Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Fletcher

I felt itchy the whole drive home. Actually itchy. I was tempted to worry that I’d accidentally eaten something I was allergic to at the café, but I didn’t have any food allergies. At least, not that I knew about. People developed allergies as they aged, though, right?

I knew that wasn’t it. I wasn’t na?ve enough not to figure out that I was reacting to Artemis Montgomery.

Okay, reacting might have been too strong a word for it. I got a good vibe from him was all. He was handsome and tall, like most alphas were, with broad shoulders and a powerful build. He didn’t walk with a swagger, like he thought the world owed him something. He had an almost gentle manner, which I could tell from his warm but not forceful handshake. His hazel eyes were kind.

I’d definitely done my research on Artemis before contacting him through the Dark Fantasies Club app. I’d read all of his reviews, even going so far as to read other reviews those same omegas had left for other alphas to see if they were just the sort of people who left stellar reviews for everyone. But no, those reviews were honest. Artemis had a reputation for being respectful, actually submitting instead of pretending to and topping from the bottom, and for producing vast quantities of cum when he was milked.

That was all I needed. I needed that cum for Gideon. I needed it so that when his heat came, I could fuck him to make that personal connection, then swap out the Heat Lightning device loaded with Artemis’s cum so my beloved could get as close to the actual experience of an alpha taking him through heat without having to endure the horror of those abusive memories. Maybe I could figure out a way to milk a lot of extra from Artemis and store it so that when my heat came in a month or so, I’d be ready.

Not that I would mind Artemis taking me through my next heat.

I frowned as that thought hit me. It was intrusive and uninvited. I turned a corner onto the long drive that would take me out to my and Gideon’s secluded farmhouse, trying to push it away.

The thoughts wouldn’t budge. Neither would the lingering memory of Artemis’s alpha scent. It wasn’t brash and overpowering, like a lot of alpha’s I’d scented. It was more like fresh-mown hay in the sunshine. It actually reminded me of home, but that could only be because I’d been raised on a farm. I’d been the one driving the harvester during hay season.

As the gravel approaching the house crunched under the wheels of my car, I forced myself to think about Gideon, about what he’d been up to while I’d been in town, meeting Artemis. He was probably hunched over his computer, typing away on his latest book. Either that or online interacting with his fans. He’d had a call with his editor yesterday, who once again had urged him to come out of seclusion and do a book tour. There was no way that was happening.

Unless maybe we had someone with Artemis’s power and presence to act as Gid’s bodyguard. Artemis might have been gentle, but I had the feeling he could be intimidating when he needed to be.

My thoughts drifted as I passed the meadow where the neighboring farm’s horses were grazing. I bet Artemis had a big, thick, alpha cock. I bet it would feel so good pushing into my heat-slick hole, stretching and filling me. I could practically hear the sounds of our combined grunting in my imagination as he held me down and fucked me until I was sobbing with need for him.

I pulled into my parking space between the garage and the house and cut the engine with an impatient huff. I could feel slick seeping out of my hole even now just thinking about Artemis’s cock. I didn’t like it. The only sexy thoughts I should be having should be for my husband. What Gid and I shared in bed was hot and passionate and deeply satisfying.

Except it wasn’t entirely satisfying. I might have been a weak omega, but I was still an omega. I craved alpha cum as much as the next guy, but usually just when I was in heat.

I made an irritated sound as I got out of the car and slammed its door behind me. The energy pulsing through me made me stomp my way to the kitchen door instead of just walking. The itchy feeling had sunk deeper than my skin. It now felt like my entire reproductive system was burning and irritating. Maybe I just needed some cream or something.

Or maybe I needed an actual alpha to take me through my next heat instead of trying to get by with the Heat Lightning system. Maybe Artemis would?—

No. Not going there.

“Sweetheart? Are you working?” I called out as I tossed the keys on the kitchen counter, then walked through to the den, which we’d converted into Gideon’s office.

Sure enough, Gid was exactly where I’d imagined he would be, at his desk, typing like mad while staring at his computer with single-minded focus.

“Gid?”

Gideon gasped and jerked straight, a look of pure panic in his eyes for a second. I hated every time he had that instinctive fear reaction to me entering the room.

“Fletcher!” He breathed a sigh of relief and joy a moment later and pushed back from the computer. “You’re home!”

“Yeah, baby, I’m home,” I said. I opened my arms wide as Gid slipped away from his desk and raced to me.

Gid was far and away the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. He had sunny, curly blond hair and greenish-blue eyes, and his features were as sweet and pleasing as an angel. He was wearing the loose, white linen trousers he liked and a pale blue shirt that I liked to call his poofy shirt. All that and the way he moved with impeccable grace made him look like an absolute sylph.

That was his problem, really. He was like alpha catnip. Even I could feel the deep need to submit that radiated from him. The intensity of his affection as he threw himself into my arms and hugged me stirred everything inside of me, and I was another omega. I’d seen alphas nearly lose their shit over him before.

He’d been far too easy for that alpha to abuse all those years ago, before we’d met. I’d only seen him once from a distance, but I would hate that man until my dying day for the way he used and tortured my Gideon.

“I’m home, sweetheart,” I said, leaning in to kiss Gideon with all the possessiveness I could muster.

Gid melted into me, kissing me back with passion. I wrapped my arms around his lithe body and stroked one hand down to the pert mound of his ass. His body was warm, and the way he pushed himself into me, pressing his half-hard cock against my hip was all the sign I needed that his heat was very close.

“Did you do okay without me?” I asked, breaking our kiss but still holding onto him.

Gideon nodded with the innocence of a child. He wasn’t a child, though. He was nearly twenty-five, just a couple years younger than me. And despite his terror of alphas, he wasn’t innocent.

Again, that was his problem. His libido could be off the hook sometimes, especially this close to heat.

“I got a lot of work done,” he said, half turning to his computer but still clinging to me. “Three more chapters and I think I should have book five of The Inner Light Academy finished.”

“What does your editor say about that?” I asked walking over to one of the den’s recliners so I could sit with him in my lap.

“She says that anything I write in The Inner Light Academy world is going to be a mega-hit, and that I can expect to earn another million dollars before the end of the year,” Gid replied with a gently gloating smile.

“Good job, baby,” I said, cradling him on my lap and getting handsy as I did. “I’m so proud of you.”

I kissed Gid possessively as he wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders. I really was ridiculously proud of my husband. He’d been traumatized, he was anxious about leaving the house, and he still woke screaming in the night sometimes, but he had a gift, and he’d not only made that gift into a career, he’d become famous for it.

Famous under a pen name, of course. The world loved YA author Tristian Freehold. Hardly anybody knew that was actually Gideon. Even his editor and agent spoke to him as Tristan, despite the fact that Gideon Battersea was the name on all the legal documents.

“Tell me about this book,” I said, stroking his side and forcing myself to resist the temptation to stroke his cock. I wanted him to go into heat so we could get it over with, but I wanted more time alone with my husband when he was horny first. “The last thing you told me was that they found out the dragon stole the sword and they were all about to set off for Chaos Mountain to get it back.”

“They’re at the foot of Chaos Mountain now and Aurora is having a moment of doubt,” Gideon said in a rush, then continued with, “But that’s not what I want to talk about. How did your meeting go? Did you find someone suitable?”

Guilt hit me fast and hard before I could control it. It was a ridiculous emotion. Why should I feel guilty about doing the exact thing Gideon needed me to do to help him?

“Yeah, I think I did,” I said with a smile, stroking the side of my beloved’s face.

Gideon tensed up a little. “Is he…will he be alright with…the chair?”

My heart ached for Gid. Even now, years later, the thought of a rampant alpha in rut terrified him. I could feel him shaking in my arms, even though we were alone and at home.

“He is,” I said. “His name is Artemis, he has great reviews on the app, and he just told me that he gets off on the idea of being strapped into the chair, blindfolded, and milked.”

“And…and he’s okay if I want to get pregnant this heat?” Gid asked in a quiet, almost embarrassed voice.

“He is, sweetheart,” I answered, stroking the side of his face. “I can’t wait for us to be a family.”

Gideon’s subtle shaking turned into a strong shiver. His linen trousers lifted a little in the crotch as well. That was the most awful thing about Gid’s trauma. As hurt as he’d been, he was still an omega, and one with strong instincts at that. Alphas horrified him, but his body still needed what they could give.

What I couldn’t give.

“I think it’s coming soon,” Gid whispered, hunkering into me a little.

“What’s coming soon?” I asked, teasing him by stroking a hand down his front to rub over his growing erection. “Is this coming soon?”

Gideon laughed deep in his throat. The sound had my cock lifting up to press into his backside. Gideon made eyes at me that had every part of me roaring with the injustice of not being born an alpha. I would have done anything, taken any pill, undergone any surgery, if I could be made into the alpha my husband needed.

“That, too,” he said, wriggling in my lap.

“Mmm,” I said, reaching down to fondle his balls through the linen. “I can tell. These feel so full.”

“They are,” Gideon said, his eyes hazing a bit as he flexed into my touch. “Make it better, Fletcher. Put a baby in me.”

My husband was going to kill me with eyes like that and that voice .

And it killed me that I couldn’t give him the baby he wanted from my own seed.

“Always, love. I’ll always make it better. The baby will be our baby,” I said, pulling him in for a kiss.

As our mouths met and our tongues danced, I tugged at the drawstring of Gid’s trousers to loosen them. Then I scooped in to bring out his cock and balls.

Gid moaned and clung to me as I thrust my tongue against his and rolled his balls before drawing my hand up his cock. Like all omegas, he was small, but that didn’t stop the attention I gave him as I closed a fist around his length and stroked from feeling less than amazing. He was dripping in no time and panting against my mouth.

He was leaking slick like a sieve, too. I could feel it soaking through the seat of his trousers and dampening my own. My needy cock loved it and strained up to feel more even as my own ass gushed almost as badly as Gid’s. It was a good thing the recliner was made of waterproof fabric.

“Do you want to come, baby?” I panted, grinding up against him and bringing myself closer to the edge.

“Yes, Fletcher,” he sighed in the same way he might beg, “Yes, master.”

I didn’t want to deny him. I needed something myself. He was sitting across my lap, so I pulled his trousers down to his thighs, then tilted him back until his ass was elevated and his legs were folded over almost to his shoulders. Once I had him where I wanted him, I stroked one hand down his thigh, then pushed two fingers into his sloppy hole.

Two fingers quickly became three, then four. Gid’s hole was primed and ready for heat, though not quite there yet, and opened to accept me as deep as I could push. He cried out with pleasure and panted for more .

I picked up the pace of my thrusts until it was almost punishing, plunging into him and sending slick splattering. I knew Gideon’s body so well and I could tell he was holding out and soaking up as much pleasure as he could before letting himself come.

That was him. I wasn’t so patient or disciplined. I was close to the edge, and I wanted to come inside my sweetheart to let him know who he belonged to, even if I couldn’t give him everything he needed.

I stood quickly, Gid in my arms, and shifted so that I could drape him forward over the arm of the chair, his trousers still around his thighs. The sight of his shiny, slick-wet cheeks and thighs, constrained because of his trousers so his hole wasn’t on display, nearly caused me to blow in my jeans. I wanted to kneel behind him and bury my face in his peach-juicy ass, drinking his slick like it was the finest nectar, but I wasn’t going to make it.

With shaking hands, I undid my zipper, pushed my jeans and underwear down to my thighs, then gave my cock a quick stroke before slotting in place behind him. I poked around a bit until I found his ready hole, then I pushed home.

The two of us cried out in harmony as I pumped, curling over him to bring us into as much contact as possible. The advantage of being a weak omega was that I had a little bit more to work with in the genital department than most omegas. Every inch of my cock reveled in the sweet, wet friction of pounding into Gid’s ass, and my hole flowed like a fountain down my thighs.

The motion I created rubbed Gid’s cock against the arm of the chair, and in no time, my beloved was crying out as his orgasm took over. I felt the squeeze in my cock, which sent me over the edge as well. It wasn’t completely simultaneous, but it was about as close as we could get just going at it in the moment the way we were. I wasn’t going to complain. I might never be able to be enough for Gideon, but Gid was more than enough for me.

Even as I thought that, my imagination betrayed me. I had a sudden flash of what it would feel like to have Artemis pounding his fat alpha cock in my hole as I fucked Gideon.

I pushed that fantasy aside, even though it brought the itchy, impatient feeling back with it, and rocked back, leaving Gideon’s body.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I asked as I worked to catch my breath.

“Perfectly okay,” Gideon sighed, relaxing over the arm of the chair. “That was amazing.”

He was resting for a moment, but that didn’t stop me from admiring the mess of slick and cum seeping down his thighs. I wiped my mouth and considered crouching to rub my face in it.

It was the middle of the day, though, and I was certain Gid had more work to get done. Hell, I needed to get back to work, too. I worked remotely for a tech company doing IT, even though Gid insisted I didn’t have to and that he could support us. I would have gotten bored without work.

“Let me get you a warm towel to clean up,” I said, stepping back and sliding my jeans up so I could fasten them. I would go upstairs, shower, and change once I was certain Gideon was settled.

I dashed into the kitchen to wet a towel, then ran back into the den. Gid hadn’t moved. It was part of his instinct for obedience. But as I wiped the towel over his thighs and ass, kissing each lightly as I did, his concerned expression didn’t go away .

“Are you worried about your heat?” I asked him.

Gid hummed like he was considering it, then said, “A little, yes, but I’ve got something else on my mind, too.”

“Care to share?” I asked, slipping the towel between his constrained thighs and wiping there.

Gid was unusually silent and tense for a while. Finally, he said, “I have a new follower on social media.”

“Are they bothering you?” I asked, ready to leap through the internet to strangle someone.

“No,” Gid said in a way that made me think he meant yes. “They were asking a lot of questions, though.”

“You know better than to answer, sweetheart,” I said, trusting that Gid hadn’t created problems.

“Of course,” he said, then was silent for another long spell. When I finished cleaning him and pulled him upright and into my arms, he said, “I’m worried this person is connected to….”

“You don’t have to say his name, baby,” I said, pulling his trousers up and retying the drawstring while he lay his back against my chest.

“I’m worried he’s figured out where we are,” Gideon whispered.

I froze for a moment, trying not to give in to my worst fear.

“If he has, we’ll deal with it,” I said calmly, though I was anything but calm inside. The worst thing I could think of was for him to find us just as Gideon was about to go into heat. “We’ve moved and evaded him before. We can do it again if we have to.”

“I don’t want to move again,” Gideon said sullenly. “I like this farm. It’s the first place that has ever felt like a home to me.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I said, turning him in my arms and kissing him. “Although anywhere with you feels like home to me. But let’s worry about your heat first. This person online could just be some overzealous fan. Why don’t you let me go through your messages and read everything they’ve sent and I’ll tell you what I think.”

“Okay, Fletcher,” Gideon said, happy again as he slipped his arms over my shoulders. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, baby,” I said, kissing him soundly.

That’s what kept the two of us safe. I loved my husband, and I would do whatever it took to protect him and provide for him. Even if that meant bringing an alpha plaything into the house so I could milk his cum and use it for Gid’s heat.

I could ignore the undeniable attraction I had for Artemis while I did that. He was just an alpha. He’d be here and gone before we knew it, and Gid and I could get back to our life together.