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“I’ve found an herbal supplement online that supposedly helps take the edge off of heats a little more. Maybe it’ll work for us both.” Avery smiled. “I found it a few moments ago in a search—I’ll pick some up as soon as this heat is over to be ready for the next.”

Gray shook his head, still concerned.

“I’ll be fine.”

“So you say,” Gray said before forcing himself upstairs and into his bedroom. As soon as his door was closed, he let the dressing gown slide from his shoulders. Hours of ignoring the heat pulsing through him had nearly driven him mad. Gray stretched his head and neck before stretching the rest of his body. Looking down, his cock was thick and hard, the tip oozing. He grasped it by the root and stroked the throbbing shaft, trying to release some of the pent-up need.

Again and again.

But no matter how many times he drove himself to completion, it wasn’t enough. He drifted off, still writhing in the sheets. Always knowing nothing would ever quench the lust he felt.

By the next morning, the heat had arrived full on. He awoke to unchecked lust before swallowing the waiting pill he’d left on his nightstand. It took nearly an hour for the pill to truly take effect—and in that time he used the dildo he’d also left beside the pill, knowing he’d have to slake some of the desire. His slick ran freely, so he needed no lubrication. His passage was slippery, and the dildo slid in with ease.

Gray drove the dildo deep, rubbing the head of it against the opening to his womb. The dildo wouldn’t be enough to open it—his body knew fake from the real thing—but the pressure there helped push him toward the edge. As he’d done a million times before, he imagined what it would feel like for an alpha to open him fully and knot inside his ass, filing his womb with seed and breeding him.

It wouldn’t leave him feeling as empty afterwards as the silicone version did. Not that he’d ever get the chance. Once he’d come twice, he lay breathless on the bed, his cries of pleasure all screamed into his pillow. The pill had finally started to kick in, it felt, and he didn’t feel the same intense urge to masturbate again.

Not yet.

It would come, he knew, as the pill began to run its course and before he could take another. Omegas couldn’t take more than three pills each day, as the medicine could have side effects in too great a dosage, taken too often. Or so they’d been told. Horror stories of the pills no longer working after a couple of years of misdosing and those omegas going into irregular, severe heats were enough to scare anyone with a womb.

Perhaps that’s all it was—scare tactics—but Gray wasn’t going to attempt to find out. He worried enough about when the medicines might stop working for him and what might happen then.

Once he felt up to it, Gray rose from his bed, showered, and slipped on the dressing gown once more. There was no point putting on too much as he’d likely be back in bed several times through the day, trying to command his body through the insanity of lust. After assuring the boys were awake and alive, had eaten some breakfast, and were okay, he returned to his room to battle the lust within.

For three days he battled that roaring need alone, taking care of his needs in an attempt to quell the lust ravaging his body and mind—and trying to maintain some semblance of stability for his nephews by checking in to assure they were alive and well. When the sun rose on the fourth day and his body was exhausted, but sated, Gray stared up at the ceiling, hating the vicious cycle he was stuck within and wishing it could all be over.

The shackles of his lust bound him in so many ways.

Chapter Six

In a boardroom in the Alpha Quadrant…

Rohan Parker, Esquire, sat at the end of the table, to the left of his boss and father-in-law, Warden Jaymes, listening to the man across from them drone on. He glanced at his cell phone under the table and saw the time. He was going to be late.

Jotting a note on a scrap of paper, he then slid it over to Warden.

Jamie’s appointment?

Warden scrawled across the paper and slid it back.

I need you here. It won’t be much longer.

Rohan seethed quietly. His father-in-law knew full well he preferred sitting at his omega’s side at Jamie’s appointments at the chemo clinic. Rohan wouldn’t allow his mate to sit alone as they forced poison into the omega’s veins. He typed a message to his brother-in-law, Wilder, who had somehow miraculously gotten out of the meeting.

I’m stuck. Jamie needs someone with him at chemo. Can you go?

He only half listened to the meeting as he willed a response to flash on the screen. Holding his breath as he saw a bubble form as Wilder typed, he stared at the screen, willing a yes.

Got it. I’m on my way in two seconds.

Thanks. I appreciate it. He needs someone there.

Rohan laid his phone on the desk beside his notes, thankful his omega wouldn’t be alone. He could always trust in Wilder to be there for Jamie. The rest of the family? Not so much. As an omega, he didn’t seem to rate as highly in the family hierarchy—especially now that he was barren.

Barren.

He hated that word with a passion. Rohan had seen it scrawled over countless medical documents—and now—surrogacy applications. How the love he felt for his omega could be considered void of life was beyond him. They didn’t need to have children. Jamie was more than enough to make him deliriously happy for the rest of his life.

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