“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 myshirt. 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.
20
ADAM
We spentSky’s heat together, sweaty and naked and spent. When it was over, I couldn’t help but admit… I hadn’t felt this good in years. Like the spark had been reignited in me, that “something missing” returning after so very long.
Although it wasn’t his fault, our sex life had dwindled to embers after we’d been given the news that Fletcher was barren. Born without a womb, there was no way for him to conceive, let alone carry a baby, and it crushed him.
He’d gone into a deep depression, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to pressure my mourning Omega into sex. So I’d turned to porn and my left hand when I felt urges that Fletcher wasn’t up to satisfying.
But this week? Damn. Not only had Sky felt amazing between us, but Fletcher had been almost like his old self, back when we used to share partners.
Back beforehim.
I closed my eyes and drew in a sharp breath, quickly warding off the bad feelings that always came along with the memory of him. The man who almost destroyed us.
Buthewas gone, andwewere not. That was all that mattered.
“Adam?” Fletcher’s voice was a gentle balm to my soul, and I reached over and touched his cheek.
“I’m okay,” I murmured. “Just thinking.”
Between us, Sky slept soundly, unconscious. Bite-marks and bruises covered his pale skin, his hair stuck up all over the place, and his lips remained kiss-swollen. He was a mess, but god, he was beautiful.
“I know this is gonna sound crazy, but… What if he’s the answer to our prayers?” Fletcher asked.
My gaze lifted from the slumbering Omega, back to my mate, whose expression had turned earnest. “What do you mean?”
“He needs guidance and help and love. You know as well as I do that he’s been starved for affection for so long, and that he’s thriving in our company. We are already giving him all of those things. Maybe in return, perhaps, one day, he could give us the child we so desperately want.”
I stared at him, keeping my silence. I thought of Sky carrying a child for us, and it just seemed wrong, somehow. “He’s already lost three pups, Fletcher. Could we really ask him to give up?—”
