Page 52 of Their Alpha

I expected Fletcher to come near me and then stop so we could talk the situation through. Instead, he walked all the way up to me, slid his arms around me, and lifted to his toes so he could capture my mouth in a searing kiss.

My three seconds of surprise at his boldness quickly melted into hot, pulsing arousal. I grabbed him and pulled him close in return, dropping one hand to squeeze his ass. The passion came out of nowhere, but I wanted it so desperately that I just went with it.

Fletcher hooked a hand around the back of my neck and fought me for control of the kiss. His lips and tongue were demanding, taking what they wanted, despite our relative positions. I challenged him for control for a little bit because I liked the fight, but I really wanted him to win. I wanted him to kiss me into submission, shove me down to theovergrown grass beside the cliff, tear my jeans off, and ride me into the sunset.

I was a little surprised when Fletcher murmured, “I want you to bend me over that stump over there and fuck me until you send me into heat again.”

I grinned as I tightened my hold on his ass and pushed my straining erection against his belly. “And here I was thinking I wanted you to throw me down and bounce on my cock until I rearranged your insides.”

Fletcher’s answering laugh was low and wicked. “I might be able to arrange that,” he said.

Between kisses, he reached for the button of my fly, then tugged the zipper down. I growled with want as he scooped a hand into my briefs and stroked my cock up until the wet tip poked over the waistband.

“It’s too bad we don’t have a Mammulator 6000 lying around,” he said, reaching down to cup and squeeze my balls. “I wouldn’t mind spying on you as a machine like that pumped everything you’ve got out of these balls.”

“Tie me up while you milk me and I’ll give you every bit of the show you’re after,” I panted.

The spike of lust I felt through the bond was almost enough to make me come. I held back, dancing with the feeling that I wouldn’t let myself come unless my omega asked me to, or better yet, forced me to. The only thing better than being milked by a machine with Fletcher watching would have been being milked by force.

Although the way I liked things, it would have to be the illusion of being forced, because right now, I would have given anything to have Fletcher test just how much cum the balls he was fondling could produce.

I grabbed the sides of his face as he shifted to stroking my cock again and kissed him. We both groaned and Ishifted my feet apart, bracing for orgasm and hoping I wouldn’t lose my balance once it hit me.

“Hey, guys, do you know where we put the?—”

Gideon’s voice shattered the moment. Fletcher and I both gasped and jumped back from each other, dripping in guilt. It didn’t help anything that the top of my hard cock was very much visible above the band of my briefs and my open fly.

“Oh. Sorry,” Gideon said, turning red faster than I’d ever seen anyone do before and radiating embarrassment. “I’ll just let the two of you get on with it.”

He turned to head back into the house.

“Gid, no, I’m sorry,” Fletcher said, breaking away from me with a sigh and striding back to the house. “We shouldn’t be?—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. I felt the hitch of emotion that stopped him from saying something he didn’t actually believe, that he and I shouldn’t be hot for each other. We were going to be horny for each other, now that we were bonded, no matter how much guilt it caused. We wouldn’t always be able to just stop like we did either.

I tucked myself back into my jeans and followed Fletcher and Gideon into the house.

“No, it’s okay,” Gideon was in the middle of saying as he filled up his scrubbing bucket from the sink, not looking at Fletcher as he spoke. “Believe me, I’ve been around you two enough in the last few days to know what kind of sexual chemistry you have. I really don’t mind if you flex that now and again, especially since I’m?—”

He stopped and darted a glance at me. All my suspicions about him being pregnant rushed back.

I was certain he was going to confess, but instead he turned to Fletcher and said, “Especially since I’m still alittle wary of alphas. And I just finished my heat. I’ve never had the libido that you do?—”

“That’s a big fat lie,” Fletcher interrupted him with a surprise grin.

I was surprised, too. Especially when Gideon blushed even deeper and lowered his eyes with the sexiest, most charming look.

“Okay, I’ve been known to be a horn dog on occasion,” he admitted quietly.

My brow flew up and my cock begged me to take it out again. I could tell from what I felt from Fletcher, and the glow Gideon seemed to radiate, that he wasn’t making that up. The possibilities for future sexy times ran wild in my head. Maybe I could have my two omegas at the same time. Maybe I could fuck Gideon while Fletcher fucked me.

A shiver of longing from Fletcher told me he’d felt my fantasy. “Okay,” he said, raising his hands and taking a step back. “Maybe we should all just cool off and see to our own tasks for a while. This could get out of control really fast.”

“I wouldn’t mind it getting out of control,” I muttered.

Gideon snorted with laughter, splashing water from his bucket as he took it out of the sink.

“You two, behave,” Fletcher ordered us. God, I loved it when he got bossy. “We’re in the middle of sprucing up the house. It isn’t going to do any of us a lick of good if we drop our responsibilities for a threesome every time we get the itch.”

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