Peter let out a whine of agreement, trying to arch his back and push his ass up to meet Tex’s thrust.
Carver’s hands on his ass and lower back prevented him from moving so much as an inch.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Tex grunted, his knot throbbing and engorged, stretching Peter’s rim with each thrust. “Let’s roll over.”
“What—” Peter mumbled, crying out when Tex and Carver rolled over, changing places so that Carver was on top. Their cocks almost slipped out of Peter’s hole, but they quickly rammed the hard lengths back inside.
Peter squealed, Carver grabbing his hips and fucking him much rougher than Tex had done.
The stimulation of Carver’s cock against his, Peter’s ass squeezing them tight and pressing them closer than they’d ever been before, sent Tex right over the edge. He gripped Peter’s neck hard, pushing his face into the cleft between his pecs as he shot his load and his knot started to expand.
“Fuck!” Carver growled, slamming in balls deep, following Tex into orgasm. He lay down on top of Peter’s back, grabbing Tex by the back of the neck and crushing their mouths together.
Peter whimpered, trapped between them with two knots stretching the inside of his hole wider than it had ever stretched before.
Tex was in heaven. He was outside, the scent of grass and sex filling his nose and making his wolf happy, sharing his omega’s hole with his husband.
Life couldn’t get better than this.
“I’m so full,” Peter moaned, amazed, and Tex let out a bark of a laugh.
“You’ve got two knots and three loads in your hole, baby. It’s no wonder you’re full.”
Carver lifted up onto his knees, knot tugging on Peter’s rim and making him whimper. He kneaded Peter’s shoulders with his big fingers, gloves stark against his pale flesh.
“Can you imagine how full you’d feel if we’d used those alien lube-eggs we bought at Leather House before we fucked you?” Carver asked, making Tex’s knot throb. “I bet we could make your belly bulge like you were pregnant.”
Peter was quiet for a second, clenching down on their knots, and then he shook his head with a snort. “You know what, I’m not even going to respond to that right now.”
“Don’t worry,” Carver said, squeezing the back of Peter’s neck. “We’d tie you up and gag you first.”
Tex leaned back into the grass and looked up at the stars, leaving Carver and Peter to discuss how best to make him hurt and suffer. That wasn’t for him. He didn’t need weird eggs or chains or anything but the men he loved to feel good.
“Why do you always want to stretch my hole?” Peter asked. There was nothing but excitement and pleased satisfaction in his voice, like he was giving them a compliment.
“Because we love watching you suffer. You look so good all tied up and screaming, doesn’t he, Tex?”
“Speak for yourself,” Tex said, looking down at Peter’s face resting on his chest. “I wouldn’t tie you up.”
Peter smiled. “I know. That’s what I have Carver for.”
Tex grinned, ruffling Peter’s hair.
“We lucked out with you, didn’t we?”
Peter nodded, closing his eyes and rubbing his face gently on Tex’s hairy pec. “You sure did.”
50
Peter
The next day, Peter had to get up early for work. He woke up with both Carver and Tex’s arms draped over his chest, but he managed to get free without waking them by shimmying down under the covers and exiting the mattress at the foot of the bed. He pulled on his underwear and pants, grabbing his shirt and starting to put it on.
“Work?” Tex asked, startling him and making him jump. He swung around, arms getting tangled in his shirt, both Tex and Carver raising their upper bodies and leaning on their elbows, staring at him.
“Yes,” he answered, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. Even with their expressions clouded with sleep, Tex and Carver looked at him with an intensity that was both thrilling and a little scary. He put on his shirt, the two alphas tracking his every move like they were planning when to pounce.
It made his heart pound and his hole get wet.
