They spent the rest of Hym’s heat slowly exploring how far he could touch him, and Hym fucking him through the headsets. It was perfect, but at the same time, it wasn't. The whole experience made him yearn for the real thing.
He wanted to feel his cock deep inside him…and his knot.
Fuck…fuck…fuck Jamue’s hole clenched around nothing as the sensation he’d felt through the headsets every time he knotted the fantasy hole washed over him.
He swallowed a moan and got out of the bathing bot. He dried off and walked out of the washroom to his bed. He crawled under the covers with a sigh. He was sore in the best way. He knew it would feel so much better if it had been Hym’s cock inside him.
Jamue blushed, covering his face with his hand at his thoughts. He was so obsessed with the alpha’s cock.
Jamue giggled, feeling giddy inside.
He couldn’t wait to share his heat with him and keep exploring.
His connector went off. He reached for it and froze, his happiness frizzling out at the sight of his father’s code.
Jamue stared at it for a while.
He could complete the connection, listen to his father berate him or ignore him and bask in the afterglow of his first alpha experience.
That was an easy decision, Jamue thought, dropping the connector on the bed. He turned away, his mind already filled with images of Hym’s naked body, his cock deep inside the fantasy hole, hips rocking in fast thrusts.
He was so hot. His hole throbbed hungrily, growing wet.
“I want to do that again,” he mumbled.
Chapter 18
Hym
He felt fucking great!
Hym strode down the hallway heading to the command centre. The tension around his shoulders was gone. He felt light and loose. He was finally himself again.
Though he wished he’d been with Jamue for real, what they did was perfect and explosive.
He pushed through the door, smiling.
“You look happy. I haven’t seen you smile like that since…” Roc trailed off as he came to a stop next to his workstation. As always, numbers and symbols scrawled up and down his screen. Hym looked away before he fried his brain cells.
“You can say it. It’s not a secret. I was tortured and held hostage.”
Roc cleared his throat and turned back to his screens. “Does Makar know you’re here?”
“I’m not here to work. I want to ask you something.” He pulled the sliver of metal and handed it over to Roc. “What do you make of this?”
Roc turned the metal over in his hand, looking thoughtful. “Where did you get it?”
“In Pharyi’s cell.”
Roc sat up straighter. “You managed to sneak in?”
“More like walked in,” Hym said, rubbing the back of his neck. He still felt guilty for carelessly forcing his brother to get him in. He wondered how the report went. That prick of an alpha looked like the kind to cause trouble.
Shit.
He should check on Tarymn. He hadn’t seen him since before his heat.
“Flaming blades break off when they burn really hot. It could be a piece from one.”