“Sure,” Carver said, carrying him toward the exit. It wasn’t until they were standing outside on the street that Peter remembered that Carver was naked.
“You can wrap my jacket around your waist,” Peter suggested, squirming for Carver to put him down. There was no one around as far as Peter could tell, but he couldn’t imagine it was fun to be naked in public.
That was one of Peter’s worst nightmares. He used to have dreams about being out and about and then realizing he’d forgotten to put on pants.
“It’s fine,” Carver said. “Tex will be here in a minute. Besides, you’re doing a perfectly good job of covering all my naughty bits.”
Peter guessed that was true.
Five minutes later, Tex pulled up in his truck. He’d wiped his face clean of blood and put on clothes, looking nothing like the monster version of himself that had torn a piece out of Peter’s uncle.
“An ambulance will be here soon,” Tex said, handing Carver his clothes and taking Peter from his arms. Being passed from one alpha to another made Peter feel small and protected, and even though it was a cliché, he enjoyed the feeling.
“Do you want to wait for the ambulance?” Tex asked, lowering Peter to his feet but still hugging him.
Peter pressed his face into Tex’s shirt, pushing his nose into the gap between the buttons and shaking his head.
“I want to go home.”
Tex stroked his head, big fingers firm and grounding. “Then we’ll go home.”
Tex lifted him into the truck, placing him in the middle seat and climbing behind the wheel. Carver climbed in on his other side, the two alphas pressing in on either side of his body. They were warm, their heat seeping into Peter’s skin, the scent of alpha comforting and familiar.
Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose, Peter leaned back and let his alphas take him home.
55
Carver
Carver and Tex took Peter home, stripping off his clothes and inspecting him for damage with intense focus, growling low in their chests at the bruises on his face and arm. After that, the three of them climbed into the shower where he and Tex spent a good half an hour pressing Peter between them, enjoying the sensation of their soap-slick omega safe and comfortable between their much bigger bodies.
Now they were in bed, lying on the mattress with Peter between them, stroking and petting their omega and reassuring themselves that he was back with them.
Carver was restless.
“You okay?” Tex asked, looking at him over the top of Peter’s head.
“I can’t calm down,” Carver admitted, hand roaming restlessly over Peter’s chest. Peter reached up and put his hand over his, holding his hand still against his chest and looking up with a curious expression. Peter’s hand looked small over his own, and while Carver could have easily dislodged him, he let Peter’s fingers keep his still.
“Food will be here soon,” Tex said, adding his hand on top of Peter’s.
Carver closed his eyes, all of a sudden impatient and biting back a growl of frustration.
“You’re going into rut,” Peter said, making both Carver and Tex startle.
Once Peter pointed it out, Carver recognized the feeling. He clenched his teeth, shame welling up inside of him and making him choke on it.
The last thing Peter needed right now was to endure Carver when he was aggressive and demanding with his rut.
“I’ll go sleep in the guest room,” Carver said, pulling his hand away from Peter’s chest and trying to sit up.
Peter stopped him.
“It’s okay,” Peter said, taking Carver’s hand in his own and squeezing gently. “I want to help.”
“You’ve had a terrible day,” Carver said, voice coming out gruff. “I don’t want to—”
“It would help me take my mind off things,” Peter interrupted. “Please don’t go.”
