“Good night,” Carver said, his voice still in that rough whisper. Peter’s cock pulsed, and he had to resist the urge to reach down and take himself in hand.
“Night,” he mumbled back.
Closing his eyes, Peter concentrated on falling asleep.
6
Carver
The next morning Carver and Tex woke up early, and for about half an hour they sat quietly and watched their new omega sleep.
Tall for an omega, Peter had fine features and a sharp chin, his plump lips parted in sleep as he drooled onto his pillow. Carver would have liked nothing more than to scoot down and pet the boy gently, running his hand through the fine strands of his hair, but he knew that if he were to do that the poor kid would probably have a heart attack.
He was terrified of them. The thought settled like a lump in Carver’s stomach, spoiling the moment and making him feel like a creep for just sitting there. Without a word to Tex, whose expression mirrored none of Carver’s guilt or recrimination, he got up and put on his jeans, leaving the room in order to make breakfast.
Tex joined him a few minutes later, the two of them making breakfast and eating in the kitchen. Tex radiated smug pleasure, catching Carver’s eye and smirking, and Carver looked away.
Peter was aroused by them, he reminded himself. Their touch and scent had hardened his cock and made his hole wet with anticipation.
It drove Carver up the wall. He hadn’t been so horny since he was a teenager fresh off of popping his first knot.
When Peter finally emerged from the bedroom, Carver made him a bowl of cereal. Peter took the bowl with a polite thanks and then bolted for the living room. Carver and Tex both watched him go, his furtive looks over his shoulder making Tex grin wolfishly.
“Stop it,” Carver admonished, watching as Peter took a seat on the couch in the living room and turned on the TV. “You’re freaking him out.”
Tex just grinned wider and shifted his gaze to Carver. “Admit it. This was a good idea.”
Carver met his mate’s smug face with a frown.
“He’s scared of us,” Carver grunted, crossing his arms.
“He thinks we’re hot,” Tex countered. He licked his lips. “You see the way he looks at us. By the end of the week, we’ll have him on his knees, begging for our knots and loving every second of it.”
“You don’t know that,” Carver grunted, his cock throbbing at the mental image.
“Don’t be so pessimistic,” Tex said, clapping Carver on the back. “Now let’s go in there and get in his space. He barely smells like us and it’s making my wolf antsy.”
“I’m not going to make him uncomfortable,” Carver protested, glaring at Tex. “And you have to stop it, too. You can’t just grab him like you did last night. He doesn’t like it.”
Tex laughed. “He loves it. It makes him nervous, sure, but there’s no hiding how wet it gets him. Fuck, it’s all I can do not to reach between his legs and make him come in his pants, you know?”
Carver swallowed, shifting his stance as his erection pushed even more uncomfortably against his jeans. The truth was that he did know what Tex was talking about. It was clear as day that Peter got hard when Tex manhandled him, and there was a part of Carver that wanted nothing more than to see that pushed further.
But getting a hard-on wasn’t the same thing as saying yes. Tex was being way too pushy.
“We shouldn’t—”
“We should. Now let’s go in there and get into his space or I’m going to rub your workout jock in his face. Either way, by lunch he’s going to be properly scented by both of us.”
Carver’s cock pulsed at the idea of rubbing his jock in Peter’s face, and from the smirk Tex shot him, he knew exactly the effect the mental image had on him.
“You’re such a dick,” Carver grunted, but he pushed away from the counter and made his way toward the living room.
Peter looked away from the TV when Carver approached, a cautious look on his face. He’d finished his cereal, clutching the empty bowl over his lap like a tiny shield.
“What are you watching?” Carver asked, sitting down on the couch before he could overthink things. He was close enough that his arm and shoulder pressed up against Peter’s side, the heat of the smaller man’s body making his skin tingle. The contact made his cock twitch.
“Just the news. I haven’t really been keeping up with current events, you know?” Peter shut off the TV with the remote.
