I’m transfixed, watching Autry’s plush curves sway and bounce as she eases Charlie’s pain. She’s gorgeous and so calm, letting her instincts guide her.
And I—I’m standing here, second-guessing everything. Afraid that one wrong move from me could make everything worse. I want to help, but I don’t knowhow.
What if I touch either one of them wrong?
Or say the wrong thing and send both omegas in a spiral of fear and distress?
I glance toward the hallway. Rhett’s still dealing with Oli. I want to wait for him—to let him take control like always. But he’s not here. And Charlie needs reliefnow.
“Rick…”
My name comes out of Charlie in a broken whisper.
I turn toward him, and his eyes lock onto mine—wide, glassy, full of fear. He reaches for me with one shaking hand, his fingers barely steady enough to hold themselves up.
“I need—” Charlie’s breath catches again, shallow and sharp “—You. Please,” he whines high in his throat, and my heart stumbles in my chest.
He's not asking for Rhett or Oli. Not Autry. Butme.
“Myrick!” Autry yells, and I flinch at the sound of her voice. “Help me.” She bounces harder, faster, grinding down on Charlie in a way that has my cock leaking inside my briefs. But her movements aren’t settling Charlie anymore. He lets out a painful grunt, and more tears leak from his eyes.
“Get naked!” Autry screams at me, but all I can do is blink at her, frozen.
“What?”
“Charlie needs more than just me,” Autry says, her voice low and tense. She doesn’t look at me as she leans forward, bracing her hands gently on Charlie’s chest to steady herself. “He’s scared, Myrick. And I… I’ve never done this with a male without a vibrator or a knotting simulator.”
“Okay.” I nod, even though my chest is tightening with nerves.
My fingers fumble at the hem of my pajama shirt. I tug it over my head, my hands shaking as I let it fall to the floor. The air is cold against my skin, and I hesitate again when I reach for the waistband of my pants. But Charlie whimpers softly, curling in on himself, and that’s all it takes.
I strip down completely naked, then I take a slow breath, trying to quiet the storm in my own head. This isn’t about me. It’s not about being confident or knowing what to do.
It’s about tending to my omegas.Bothof them.
Fuck! How did this happen?
“I’m here,” I whisper, placing one knee on the bed. I crawl up beside Charlie’s head, careful and slow. His eyes flutter open again, and he looks at me like he’s not sure if I’m real. “It’s okay,” I tell him, pressing my palm to his chest. “Just breathe.”
Not sure what to do, I decide to do what I like.
Gently, I reach down between him and Autry and wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock. His skin is hot. Wet with precum and his and Autry’s slick. He shakes against me for a few seconds, his whole frame drawntight like a bowstring. But then, bit by bit, I feel him start to ease as I begin to squeeze the bottom of his shaft.
I don’t know if this is what he needs, but it seems to help.
“Keep going.” Autry smiles sweetly at me, her eyes half-hooded with lust as she rocks against my hand. She grinds down, rubbing her clit against the back of my hand. She looks as wound up as Charlie, her face flushed and her toes curling.
Charlie’s breathing evens out, and he begins to moan.
For a moment, I think he’s finally getting what he needs—his body softening, his face no longer pinched in pain. But then his hand twitches against my leg, and suddenly he’s reaching.
Fingers—shaky but insistent—curl around my waist, tugging me closer. There’s a quiet desperation in his movements that steals the air from my lungs. It’s not panic. It’sneed.Urgent and real.
My heart stutters as I shift toward him, letting him pull me closer. Then his mouth opens, and before I can stop him, Charlie sucks my cock right into his mouth.
The flustered omega hums with pleasure as he sucks me to the back of his throat. His tongue laps at my shaft, pulling at my hips with a neediness I’ve never felt before.
And fear grips me.
