Page 54 of Their Alpha

I shifted the pot of soup off the hottest of the burners then took a deep breath and headed into the living room. I saw exactly what I expected to see, but not in the way I anticipated.

Fletcher had Artemis spread across the larger of the two recliners. His trousers were off and his legs were balanced on the arms of the chair. He was half hunched over the back of the chair, hugging it tightly, as Fletcher railed him from behind.

“Be careful that you don’t unbalance and knock the chair over,” I called out to them, aroused and depressed at the same time.

My husband and my alpha jerked and swore, then scrambled to swing around and climb out of the chair to face me. It was easier for Fletcher to do, since he still had his jeans on and only had to scramble back, tuck his still-hard cock into his underwear, and zip up. Artemis backed off the chair and turned to face me, but with only a long-sleeved t-shirt on, when he faced me, I got a full view of his thick, dripping erection, and he couldn’t hide it.

“Gideon,” Fletcher gasped, red in the face. “We weren’t…it’s not…we didn’t know….”

“We need to talk,” I said with a sigh.

Fletcher and Artemis exchanged a guilty look, which hurt even more, since they were communicating through their bond, as Artemis bent to grab his jeans and underwear.

“We’re not…I know this must be odd for you,” Fletcher tried again, his conflicted swirl of emotions so thick I could almost taste them.

“Sit down, Fletcher,” I told him as I moved to take a seat in the smaller of the recliners. I chose that chair on purpose, because I didn’t want either of them to try to sit next to me and pet me like a child. What we had to discuss wasn’t childish at all.

Fletcher moved to sit on the couch, and once Artemis had his trousers on, he sat in the large recliner. It felt right that the three of us had different chairs.

“We need to sort this out,” I said, staring from one to the other seriously.

“Baby, I’m sorry if this?—”

I held up a hand to stop Fletcher.

“It’s okay,” I told him. “I get it. The two of you have bonded. I’ve read enough to know that a new bond makes the alpha and omega super horny for each other. And I know you haven’t been able to let loose and really fuck the way you want to ever since you’ve been with me.”

The look of misery that came over Fletcher’s face shot straight to my heart. I knew Fletcher had issues with the fact that he could never give me the baby that I’d always wanted, but surely he must have known that I felt bad for not being able to top him the way an alpha would.

“The bond is no excuse for the way we haven’t been able to control ourselves,” Artemis said, radiating goodwilland care toward me. “We shouldn’t have been so secretive about what we were doing.”

“It’s not secretive,” I said, genuinely surprised that he thought that was it. “It’s instinct. Even I can feel it. It’s like the entire house buzzes when the two of you are having sex. I get hard, too. Part of me, a big part of me, wishes I was involved.”

That surprised Fletcher and Artemis. They sat up straighter in unison and looked at each other. It was almost funny.

“I’m not completely frigid,” I told them, trying to shoot for humor as I smirked. “Your bond has me all worked up, too. I’m not afraid of Artemis at all. Granted, I don’t want to be fucked hard the way Fletcher apparently likes it, but I do like sex.”

The vibes in the room turned a little sheepish and a whole lot heated.

“Are you certain you would want to join in?” Artemis asked.

I was surprised, both with how exactly his question matched what I’d been thinking and how torn I felt inside because of it.

“I just don’t want to be in the way of the bonded mate relationship the two of you clearly have,” I said quietly.

“Oh, honey, it’s not?—”

“You could never be in the way, baby.”

Artemis and Fletcher spoke overtop of each other, but then both stopped.

All three of us sat straighter and I sucked in a breath at the sound of a car coming up the gravel drive.

In an instant, our conversation was over and all three of us bolted for the door. Artemis and Fletcher were suddenlyfull of aggressive energy, but I rushed for the door as a way of escaping the confines of the house so I could run.

We dashed out to the porch, but I immediately wanted to turn and race back into the house at the sight of the fancy, black SUV that appeared from the tree line, where the drive curved, and came to a stop close to Artemis’s and Fletcher’s cars.

I knew Goode had found us even before he cut the engine and got out of his car.

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