By the time the pizza boxes were empty, Carver was moving his hips, sliding his wet cock up and down against Peter’s back, holding the omega still so that he could get a good squeeze. Each slide of his cock against Peter’s back sent a shudder through the small omega, Carver gripping him tighter and letting a satisfied growl rumble in his chest.
Tex watched them with dark eyes, stroking his hard cock with long, thorough strokes, his whole body coiled with anticipation.
“Can you fuck me now?” Peter asked, licking his lips and looking behind him and up at Carver with pleading eyes.
Carver loved how Peter could go from bashfully innocent to perfectly debauched in less than a second.
He really fit them perfectly.
Pushing the empty pizza boxes and beer cans to the floor, Tex grinned. “I think that’s an excellent idea. Don’t you, Carver?”
There was a challenge there that Carver was all too happy to accept.
“Yes,” Carver growled, pushing Peter forward onto the mattress, landing him on all fours between him and Tex. He smacked his ass, making him whimper and Tex laugh. “Let’s give Peter what he wants.”
Peter whimpered, arching his back and pushing his ass up. His caged cock hung small and trapped between his thighs, making Carver enjoy his own erection ten times more.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Carver said, pulling Peter’s ass open and aiming his cock at the pink hole. “We’re going to make youfly.”
56
Peter
Peter’s head lay pillowed on Tex’s pecs, his mouth open and stars dancing in front of his eyes as Carver fucked him. Tex hugged him tight, arms like metal bands over his back, keeping him in place as Carver worked his overstuffed hole.
Both alphas were inside of him, stretching his rim wide, but Tex was holding still and letting Carver’s frantic rutting provide the friction he needed.
“Mine!”Carver growled. He was in the full heat of his rut, barely in control of himself, his cock like an iron rod. He held Peter’s hips in a bruising claw-tipped grip, and his voice when he growled sounded like he had swallowed gravel.
Peter was so turned on he couldn’t breathe.
“Yours,” he mumbled, exhausted and delirious with pleasure. His poor cock wept, a steady stream of come and prostate fluid leaking out of the caged length, the brutal stretch of his hole like a million orgasms all at once. “All yours, alpha. Only yours.”
Carver fucked him harder, and Tex chuckled, a dark little sound that made Peter look up. “You sure you want him even more worked up?” Tex asked, voice gruff.
Peter nodded. He wanted Carver to give in andwreckhim.
“All right,” Tex said, hugging him tighter. He looked up at Carver. “Come on, Carver. Is that the best you can do?”
Carver’s hips stuttered, his claws puncturing the skin on Peter’s hips, a snarl of rage coming from deep within his chest.
If Peter thought he’d been brutal before, it was nothing compared to the way Carver started jackhammering into his ass.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Peter chanted, mouth open against Tex’s chest, teeth scraping over his nipple and making the arms over his back tighten.
“Little fucker,” Tex growled, reaching up and pressing his head down on his nipple. “Do it again.”
Peter obliged, teeth finding Tex’s nipple and biting down. Tex’s fingers curled tighter in his hair, pushing him down and grinding him into his muscular chest.
“I’m going to come,” Tex warned, his voice guttural, Carver speeding up even more. Peter felt like he was just along for the ride—a thing to be used and fucked—and it was the greatest feeling in the world.
“Fill him up,” Carver ordered, leaning down and draping himself over Peter’s back and wrapping his arms around Tex’s neck.
Peter was crushed between them, Carver’s heavy chest pushing him down into Tex’s body, a sweaty prison of muscular limbs, beefy torsos and thick cocks.
Tex and Carver came almost at the same time, pushing balls deep, grunting and snarling as their knots expanded and forced Peter’s insides to make room for them.
Hot come shot into his belly, filling him up until he thought he was going to die from the pressure, like they were owning him from the inside out.
