Chapter 19
ADAM
I stood there, still wrapped in the thick, cloying scent of Sky’s heat.
He was frantic, frightened…and desperate.
In the throes of need, and fuck if I didn’t have a hard-on just from being near him.
What was wrong with me? But it was natural.
I was an Alpha. Alphas reacted to Omegas in heat—it didn’t matter who the Omega was.
I grimaced as Sky retreated down the hall, shifting awkwardly in hopes that Fletcher might not see the bulge in my pants.
Fletcher came over to me, his brows knitted in concern but his eyes soft as he studied my face. Could he see through my half-baked mask? Worse, could he smell my arousal?
“Adam?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, kitten. I just…need a moment,” I murmured.
Fletcher touched my face, drawing my gaze back to his. “It’s okay. Honest. I have a suggestion, and it might be a little out of left field, but…what do you think about sharing Sky?”
Everything inside of me jolted, as if Fletcher had just shocked me with 10,000 volts of electricity. I stared at my mate, stunned. I hadn’t expected that. “What?”
“Like we used to.”
I shook my head, ready to shoot him down. “Those times have come and gone—”
But Fletcher held up his hand. “Look. Right now, this isn’t about us.
It’s about Sky. He needs an Alpha to get him through his heat, and if we don’t help him, I’m afraid he really might run off, and I fear what might happen to him if he does.
His past heats have been spent chained down to a table and fucked against his will.
He’s scared. He’s probably feeling ashamed and alone right now, and I don’t want him to feel that way.
We can help him. Guide him. Make sure he’s safe and doesn’t get pregnant. We’ll be careful and gentle with him.”
I blew out a slow breath, considering my mate’s words. As much as I wasn’t sure about this, because it would change everything, Fletcher was right. Sky needed us. He needed an Alpha to sate his heat, to help him through to the other side, and I would be careful.
“I don’t know…” I finally said.
“Let’s at least propose it to him,” Fletcher suggested. “He might not even want it.”
I nodded, because he had a point. Together, we went down the hall to Sky’s bedroom and knocked on the door. As expected a shrilled out, “GO AWAY!” greeted us.
“Sky, we need to speak with you,” Fletcher called out. “It’s important.”
It took a moment, but Sky finally opened the door a crack. Instantly, the smell of sex and heat and cum wafted out to punch me square in the nose. Fuck…
“Can we come in?” I rumbled out.
Sky flushed crimson, but nodded and backed away from the door. He sat down on the bed. Fletcher and I knelt down across from him, putting ourselves on his level to talk to him.
“We want to help you through your heat,” I said.
Sky sort of half-laughed. “How?”
Fletcher and I exchanged a look. “We’ve shared partners in the past,” he said softly. “This isn’t strange for us. We would take you to our bed and make love to you, sate your heat the right way. Safely.”
This seemed to stun him. He stared at us for a long minute. “I… You want to… Um…”
“Only if you want it too,” I told him. “Your heat won’t last as long if there’s an Alpha involved. You can say no or stop at any time. We won’t push you past what you aren’t comfortable with. We just want you to be safe, and you know we’ll take care of you, Sky.”
His cheeks flushed, but he didn’t say anything, focusing all of his attention on the hangnail he was picking at.
When he lifted his gaze, it was to look at me.
Uncertain, maybe a little frightened, but I could see the hunger in his eyes, pooling there.
I could see the beast inside of him winning this battle, and god, he smelled amazing. Ripe and young and fresh.
Sky took a shaky breath in. “This won’t… It won’t change anything?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“No, Sky. We’re all adults here. We’ll take care of you, baby,” I murmured, rising to my full height. “Come here.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow, but he stood on shaky legs and looked to Fletcher, as if asking for permission. Fletcher smiled and nodded him on.
Only then did he come to me.
I ran my fingers through his blond hair, then gently tipped his head back and pressed my lips to his. Sky whimpered, helpless, but leaned up into the kiss, his fingers curling into my shirt. He pressed his body against me and I could feel his heat, his hardness.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue riding the seam of Sky’s lips.
He parted them and I swept inside, tasting the sweetness of his need, groaning softly at the back of my throat.
For several moments, we kissed, and when I came up for air, when Sky pressed his forehead against my chest, panting for breath, I glanced over his head to my mate.
Fletcher’s eyes were glued on us. Wide. Hungry. Excited. Just like in the past, when we’d share partners.
He came up behind us, pressing his chest to Sky’s back and kissing the Omega’s neck. Sky whimpered. It was almost a strangled sound. “Oh, god…”
“We got you, Sky,” Fletcher breathed out, sliding his hands around the other man’s torso while I kissed him again, and Sky practically turned into a puddle.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I rumbled softly, both Omegas nodding their agreement.
So we took Sky to bed, tossed him onto the sheets, and we slowly, carefully unraveled him between us until the fevered Omega cried out his pleasure in yips and whines.
And damn, if it didn’t feel good.