Carver was happy, the tension was gone, and as they trotted back to Peter and pushed into the tent to cuddle up on either side of him, he felt at peace.
It didn’t matter that Tex could make him submit. It wasn’t something Tex would do without a very good reason, and Carver couldn’t think of a better reason than Peter’s welfare. In fact, it was a bit of a relief, when Carver considered it, knowing that Tex was there to rein him in if he ever got carried away with their omega.
42
Peter
When Peter woke up, Carver and Tex were back in their human form and clinging to his sleeping bag like he was their own personal teddy bear. Tex’s arm was curled around his head, like he’d wrapped it around the first visible piece of flesh he saw, Peter’s face practically pushed into his armpit.
That explained why he’d been dreaming he was in a locker room.
Carver was on his other side, arm around his chest and thigh draped over his legs, snoring softly into his ear.
Peter would have stayed there, armpit and all, but his bladder was screaming at him, and if he didn’t pee soon, hewouldwet his sleeping bag. The only problem was getting out of the bag with Tex and Carver clinging to him.
“Guys,” Peter said, voice soft and trying to wake his alphas. Carver didn’t react, while Tex let out a grunt, closing his arm and pushing Peter’s face firmly into his armpit.
Peter squirmed, the warm heat of Tex’s armpit both disgusting and strangely hot.
“Tex!” Peter complained, pushing at Tex through his sleeping bag. He tried to pull his arms free, but Carver was holding him too tight.
“Mhm?” Tex mumbled, moving his arm and letting Peter breathe.
“I need to pee,” Peter said, waiting for Tex to let him go.
“Wait until morning,” Tex mumbled, hugging his face tighter and pushing it right back into his armpit.
“It is morning and I have to pee now,” Peter said, voice muffled by Tex’s armpit, thrashing and trying to wriggle away. Both alphas responded by holding him tighter.
Peter wasn’t going to piss himself. He twisted his head, opening his mouth and finding the first bit of flesh he could andbit.
Tex roared, jumping up and baring his teeth, looking down at him with wide eyes. Carver was up in the same second, looking around for the threat. The sight of the two alphas, stark naked, heads bowed so they would fit under the low ceiling of the tent, would have been funny if Peter wasn’t so desperate to go to the bathroom.
“Finally,” Peter mumbled, unzipping his sleeping bag and getting up. He walked to the tent entrance and unzipped the door, about to leave when Tex’s hand on his arm stopped him.
“What the fuck was that?” Tex demanded.
“I told you I had to pee!” Peter told him, annoyed. It was too early in the morning for this shit, and he wasn’t feeling generous after the way Carver and Tex had spoiled what could have been a perfectly nice night in front of the campfire.
“What’s going on?” Carver asked, Tex snarling at him.
“He bit me!” Tex growled, the grip on Peter’s arm tightening painfully.
“I have to pee!” Peter repeated, emphasizing each word and pulling on his arm. “Let me the fuck go!”
“He bit you?” Carver asked, a big grin on his face.
“It’s not funny,” Tex insisted.
“Why did you bite him?” Carver asked, looking at Peter.
“I have to pee and he’s being a dick about it.”
“I am not,” Tex insisted, letting go of Peter’s arm and rubbing the side of his armpit. There was a small bite mark there, little indents of Peter’s teeth, but it wasn’t serious.
He hadn’t even broken the skin.
Ignoring his alphas, Peter stepped out of the tent and went to pee. He found a tree and pulled down his briefs, closing his eyes as he relieved himself. The cage around his cock made peeing tricky, but he had figured out how to hold it so that he could get a reasonably aimed stream.
