Page 56 of Wicked

As much as I hate this idea, I think it might work.

My knot is softening because of all the memories running through my head. I force myself to stay focused on Candlewick. We aren’t in the pits right now, even if we want his inner omega to feel like we are, and I am going to be here for him.

“Everyone needs to maintain eye contact with Candlewick for the full effect,” Milo says. “So if you’re not down with that, now is the time to say so.”

Candlewick laughs. “Oooo, kinky. It’s a good thing I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, right?”

Nobody moves. Which means I need to have sex in front of at least twelve people while they stare at us the whole time. Great.

As if on cue, Timber walks in the room. He stalks toward me, his huge body tense with worry. “I came as soon as I heard. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”

Wrench mouths “Is that Daddy Timber?” to Lead Pipe, and Lead Pipe nods with wide eyes.

Timber glances down at the audience we have around our bed, and I watch him mentally switch from worried to problem-solving mode.

“Okay, you need to not look at them, Manny. Pretend they’re not there. Hell, I’m not here either. It’s just you and Candlewick. I find it’s helpful to think of my film crew as statues.”

I guess if I have to figure out how to have sex with other people staring at me, I’m glad Timber is here to help.

Steppe and Ken return with the doctor, who starts an IV in Candlewick’s arm. She explains the risks to Candlewick while Timber gives me tips about focusing during sex.

“The important thing to circle back to in your mind is how you want your partner to feel. If that’s the most important thing to you, then it doesn’t matter if anyone is watching. Pick a spot on his back or shoulder, and don’t look away from that spot until you’ve found your rhythm. Also, have fun.”

I think I’m getting the same talk he gives the new actors at his studio. That’s a conversation I never thought I’d have.

I wait for the guilt or regret to surface, but it doesn’t come. Nothing about fighting for Candlewick is wrong, including this.

I smell the drugs before I see them entering into Candlewick’s IV. An omega’s heat smells different on this medicine. For a moment, it takes me back to the pits, and I have to claw my way out of those memories and remember why I’m here. I focus on Candlewick and the memories we’ve already made together. I remind myself that I can satisfy him and that he wants me.

Like Timber said, nothing else matters.

As the medication heightens his heat, I start by pleasing him with my fingers. I bring him to the point of orgasm again and again, never letting him rest long enough to get antsy. My experience is useful in this situation. I know how this medication affects omegas, and I can give Candlewick what he needs.

His body is almost slimy with sweat now, his fingernails clawing at the bed in desperation. His hair is soaked, his hole so sloppy with slick, he’s a gooey mess.

“That’s as much as I can give him,” the doctor says. “He needs to be knotted now.”

I line up my cock and slam into him. He wails, completely unaware of his surroundings. I don’t know if the presence of the other omegas even matters. Milo grabs Candlewick by the hair and forces him to look him in the eye.

“I’m here,” Milo says.

Candlewick cries out again, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I’m here! Look at me!”

Candlewick does as he’s told. He’s too far gone. What have we done?

“Stop! He doesn’t know what’s going on!”

“Knot him, Manny,” Timber says softly. “You need to knot him. Hurry.”

“You can do this,” Anne tells me.

I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of Candlewick squeezing around me. This is what he wanted. He’s fighting for me too. We’re doing this together.

If this works, I get to keep him forever.

In the end, it’s that thought that allows me to forget about everyone else. This is about him and me. It’s about our life together. I think about coming home to him every night, about having children together, fostering together, laughing together.

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