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But it wasn’t mess on the bedcovers under him. Fletcher moved and shifted anxiously over an astounding puddle of slick. It poured from his hole, reaching down to the bed in viscous streams that had my mouth watering.

The flush of Fletcher’s skin suddenly made sense. The overpowering scent of both omegas, both equally strong, clicked in my mind. My own extended stamina and nearly impossible stores of cum were another clear sign.

Fletcher had said his heats weren’t regular. He’d said he wasn’t due to start his next heat for another month. Apparently, he was wrong about the second, but right about the first.

“No, no, no,” he groaned, looking down at his wet, erect cock and rocking even more, like his body was trying to find an alpha cock to impale him. “I don’t want it now. It can’t be happening now. Gideon needs me.”

I shifted away from Gideon and moved closer to Fletcher. The way he’d kissed me, the eagerness with which he’d drunk my cum, even the way he’d foregone gloves to milk me the last few times. They were all certain signs.

“Fletcher, sweetheart, I think you’ve just gone into heat, too.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Fletcher

As if my heart wasn’t breaking enough. Hearing my beloved husband call out another man’s name in desperation, a man who could give him the things I never could, was soul-destroying. Gideon was my everything, and now he was searching for someone else who could fulfill him where I couldn’t.

But adding my own body’s traitorous demands on top of that?

“No!” I gusted, scrambling back and off the end of the bed so I could pace the room, gripping my stomach. “No, this isn’t what I want. This isn’t what I need. This isn’t what Gideon needs right now.”

The sensations in my gut that nearly had me doubling over weren’t pain, exactly. They were need and longing so fierce that they swallowed up everything else within me. And that included any strength I had to help Gideon therest of the way through his heat. Unlike me, Gideon had normal, three-day heats, and he was just entering day two now.

“What can I do to help?” Artemis asked, letting go of Gideon’s hand and getting off the bed to face me. I had the feeling Gid had purposely let go of his hand and pushed him away to focus on me. Leave it to Gid to think of me when he was the one in dire straits.

Except I clearly was now, too.

“You need to help Gid,” I panted, wincing as I paced away from him.

It felt like my entire body wanted me to run to Artemis, drop to my knees, and suck his cock until he filled my insides with his powerful seed.

No, that wasn’t just a feeling, that was exactly what my biology demanded.

“Damn this stupid womb,” I hissed, trying to keep my distance from Artemis as I continued my attempt to walk it off.

It wasn’t just that, though. Something was happening to me that went beyond having a womb and a heat cycle. I wanted Artemis. An inner voice that I’d managed to ignore for most of my life was begging me to stop being stubborn and to give myself to him. Artemis was good and strong. The way he was helping me take care of Gideon was the most noble fucking thing I’d ever seen.

Trust him, the voice whispered.Give yourself to him. He’s your alpha. Can’t you smell it?

I breathed in deeply before I could argue against that voice. Instantly, my mind and heart filled with the sense of home. Hay and summer, peace and contentment. It was all there in his alpha scent.

You don’t have to shoulder this burden alone, the voicewent on.You can rest with him, give up and let someone else take the reins. Be the omega you really are inside.

“No!” I groaned aloud. “I’m stronger than this. I need to take care of Gideon. I love him.I love him!Gideon is my life!”

“I know, and it’s okay,” Artemis said, holding his hands up like he was trying to soothe me. “No one is saying that you don’t love Gideon.”

“I love you, too, Fletcher,” Gideon said weakly from the bed.

He’d managed to deflate the knot on the Heat Lightning device and remove it himself, and now he sat with his back against a pile of pillows at the headboard. He was so beautiful and ethereal. Gideon was everything an omega should be. He was gentle and sweet. He wanted babies and a family.

I was a complete failure as an omega. I had always wanted a career, respect. I wanted to be the caretaker, the sire. I wasn’t some womb that needed an alpha to fill it.

But wouldn’t it be wonderful to create life? Don’t you want the miracle of feeling the changes in your body as an entirely new person forms inside it? Then you could care for them as well and watch them grow.

“Shit, no!” I hissed, turning away from the bed and the two men watching me go through this mental and physical agony.

I was shaking, and as a particularly strong pang of need gripped me, I had to stumble to the bureau to hold myself up. I’d never cared much about babies and children before. I’d certainly never wanted to have them myself. I didn’t have time for that.

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