“You know the reason you have a safeword is so that you don’t have to resort to biting,” Carver said, coming up next to him and aiming his own dick at the base of the tree. He took hold of his massive cock and held it up, starting to pee.
Peter hadn’t considered using his safeword.
“That’s for sex,” he said, annoyed. Life with his alphas had been distinctly less fun after the visit to The Bank. Tex and Carver seemed to be engaged in some sort of cold war, and it was annoying.
It didn’t help his mood that his first day at work had been pushed back to Friday due to the person who was supposed to train him being sick.
“No, it’s for when we’re making you uncomfortable.”
“Fine, next time I won’t bite him. Happy?” Peter asked, pushing his caged dick back into his underwear and stomping over to the remnants of the campfire. He sat down and crossed his arms, the cold morning air making him shiver.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you that Tex and I made up?” Carver asked, coming and sitting down behind him, pulling him into the warmth of his arms. Peter allowed it, but only because he was cold.
“Maybe,” he said, hoping that Tex and Carver really had stopped fighting. “Did you?”
“Yes,” Carver said, rubbing his chin down on the top of Peter’s head. “We’re good now.”
Peter’s mood brightened. “That’s good,” he said, allowing himself to lean back against Carver’s chest. “I don’t like it when you’re mad at each other.”
“Me neither,” Carver said. He was quiet for a second, and then he laughed. “I can’t believe you bit him. I hope you realize that you need to apologize.”
“I will,” Peter said.
“You will, what?” Tex asked, coming up and sitting next to him.
Peter rolled his eyes. Tex was a werewolf with super hearing. There was no way he hadn’t heard his and Carver’s whole conversation.
“I’m sorry I bit you,” Peter said, just to get it over with. “I should have used my safeword, but I forgot.”
Tex nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you go. Being bigger and stronger than you doesn’t mean that I’m allowed to force you to stay where I want. I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you,” Peter said.
“Thank you,” Tex said. He touched his armpit where Peter had bitten him, his werewolf healing having seen to it that nothing but unmarred skin remained. “I actually kind of wish that it had stayed,” he said, grinning. “Seems a little unfair that we got to mark you, but not vice versa.”
Peter had to admit that the idea of marking his alphas—of letting the world know that they were his—appealed to him. He touched his scars, a small shudder running down his body at the sensation of raised tissue.
“Have you really made up?” Peter asked, changing the subject. He couldn’t take another day of his alphas fighting.
“We have,” Tex confirmed. “We just needed to have it out. We usually get along so well that we forget that we need to settle things at a baser lever once in a while.”
“What does that mean?” Peter asked.
“It means that he kicked my ass, and now we’re friends again,” Carver said, sounding fond.
That didn’t sound very healthy to Peter, but if Tex and Carver were happy, he’d chalk it up to werewolf nonsense and move on.
“So, who wants breakfast?” Tex asked, standing up. Both he and Carver were still naked, and Peter kind of hoped they would stay that way.
“I do,” he said, pulling out of Carver’s arms. “Just let me put on some clothes first. Not all of us can be werewolf space heaters.”
43
Tex
The Friday after they got home from the full moon camping trip, Tex got up at five-thirty to drive Peter to his new job.
They’d had a calm weekend, and Peter seemed to be relieved that the truce Tex and Carver had promised him was real.
