“That’s okay. I’ll let you ride on my back,” Tex promised. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t make his wolf feel like he was allowing himself to be dominated. Peter was so small and helpless; even if he was on top of him, there was no mistaking him for anything but the submissive partner in their trio.
“Really?” Peter asked, and Tex nodded.
“Sure, why not?” he said, Carver shooting him a look like he was wondering where Tex had lost his pride.
“Right now?”
“You think you can handle both of us in wolf form?” Tex asked, already stripping off his shirt.
Peter nodded, gaze lingering on the mound of Tex’s pecs.
“I think so,” he said.
Taking off his sweats, Tex allowed the shift to roll over him, falling forward and landing on four paws. He stood still, watching Peter and waiting for his reaction.
It was weird. In this form he and Peter were the same height, though Tex still felt much, much bigger.
“Holy fuck,” Peter whispered, and Tex couldn’t help the proud feeling in his chest. He looked at Carver, the smugness radiating off him earning a raised lip and a glimpse of teeth.
Crouching down, Tex allowed Peter to climb onto his back. His first instinct was that hedid not like it, but after a second of allowing himself to get used to the strange feeling, it was okay.
Walking forward, Peter shouting out a startled exclamation at the sudden movement, Tex felt thoroughly in control of the situation. Speeding up, making sure to keep his gait even, he made his way into the woods bordering their property.
Carver followed, running next to him with an expression like he couldn’t believe Tex was allowing Peter to use him like a pony.
Tex ignored him. Peter was having fun, and there was none of the drama he’d worried about.
As far as Tex was concerned, Peter’s first meeting with their wolf counterparts could not have gone any better.
He was very pleased.
38
Carver
Carver glanced to his right, Peter sitting next to him in the front passenger seat of his car, holding his new sensory deprivation hood.
“Okay, so you’re going to tie me up, knot my mouth and play with my nipples,” Peter said, stating the things Carver planned on doing to him like a mantra.
“And play with your hole,” Carver made sure to add, his cock tenting the crotch of his suit.
“And on my nipples, you’ll be using the sandpaper gloves and clamps,” Peter said, nodding to himself.
“Are you okay?” Carver asked, reaching over and gripping the back of his neck. Peter wasn’t expecting the contact, flinching at the touch of Carver’s broad palm, but then he relaxed back into Carver’s grip.
“I’m nervous,” Peter said. He looked down at the thick leather hood in his hands. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“No,” Carver said, rubbing the nape of Peter’s neck with a rueful shake of his head. “But I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know,” Peter said, Carver’s chest swelling with satisfaction that Peter was confident Carver could protect him. He looked at Carver with a small smile. “And I was talking about the hood, not the whole plan.”
Carver chuckled. “Oh, well in that case, yes. The only thing you need to focus on tonight is me.”
What Carver didn’t mention was that he was worried about what kind of things Peter might witness without the hood. Carver was nervous enough about himself, and he didn’t want to be worried about Peter as well.
He might be a sadist, but Carver had no interest in seeing unwilling omegas abused.
Peter lifted the hood and pulled it over his head, arranging the front so that it fit over his face. Carver’s cock pressed hard against the slick fabric of his wool suit, his fingers itching to reach over and tightening the hood and making Peter helpless.
