of his mind. Just give this a chance. There’s no stronger pull than the need for an alpha to claim his mate.”
Jamue gasped.
He couldn’t believe it. He found his true mate right when he thought all hope was lost.
Jamue yearned to turn around and bury his nose in his chest. He craved to be part of him, to feel him everywhere. His hole clenched at that thought, feeling empty. Jamue arched back into him, a whiny sound slipping out of his lips.
Fuck.
He needed him. But his body turned cold at his brother's words.
“True mates don’t exist anymore, Makar. You know that. Besides, Jamue belongs to another alpha. He was supposed to meet him tonight.”