Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Artemis

I t stopped being a fantasy the moment I saw Gideon’s sweet, terrified face.

Everything within me roared to full alpha protectiveness when Gideon caught me awake and watching him and when he wheeled back to hide in the corner. It tore me up inside to see an omega so traumatized by his past that he would react to me like that.

Talking to him and reassuring him by strapping myself into the chair only made the overpowering ache in my gut and in my heart sharper. Fletcher had spoken about his husband in glowing terms, and he hadn’t been lying. Gideon radiated pureness of heart and innocent beauty. The way his eyes lit up when he’d talked about the omega fairy tale princes had me smiling from the inside along with him. The sound of his laughter was like some sort of magic charm .

I was completely smitten.

And then Fletcher had stepped into the scene as Gideon’s heat wave rolled over him, changing the entire complexion of the interaction. Suddenly, I was an outsider, an intruder in someone else’s bittersweet love story.

The thing was, my heart bled for Fletcher as well. I admired him more than anyone I’d ever known. The strength he was showing, both in exhausting himself to take care of Gideon while simultaneously giving me what I needed in rut and in sacrificing his own needs, was astounding.

I was smitten with Gideon, but I was falling head over heels for Fletcher.

“Everything is okay,” I reassured him, tensing in my self-imposed restraints. “Gideon got up to use the bathroom, and we started talking on his way back.”

“You’re not supposed to see him,” Fletcher half shouted as he walked Gideon into the bedroom. “He’s terrified of alphas. I won’t have you upsetting him.”

“Fletcher,” Gideon cried plaintively from somewhere out of my sight. It was hard to tell if he was pleading with his mate for calm or if he was suddenly so desperate in his heat wave that he was begging Fletcher to help him.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Fletcher called back to him as he walked into the dressing room, looking over his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I swear, I didn’t do anything to upset Gideon,” I said as calmly as I could, straining against the straps holding me down as a particularly fierce pulse of need pushed into my cock and balls. “We were talking. He told me about how the two of you met. He told me the story of Azurus the Sapphire Dragon Prince.”

Fletcher had headed to the cabinet to grab the Heat Lightning dildo and a pair of gloves, but he snapped to face me. “He told you the fairy tales?” The note of vulnerability in his voice cracked my heart even more.

“He did,” I nodded, then grunted in concert with the moan that came from Gideon in the other room.

This wasn’t going to work. Now that I had seen Gideon and talked to him, and heard him laugh, my alpha was champing at the bit to take him in my arms and see him through the rest of his heat personally. Gideon’s ethereal sweetness and Fletcher’s sharp sugar swirled through me, filling my senses and pounding into my balls. I’d never experienced anything like it. Their combination had me feeling like I might burst out of my skin.

“I’m protective of him,” Fletcher said, abandoning the box of gloves. His hands were shaking too much to get a pair out anyhow. He snatched up the Heat Lightning dildo and hurried over to my side. “He’s all I have and I’m all he has. We’re not as secure here as we?—”

His words were cut off by my roar as he touched my thigh. I bucked against the restraints uncontrollably, thick ropes of cum erupting from me and coating my stomach. I couldn’t stop it. My balls emptying felt so good I thought I might sink into it, but the need to spend all that seed inside an omega made the whole thing hollow at best.

“Fuck me!” Fletcher gasped, watching the geyser flow, eyes wide.

I wanted to. I desperately wanted to. I wanted to sink my cock so deep into his hole that I not only punched my way into his womb, I penetrated his soul.

Two minutes ago, my mind had been consumed with the idea of taking Gideon through the rest of his heat personally, with tenderness and passion. Now I wanted to fuck Fletcher so hard his bones turned to dust. It was enough to make me lose my mind.

And then, out of the blue, looking more than a little dazed, Fletcher bent close to me and ran the flat of his tongue over my belly, between the leather straps, slurping up a generous amount of my cum as he did. He groaned and closed his eyes, like he was tasting the best dessert ever, then went in for another lick.

All of it was too much. Direct contact with Fletcher’s tongue and the one hand he used to grip my cock as he held the dildo in the other had me thrusting hard into the restraints. I’d fastened them tightly and it was a quality milking bed, though, so all my efforts got me nowhere. Less than a minute after the first round of orgasms stopped, another one rolled over me. I shoved into Fletcher’s fist for friction as my cum shot out, hitting his cheek and ear.

Fletcher shifted from licking up my first spill to slamming his mouth over my cock and bearing down like he would suck the life out of me. That just made the orgasm stronger. It also made me desperate to bury and knot. I needed Fletcher to climb on me, spread his ass, and impale himself on me over and over until?—

“Fletcher!” Gideon cried again, sounding like he was in agony.

Fletcher pulled away from me with a swallow and a gasp. He looked at me for one second, his expression filled with pain and guilt.

“I’m coming, baby,” he called out, wrenching his alarmed eyes away from me and glancing into the bedroom. I’ve got you.”

Lucky for all of us, whatever wild force had overtaken me, it still had me coming. Everything was slick and sticky, but Fletcher managed to slot the end of the dildo over my spurting head. He held it there with one, shaking hand, then frantically milked me with the other.

I was relieved when the light came on indicating the dildo was full. It wasn’t complete relief, though. I still needed to knot like nobody’s business.

“I’ve got it, baby,” Fletcher said, racing away from me and into the bedroom.

Moments later, I heard the sound of both of them groaning and grunting as skin slapped against skin. It wasn’t what I expected, so I turned my head as much as I could, straining to see.

Then it occurred to me that I wasn’t completely restrained. I pulled my arms out of the leather sleeves and quickly undid the buckles holding my head, neck, and shoulders in place. That gave me enough movement to twist in the chair so that I could look behind me into the bedroom.

Fletcher had Gideon on his back with a pillow under his hips, he was fucking him vigorously, the Heat Lightning dildo held at the ready in one hand. His other hand was in Gideon’s mouth as Gideon slurped my cum hungrily off his fingers. Fletcher’s thrusts went from fast to desperate as, I assumed, he started to come. He was trying so hard, and it broke my heart to know it would never work.

No sooner had that bit of my heart torn than Gideon turned his head to the side and our eyes met. Fletcher had just pulled his hand back so he could balance himself better. Gideon took in a breath and cried out in the most heart-wrenching voice, “Artemis!” He stretched his arm out as if trying to reach me and cried again, “Artemis!”

It broke me. I twisted back to race through the rest of the buckles holding me in. I couldn’t get myself free fast enough. My omega needed me .

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Fletcher panted, defeat heavy in his voice as he thrust with the last of his orgasm. “I’ve got you.”

I nearly stumbled out of the chair, twisting my ankle as I hit the ground. I winced, but ignored that pain as I untangled the rest of the way from the chair and stumbled into the bedroom.

“Artemis!” Gideon called again, his eyes wild with need.

“I’ve got you,” Fletcher sobbed uncontrollably as he pulled back. He fumbled the Heat Lightning dildo, he was shaking so much. “Stay with me, baby.”

It was the saddest thing I’d ever seen. I had only a hint of what these two meant to each other, what they’d been through together. I couldn’t imagine how hard Fletcher’s heart was breaking to hear his beloved call out another man’s name in the throes of his heat wave.

Fletcher’s heavy breaths turned into weeping as he searched the bedcovers for the dropped dildo. I could practically see his will to carry on draining out of him as his shoulders dropped and the tears started streaming down his reddened face.

“It’s okay,” I said, hurrying to the bed and resting a hand on his shoulder.

That was all it took. Fletcher let out a miserable cry and turned to me, throwing himself against me and sobbing into my shoulder. “I can’t help him. I can’t be what he needs.”

“Yes, you can,” I insisted, fighting against the overpowering need to fuck one or both of them. “You’re a good, strong man, Fletcher. You’ve got this. We’ve got this.”

Fletcher’s panting continued, but he pulled back enough to look me in the eyes .

“I mean it,” I said. “You’ve got this. The Heat Lightning dildo is full. You can get this done without me.”

I meant without me fucking Gideon personally, which I desperately needed to do. He still needed me to get through it all, though.

Fletcher nodded, then pulled another completely unexpected move. He grabbed both sides of my face and slammed his mouth into mine, kissing me with passion I would have expected from Gideon in his current state. He was aggressive and demanding, sucking on my tongue and taking what he needed from me. It actually made me feel like I was helpless putty in his hands.

Then he wrenched back, and with more confidence, found the dildo and moved into position.

Gideon made a sound like he didn’t know which name to call out. He thrashed wildly while glancing between the two of us, confused to the point of terror.

“It’s alright,” I said, shifting so I could lie beside him and embrace him. Maybe the skin-to-skin contact would help.

I almost had him, but at the last minute his eyes went wider and he pulled away from me, shouting, “No! No!”

“Baby?” Fletcher asked, pausing just as he was about to push the dildo home.

“It’s okay,” I reassured both of them. “You’re in control here, Gideon,” I said. “You tell me what you need. I’m yours to command.”

“I don’t know,” Gideon answered, bursting into tears. “I need to be fucked. I need this wave to be over. I’m so scared.”

“I think I need to just do it,” Fletcher said, starting to shake again as he stared down between Gideon’s spread legs .

I nodded in agreement. It was the only thing I could do. This wasn’t my call. These weren’t my omegas. Even if every cell in my body tried to scream at me that they were.

Fletcher only hesitated for a moment more before pushing and thrusting the dildo into Gideon, going deeper and deeper. Gideon cried out and moved into the feeling, rocking so that he could impale himself harder and harder.

Then he flailed out and caught my hand.

“I’m here, Gideon,” I told him, trying to be calm but probably sounding every bit like an alpha in rut. I squeezed his hand to match how hard he was squeezing mine, careful not to touch him more than he wanted me to.

Gideon made a sound of relief and pleasure so vivid that I started to come again before I knew what was happening. I thrust blindly, my body trying to find skin to make contact with. For Gideon’s sake, I fought not to cross any boundaries, but we were close enough that my cum spilled across his side and stomach.

Instead of frightening him, though. That direct touch of fresh cum had Gideon gasping for breath and jerking as his chain of orgasms started.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Fletcher gasped, pushing the button on the dildo to release its contents. “You’re okay.”

With a blink of surprise, I realized Gideon was more than okay. He was caught up in ecstasy. My cum inside him must have been doing exactly what it was supposed to do. The fresh ropes I couldn’t seem to stop spewing across his stomach were helping even more. He squeezed my hand so tightly I thought it might shrink a few sizes as he tilted his head back and cried out with pleasure. His thinner omega cum mingled with mine on his belly.

If that wasn’t good enough, Fletcher let go of the dildo once it was knotted and bent forward over Gideon’s stomach. Like he had with me, he licked and sucked everything that had spilled across his beloved. He smeared his face in our mingled mess before licking some more. When Gideon started to come again with an aftershock orgasm, Fletcher inched down to take his cock in his mouth and sucked and swallowed until they were both writhing with pleasure.

Fletcher didn’t stop there. When Gideon softened into sated rest, he stretched to the side, going straight for my cock while splayed across Gideon’s body. I gasped and then started to come again, miraculously, though I had no idea whether there was actually anything left in my balls. His mouth around me felt so amazing that I couldn’t stop.

As heady as it was, it didn’t take me long to realize that Fletcher had lost all control. It was like he was possessed as he bobbed and slurped, only pulling back to gasp and fill his lungs again before rubbing his face in my crotch and sucking on my cock again.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” I said, worried that he’d snapped somehow.

“Fletcher?” Gideon panted in exhaustion.

The sound of his husband’s voice pulled Fletcher back and brought him to his senses.

That only lasted a second before Fletcher grimaced and groaned, “Oh God!”

“What is it?” Gideon panicked. He scrambled to sit up, but Fletcher was draped over him, and he was still exhausted from his heat wave. “Are you alright? Is something wrong? Fletcher?”

Fletcher made a keening sound and pushed himself back. He settled in an awkward crouch, rocking and pushing back slightly, like he was trying to expel something. When he grabbed his belly and moaned, I hurried to push myself up, worried he was sick .

But it wasn’t mess on the bedcovers under him. Fletcher moved and shifted anxiously over an astounding puddle of slick. It poured from his hole, reaching down to the bed in viscous streams that had my mouth watering.

The flush of Fletcher’s skin suddenly made sense. The overpowering scent of both omegas, both equally strong, clicked in my mind. My own extended stamina and nearly impossible stores of cum were another clear sign.

Fletcher had said his heats weren’t regular. He’d said he wasn’t due to start his next heat for another month. Apparently, he was wrong about the second, but right about the first.

“No, no, no,” he groaned, looking down at his wet, erect cock and rocking even more, like his body was trying to find an alpha cock to impale him. “I don’t want it now. It can’t be happening now. Gideon needs me.”

I shifted away from Gideon and moved closer to Fletcher. The way he’d kissed me, the eagerness with which he’d drunk my cum, even the way he’d foregone gloves to milk me the last few times. They were all certain signs.

“Fletcher, sweetheart, I think you’ve just gone into heat, too.”