Page 12 of Their Alpha

“You know, when I do this, you get harder,” I said, teasing him.

That should have alarmed me. It did, really. I didn’t joke with the alphas I brought over to get Gid through his heats. I barely even talked to them. I milked them and used what they offered to help my husband.

Artemis chuckled at my joke, his hips thrusting a bit ashis hard cock beaded with precum. “In case you had any doubt,” he said, “I’m in seventh heaven right now.”

“Really?” I grinned wickedly. “Aren’t you getting sore from being strapped down so long?”

Artemis winced. “I am a bit,” he admitted.

I nodded, held up a finger for him to wait a second, then headed into the bathroom to put the Heat Lightning device in the sink. Then I returned to Artemis and started undoing his restraints.

“Gid should sleep for a while,” I said. “He’s usually out for an hour or so after the third wave. That’s when he really starts to feel the strain and when the whole thing exhausts him.”

Artemis hummed in understanding. “Heat is hard enough for an omega when they have an alpha to take them through. I know Heat Lightning is a revolutionary system, but it must be?—”

He stopped. I hoped it wasn’t because he saw the forlorn look I couldn’t hide.

“I’m sorry,” he said, proving he had. “This must be hard for you, too.”

I nodded. It was all I could manage without crying. It was hard on me. Maybe harder than it was for Gideon. Physically, no. I was a little hotter and itchier than usual, but I was fine. Mentally and emotionally, I was barely holding it together.

“Why don’t you take a quick shower?” I offered Artemis once I had him unbound.

He sat up in the chair, rubbing his arms and legs, then running a hand through the stickiness on his belly. “Yeah, a shower might be a good idea. If you have something for it, I can wipe this chair down, too.”

God, he was killing me. Alpha cum donors weren’tsupposed to be this nice. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this around him.

“That would be great,” I said, heading for the door before I did something stupid, like throwing myself at him and weeping on his shoulder at the unfairness of it all. “I’ll head to the kitchen and make us some sandwiches or something.”

“Great. Thanks.”

Artemis sent me a smile, and for a second, I couldn’t look away from it. He was absolutely gorgeous in every way, all tall and broad and muscley. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be him or do him.

No, I definitely wanted to do him. Or be done by him. And that was terrifying. I hadn’t wanted anyone but Gideon in years.

I left the room and headed downstairs as fast as I could to get away from the pull. It was biology, I knew. I was an omega, Artemis was an alpha, and the house was currently full of heat hormones. Even if I couldn’t smell Gideon’s scent or pick up on his hormones, I was affected. I had no desire at all to put on clothes as I rushed down the stairs and across the living room into the kitchen and my hole was leaking slick so badly it had me walking funny.

We didn’t have neighbors anywhere near us, so I didn’t feel self-conscious about puttering around the kitchen naked and dirty. I heard the shower go on above me as I threw together half a dozen sandwiches and grabbed a bunch of bottles of water from the fridge. I even added a bag of chips to the old picnic basket I used to carry it all back upstairs again because they were Gideon’s favorite.

That was my job. That was my reason for being in this world. I was there to take care of Gideon. Yes, I had a day job, but it was trivial compared to what my husband neededfrom me. I would quit it and ghost the place in a heartbeat if Gideon needed me to, if we needed to run again.

I nearly tripped halfway up the stairs as I remembered what Gid had said abouthimpossibly knowing where we were. I very much doubted anyone had traced us. I’d been super careful in the last few years. Nothing was in our names. The house was owned by the shell corporation I’d created to hide our identities. We were safe, I was certain of it.

That didn’t stop me from being instinctively glad Artemis was in the house.

That relief pulsed into something else as I walked into the dressing room just as Artemis was coming out of the bathroom, naked, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. The sight of that hard, sculpted body, his cock protruding needily, had me weak in the knees, whether I wanted to be or not.

“Sorry,” Artemis said as he wandered back to the milking chair. “Should I put clothes on?”

I frowned, wondering why he would ask something like that.

Then I realized that I was growing visibly harder at the sight of him.

Guilt warred with arousal in me, but I forced myself to ignore both feelings. I had just told Gideon that he didn’t have to feel sorry for his omega biology. I needed to listen to the things I said, too.

“I’ve got sandwiches and water in the basket along with some chips if you need a recharge,” I said, ignoring his question as I put the basket on the cabinet. “I need to clean out the Heat Lightning device and get it ready for Gid’s next wave.”

“Oh, I already did that,” Artemis said, stopping me inmy tracks. I turned back to him and he added, “I learned how to clean and operate the device when I donated before.”

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