Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

Artemis

I was restless for the rest of the day after having lunch with Fletcher Battersea. I couldn’t get his scent out of my nose or the images of everything that could happen in our fantasy out of my head. It made for an uncomfortable work day as I tried to sneak around the office with my dress trousers tented.

I ended up leaving early, then going home. My initial intention was to take a shower and rub one out to ease the ache, but I thought of Fletcher and Gideon and decided I needed to wait for their sake. Instead of jacking off, I went down to my building’s gym to work out.

The call didn’t come that evening, as much as I wanted it to. I thought about calling or texting Fletcher to see how things were going and to ask if he wanted me to come over early as I undressed for bed. Reminding myself that Gideon had been traumatized and that he probably wouldn’t appreciate a strange alpha showing up at his house in the middle of the night and going into rut at the first scent of his heat stopped me.

There was no call in the morning as I got up and reluctantly got ready for work. I did have work to do, although I’d been trying to pass on as many projects as I could in case I ended up leaving Victory Holdings before they were finished. I wanted out of the company, but I wasn’t the sort of jerk who would drop a ton of half-finished projects on people who didn’t know what was going on.

The office was filled with its usual buzz when I arrived. I pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary as I got my coffee, chatted to a few co-workers, then made my way to my office and had a seat at my desk. I couldn’t sit still for the life of me, which made the first couple of hours drag by.

Finally, as we were closing in on eleven o’clock, I got the call.

“Hello, Artemis?” Fletcher’s strained voice sounded as soon as I answered.

“Is it time?” I asked.

“I think so,” Fletcher replied, blowing out a breath like he was either relieved I was on board or he was trying not to panic. “Gid is restless and overheated, and the bed was wet with slick this morning.”

“Say no more,” I said. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“I’ll text you the address,” Fletcher said. “It’s a good forty-five minutes’ drive outside of Barrington without traffic.”

“I’ll speed if I have to,” I joked. Although my inner alpha and my cock weren’t joking.

We said a quick goodbye, then I waited a few seconds before the text with Fletcher’s address came through. I shifted it into my map app and was surprised that it was a rural location out in the farmland west of Barrington.

As I stepped around my desk, I sent Victor a quick text letting him know the fantasy was starting. Even though I felt that this heat was different from the casual fantasies I’d played in the past, I was a stickler for protocol.

As I headed for the door, grabbing my coat on the way, my phone rang. I assumed it was Victor calling back about the fantasy, or even Fletcher with more details, but when I looked at my phone, the name Justice Goode popped up.

Everything screeched to a halt, and I hung my coat back up as I tapped to answer the call with, “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this Artemis Montgomery?” a deep, rich, alpha voice asked.

“This is. Justice Goode?” I asked in return.

“The one and only,” the alpha said with a good-natured chuckle. “I’m so glad to finally get to speak to you, Artemis. May I call you Artemis?”

“Absolutely,” I said, trying to sound upbeat, like I would make a good CFO for his company, but glancing at the clock on my wall.

“Perfect,” Goode said. “I’m sure you know why I’m calling. I’ve been over your CV and spoken with my recruiter. He was mighty impressed with you and insists you’re the best candidate for CFO of Arise Financial. I knew I needed to speak to you and interview you in person.”

It was everything I’d been hoping to hear coming at exactly the wrong time.

“I can’t wait to meet with you in person either,” I said, shifting a nervous look around my office. “There’s just one problem.”

“Oh?” Goode asked, still sounding pleasant. “ You haven’t changed your mind about joining the family already, have you?”

“No, sir,” I said, throwing in a half-laugh. “It’s just that I received a call about a, er, family emergency not more than fifteen minutes ago. I’m on my way out of the office to take care of something now.”

“Ah,” Good said, a knowing note in his voice. “ Family emergencies are always important for us alphas. I completely understand. I’m married myself.”

My face heated a little at all the assumptions my potential future boss was making, but I couldn’t worry about that now. Holding my phone with one hand and doing some minor gymnastics, I got into my coat and headed out the door, still engaging with him.

“I might not be available for the next couple of days, but I’m eager to speak with you,” I said, trying to keep my voice down as I passed other offices. “Would Monday work for an in-person interview?”

Goode laughed. “I like your initiative. Usually, I’m the one setting the meetings.”

“Sorry, sir,” I said as I reached the elevator and ducked inside.

I worried that I would lose the call, but stayed connected as I traveled down.

“No worries,” Goode said, still sounding cheerful. “Monday is pushing it, but we’ll see what we can do.”

I wasn’t entirely happy with that answer. I worried what would happen if I didn’t meet the man’s demands. He could be telling the truth when he said I was the best candidate for the job, but he could also just be buttering me up.

“You go take care of your omega now,” he said as the elevator slid open on the ground floor. “Family is the cornerstone of life and the gateway of spirituality,” he added .

I frowned slightly. I’d heard that sentiment expressed before, but with everything else zipping through my brain, and straight to my groin, I couldn’t remember where.

“We’ll talk later,” Goode said.

We said our goodbyes and I gladly ended the call as I strode quickly down the street to my apartment building. One of the advantages of living and working in the heart of the city was that I was never more than a few minutes from home.

As soon as I reached my apartment, I threw off my work clothes and dressed in far more comfortable jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. I’d packed and repacked a bag a dozen times the night before, which was ready and waiting for me. Within half an hour of Fletcher’s call, I was on the road, the rural address punched into my GPS.

Traffic was light, which helped things. It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week, so the world was grinding on as it usually did, not noticing a lone alpha rushing out to help an omega take his omega husband through heat in the kinkiest way possible. Just thinking about the possibilities of playing with Fletcher for Gideon’s benefit had my cock straining against my jeans as I drove. I felt like it had been on call, ready to go, for twenty-four hours now.

The farm wasn’t hard to find. I was a little surprised about how long the driveway was, easily half a mile, or how completely hidden the house and its surrounding garden were once I got there. I parked next to a surprisingly fancy sedan, then got out, hoisting my bag over my shoulder, and strode up to the front door. I knocked, then waited, running through what we’d agreed on for the scenario in my head.

As soon as a slightly frazzled Fletcher opened the door, I put on a dopey smile and said, “Hi, I’m Artemis. I’m here for the farm hand job?”

It wasn’t the scenario we’d talked about, but it felt like it might be fun.

Fletcher blinked at me, and I could see his mind racing. I caught the moment he bought into the scenario as well.

“Yes, right this way,” he said, opening the door wider. “We’ve been anxious for help lately, and you look like the perfect specimen. I mean, worker.”

I laughed, still pretending I was clueless as I looked around. I wasn’t pretending when I said, “Nice place you’ve got here. Really nice.”

In fact, the interior of the farmhouse was so much more than I would have expected. It had clearly been decorated by someone with exquisite taste…and a lot of money. The furnishings were luxurious and there was a lot of tech in the rooms that I saw, from huge televisions to a fancy sound system to a glimpse I caught of a top-of-the-line computer.

“Come this way,” Fletcher said, heading towards an amazing, floating staircase and starting up. “There’s, um, a special uniform I like for our farm hands to wear. You can change in the spare room.”

“Sure,” I said, sending a last glance around the beautiful, open-plan downstairs. I spotted a lot of gorgeous art along with the amazing tech.

At the top of the stairs, I turned my attention to Fletcher as he walked me down a short hall. The house was larger than two omegas needed with plenty of extra rooms. Most of the doors were closed, though. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find a nursery behind one of the doors. Fletcher had said his husband was hoping to get pregnant this heat.

As we reached the end of the hall, I was smacked with one of the most powerful omega scents I’d ever smelled. I didn’t know how to describe it, really. It was sweet, like all omega scents, but I couldn’t make up my mind if it was flowery, fruity, or sugary. It was everything combined, like a high-end dessert.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped before I could stop myself.

The scent came from behind the door at the very end of the hall, but Fletcher reached for the handle on the door right before that one as he glanced over his shoulder at me with a frown.

“His scent is so strong,” I said, panting slightly. I needed to get my jeans off and I needed them off now, before my raging erection punched right through the fabric.

Fletcher’s frown deepened, and a thread of hopelessness joined it. “I can’t smell it,” he said.

It was a statement of fact, but it also struck me as the saddest thing I’d ever heard. Only alphas could scent omegas. Other omegas and betas didn’t have the olfactory receptors to pick up the smell. Fletcher was biologically missing out on one of the key things about his mate, and I could see it hurt him.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, hoping I could help him. “It’s the sweetest smell, like a high-end patisserie, sugar and flowers. It’s the strongest omega scent I’ve ever known.”

Fletcher nodded, but I could see my explanation only made him sad. “Your alpha scent just ratcheted up by a factor of about a thousand in response,” he said.

“Interesting.” I wasn’t sure how to play that as part of the fantasy, but once we stepped into the room and I saw it wasn’t a standard guest room with a bed, bureau, and closet, but rather a kinky-ass room with some sort of alpha breeding bed, leather straps hanging and ready to go, I put in some effort and said, “Hey, what sort of job is this?”

Fletcher shut the door tightly and turned the knob to lock it. “Get undressed,” he said, turning back to me with a serious look. “I want every stitch of your clothes off. And you can forget about this.”

He grabbed my bag from my shoulder and tossed it on the cabinet near the door.

“What’s going on?” I asked, following my part as clueless alpha who had just walked into his own kidnapping, but starting to undress like I’d been ordered. If this had been a real kidnapping situation, I would have bolted instead of peeling out of my shirt.

As I exposed my chest and lifted my arms to take my shirt off, I heard a gasp from the side. Once I tossed my shirt aside, I turned and noticed a pair of sliding double doors that must have connected to the room where the omega was. They were cracked just a tiny bit, and I was sure I was being spied on. I couldn’t see anything more than the flash of an eye, but the omega heat scent was overwhelming.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” I kept going with the fantasy, “but I don’t think it’s farm work.”

“That job was just a front,” Fletcher said, stepping closer to me and undoing my jeans, even though I’d been about to do the same thing. We both gasped as he pushed them and my underwear down, sending my needy cock bouncing up. “This is what I need from you.”

He grabbed my balls and squeezed them slightly, nearly sending me into a premature orgasm. His touch was amazing, like he was calculating how much cum I had in my balls and what he would have to do to get it out. He swept his other hand up my shaft to the beaded moisture at its tip, causing my body to shudder.

Then he gathered my precum on his fingers and tasted it, like a chef checking to see if the sauce was the way he liked it .

“Yes,” he said, slightly hoarse. “This will do nicely.”

I caught a sudden whiff of Fletcher’s burnt sugar scent threading through the overwhelmingly sweet scent of his husband. Together, the two of them were a feast for my nose, sharp and soft, bitter and sweet.

Fletcher jerked back, like he’d broken some sort of trance, and pushed my jeans the rest of the way down to my feet. He untied my shoes while he was crouched, then stood and stared at me with the fiercest look I’d ever seen on an omega.

“Get out of those and get on the table,” he ordered.

“And if I don’t?” I asked. I had to keep up with the kidnapping ruse, after all.

“Then you’ll regret it,” Fletcher said in a flat voice.

That was good enough for me. He could have made any number of threats against my person, my family, or my reputation, but that vague threat made me think that he wasn’t really in the whole thing to be mean, just to help his husband.

I’d used milking chairs before, in fantasies and with Bangers & Mash, but the one Fletcher had was the old-fashioned, slightly torturous-looking kind. It reminded me of a dentist’s chair, except with leather straps and buckles. And the bottom part of the chair where my legs went divided and could be pushed farther apart.

Fletcher wasted no time strapping me in once I’d settled. There were more straps on this particular bed than I was used to, two each on each of my calves, two on each of my thighs, three across my torso, and full leather sleeves along the arms of the chair to keep my arms and hands completely immobile. I was there for Fletcher and Gideon, but as my restraints got tighter and tighter, my body and mind responded so powerfully that I started thrusting in my binds without trying to.

“Yes,” Fletcher said in a menacing voice once he had me completely restrained, which included a strap around my forehead so I couldn’t move my head. “I can already see you’ll do nicely.”

If the extreme restraint wasn’t good enough, Fletcher stepped over to the cabinet, reached in for a few things, and came out with a pair of latex gloves. I bucked against the restraints holding my hips again. I had a thing for omegas milking me while wearing latex gloves. It was just the right level of degrading and clinical.

Whether Fletcher had any clue about that or not, he played right into my fantasy by holding up one hand and snapping the latex around his wrist as he stared at my cock. He completely ignored me as he studied my hard, dripping shaft that now lay pointing straight up over my belly and the straps holding me down.

“This should be easy,” he said.

He reached back into the cabinet and came out with a bottle of lube and what I recognized as a Heat Lightning dildo. It was the size and shape of an alpha cock with an expanding bit on the bottom to simulate a knot once it was inserted in an omega going through heat. The dildo was hollow as well with a button that activated a pneumatic plunger to deliver much-needed alpha cum.

With a completely straight face, Fletcher walked over to me and unceremoniously opened the bottle of lube, dribbling some over my length. The contrast of hot and cold had me jerking and close to release.

“Hold still,” Fletcher ordered me, like I was a thing to be used and not a person.

I loved that .

With his gloved hand, he stroked the lube over my cock, slicking the whole thing and driving me wild. I groaned at the pleasure of his touch, then panted as he brought the base of the dildo to the tip of my cock.

I burst before he could fully secure the unit to me. It was a powerful orgasm, too, racking my whole body and making me growl with each uncontrollable thrust. Fletcher’s eyes went wide as he scrambled to hold my shooting cock with one hand and the dildo with the other to get as much of my cum inside the thing as he could.

Fortunately for Gid, I had more than enough to fill the cartridge and then some. The indicator that the dildo was loaded lit up, but I kept coming. Hot seed spilled over Fletcher’s hand and my belly, making a complete mess.

I could tell from the flare of Fletcher’s nostrils and the fire in his eyes that he liked what he was seeing and smelling. He kept his face blank for the scene, but as he pulled the full dildo away and fisted me to get every last drop out, he was breathing heavily. As the last pull subsided, he swept his gloved hand around in the puddle spreading over my belly, gathering it all up.

Once again, he shocked me by bringing his hand to his lips and sucking a generous amount of my cum from his hand. That had me jerking into the straps securing my hips, desperate to come some more or to have my knot form. Knots rarely formed outside of an omega’s body, though.

“Fletcher?”

The plaintive cry from the other room was enough to break my heart.

Fletcher immediately tore his focus away from me and stepped toward the double doors.

“I’m coming, baby. I’ve got it,” he said in a voice so tender and protective that it made my eyes sting. I wished the two of them could have had what they needed in each other.

Less than a minute later, sounds of slurping and panting, then grunting and slapping came from the other room. I knew full well what was going on, and my body reacted as if I were a part of it. I got hard again in an instant as I listened to the two omegas fucking. I was facing the other way, so even though Fletcher hadn’t blindfolded me, like I’d said he could, I couldn’t see anything. I could only hear the two lovers going at it using my cum to satisfy Gideon’s heat.

It was so heady that I started coming again, shooting ropes of cum across my belly and chest in a completely uncontrolled way. It was sweet torture not to be able to move or touch myself as it happened, not to be touched by anyone. This fantasy was going to tick all my boxes…if it didn’t drive me crazy first.