Page 18 of Their Alpha

Fletcher had headed to the cabinet to grab the HeatLightning dildo and a pair of gloves, but he snapped to face me. “He told you the fairy tales?” The note of vulnerability in his voice cracked my heart even more.

“He did,” I nodded, then grunted in concert with the moan that came from Gideon in the other room.

This wasn’t going to work. Now that I had seen Gideon and talked to him, and heard him laugh, my alpha was champing at the bit to take him in my arms and see him through the rest of his heat personally. Gideon’s ethereal sweetness and Fletcher’s sharp sugar swirled through me, filling my senses and pounding into my balls. I’d never experienced anything like it. Their combination had me feeling like I might burst out of my skin.

“I’m protective of him,” Fletcher said, abandoning the box of gloves. His hands were shaking too much to get a pair out anyhow. He snatched up the Heat Lightning dildo and hurried over to my side. “He’s all I have and I’m all he has. We’re not as secure here as we?—”

His words were cut off by my roar as he touched my thigh. I bucked against the restraints uncontrollably, thick ropes of cum erupting from me and coating my stomach. I couldn’t stop it. My balls emptying felt so good I thought I might sink into it, but the need to spend all that seed inside an omega made the whole thing hollow at best.

“Fuck me!” Fletcher gasped, watching the geyser flow, eyes wide.

I wanted to. I desperately wanted to. I wanted to sink my cock so deep into his hole that I not only punched my way into his womb, I penetrated his soul.

Two minutes ago, my mind had been consumed with the idea of taking Gideon through the rest of his heat personally, with tenderness and passion. Now I wanted tofuck Fletcher so hard his bones turned to dust. It was enough to make me lose my mind.

And then, out of the blue, looking more than a little dazed, Fletcher bent close to me and ran the flat of his tongue over my belly, between the leather straps, slurping up a generous amount of my cum as he did. He groaned and closed his eyes, like he was tasting the best dessert ever, then went in for another lick.

All of it was too much. Direct contact with Fletcher’s tongue and the one hand he used to grip my cock as he held the dildo in the other had me thrusting hard into the restraints. I’d fastened them tightly and it was a quality milking bed, though, so all my efforts got me nowhere. Less than a minute after the first round of orgasms stopped, another one rolled over me. I shoved into Fletcher’s fist for friction as my cum shot out, hitting his cheek and ear.

Fletcher shifted from licking up my first spill to slamming his mouth over my cock and bearing down like he would suck the life out of me. That just made the orgasm stronger. It also made me desperate to bury and knot. I needed Fletcher to climb on me, spread his ass, and impale himself on me over and over until?—

“Fletcher!” Gideon cried again, sounding like he was in agony.

Fletcher pulled away from me with a swallow and a gasp. He looked at me for one second, his expression filled with pain and guilt.

“I’m coming, baby,” he called out, wrenching his alarmed eyes away from me and glancing into the bedroom. I’ve got you.”

Lucky for all of us, whatever wild force had overtaken me, it still had me coming. Everything was slick and sticky, but Fletcher managed to slot the end of the dildo over myspurting head. He held it there with one, shaking hand, then frantically milked me with the other.

I was relieved when the light came on indicating the dildo was full. It wasn’t complete relief, though. I still needed to knot like nobody’s business.

“I’ve got it, baby,” Fletcher said, racing away from me and into the bedroom.

Moments later, I heard the sound of both of them groaning and grunting as skin slapped against skin. It wasn’t what I expected, so I turned my head as much as I could, straining to see.

Then it occurred to me that I wasn’t completely restrained. I pulled my arms out of the leather sleeves and quickly undid the buckles holding my head, neck, and shoulders in place. That gave me enough movement to twist in the chair so that I could look behind me into the bedroom.

Fletcher had Gideon on his back with a pillow under his hips, he was fucking him vigorously, the Heat Lightning dildo held at the ready in one hand. His other hand was in Gideon’s mouth as Gideon slurped my cum hungrily off his fingers. Fletcher’s thrusts went from fast to desperate as, I assumed, he started to come. He was trying so hard, and it broke my heart to know it would never work.

No sooner had that bit of my heart torn than Gideon turned his head to the side and our eyes met. Fletcher had just pulled his hand back so he could balance himself better. Gideon took in a breath and cried out in the most heart-wrenching voice, “Artemis!” He stretched his arm out as if trying to reach me and cried again, “Artemis!”

It broke me. I twisted back to race through the rest of the buckles holding me in. I couldn’t get myself free fast enough. My omega needed me.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Fletcher panted, defeat heavy in his voice as he thrust with the last of his orgasm. “I’ve got you.”

I nearly stumbled out of the chair, twisting my ankle as I hit the ground. I winced, but ignored that pain as I untangled the rest of the way from the chair and stumbled into the bedroom.

“Artemis!” Gideon called again, his eyes wild with need.

“I’ve got you,” Fletcher sobbed uncontrollably as he pulled back. He fumbled the Heat Lightning dildo, he was shaking so much. “Stay with me, baby.”

It was the saddest thing I’d ever seen. I had only a hint of what these two meant to each other, what they’d been through together. I couldn’t imagine how hard Fletcher’s heart was breaking to hear his beloved call out another man’s name in the throes of his heat wave.

Fletcher’s heavy breaths turned into weeping as he searched the bedcovers for the dropped dildo. I could practically see his will to carry on draining out of him as his shoulders dropped and the tears started streaming down his reddened face.

“It’s okay,” I said, hurrying to the bed and resting a hand on his shoulder.

That was all it took. Fletcher let out a miserable cry and turned to me, throwing himself against me and sobbing into my shoulder. “I can’t help him. I can’t be what he needs.”

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