“Tomorrow,” Carver said. They’d promised Peter to talk to him before attempting double penetration, and that was a conversation that needed to happen when everyone had their clothes on.
“What’s tomorrow?” Peter asked, reaching up and grabbing Tex’s foot, pushing it away from his face.
“It’s the day after today,” Tex said, scooting down and slapping his cock down on Peter’s face. “Now, open up.”
Peter obeyed, sucking Tex’s cock into his mouth and taking him deep into his throat. Tex grunted, reaching down and leaning his hand on Peter’s chest when the omega reached up and started playing with his balls.
The sight of Peter’s hands cupping and squeezing Tex’s massive balls had Carver’s own balls pulled tight with pleasure, another load of come shooting from his cock and into Peter’s belly.
“That’s it,” Carver growled, leaning forward and tugging on Peter’s nipple. “Take him down your throat.”
Carver’s ban on knotting Peter’s mouth was still in full effect, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the sight of Tex’s knot stretching his jaw to the limit.
Peter gagged, bending his neck back to make a straight passage for Tex’s cock. Tex pushed in, riding Peter’s face, his balls resting on Peter’s forehead as he ground his hips into Peter’s face.
By the time Tex came, shooting his load into Peter’s stomach and locking his knot in place behind his teeth, Carver’s own knot had gone down enough that he could crawl up and straddle Peter’s chest and capture Tex’s mouth in a kiss.
Tex growled, licking over Carver’s teeth as Peter’s mouth milked his knot. He was aggressive, and Carver tried to remember if he was more aggressive than he would have been before making Carver submit.
He didn’t think so.
Carver had briefly wondered if the fact that Tex’s wolf was more dominant than his would have an effect on their relationship, but so far that hadn’t been the case.
It was probably silly of him. He’d always known that Tex could take him in a real fight—having it confirmed hadn’t changed anything.
Smiling into Tex’s mouth, Carver reached up and tweaked his husband’s nipples. It was just a gentle tug, and Tex moaned at the stimulation.
“What’s with you?” Tex asked when they pulled apart, looking happy.
“Just feeling lucky,” Carver said, leaning in for another kiss.
“Yeah?” Tex asked, tweaking his nipple in return. “I know what you mean.”
Carver grinned.
* * *
The next morning,Carver got an unexpected request from Congressman Grossman to come by his office. His first instinct was to panic—thinking that Grossman had caught on to his plan to get blackmail material on him—but then he reminded himself that that was stupid.
He hadn’t done anything for Grossman to find out about yet.
Packing up his briefcase, Carver walked the six blocks between his office and the congressman’s.
“Congressman Grossman,” Carver said, after being shown into his office. The congressman was a handsome alpha in his early fifties, with a conservative haircut and a body that demonstrated his continued commitment to the gym.
“Carver, there you are,” Grossman said, standing up and coming around his desk to greet Carver with a handshake. “Just the man I wanted to see. How are you doing?”
“I’m very well; thank you. And yourself?” Carver asked.
“I’m good, I—” Grossman’s phone beeped with an incoming message. “Sorry, I’ve just got to check this.”
“Go right ahead,” Carver said, waiting as Grossman picked up his phone. He tried using his fingerprint to unlock it several times, growling in frustration when it didn’t work, moving his thumb up and repeatedly tapping on the zero until the phone unlocked.
Carver almost couldn’t believe it. What kind of idiot hadzero-zero-zero-zeroas the pin to their phone? Especially someone like Grossman. He was acongressman. Who knew what kind of sensitive information he had on his phone?
“Hold on, give me a second,” Grossman said, putting his phone down on his desk and heading to the door. “I’ll be right back.”
He rushed out of the room, almost running, leaving Carver behind with his mouth open in sheer incredulity.
