Tex batted his hand away. “Asshole,” he said, grinning. “I didn’t want to come yet.”
“Sorry,” Carver said, not sorry at all. He looked down at Peter. “You doing okay down there? Are we stretching your holes like you wanted?”
Peter lifted his hand, giving them a thumbs up.
“Good boy,” Carver said. His knot throbbed in Peter’s mouth, pressing down on his rough tongue, Peter’s throat milking his shaft and making him shudder.
He reached down to Peter’s throat, gently cupping it and feeling the bulge his cock made. He gave it a gentle squeeze, making Peter choke and his cock throb in pleasure.
He squeezed again, milking himself through Peter’s throat until the omega finally slapped his thigh that he’d had enough.
Carver stopped right away, stroking his hair gently.
He was so lucky to have an omega like Peter. Locking eyes with Tex, he saw the sentiment reflected in his husband’s eyes.
Peter was everything they could have hoped for, and more.
Epilogue
Peter stared at the construction crew marching up and down the stairs to the basement, Tex coming up next to him and handing him a beer.
“This seems like a lot for a playroom,” Peter mused, taking a sip of the beer. It was a hot summer day, and the brew was cold and delicious.
“It’s going to be a full-on dungeon,” Tex said, chuckling. “Have you seen the latest plans?”
Peter nodded. Carver had added a literal jail cell in the far corner of the room. Peter wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but Carver was so excited, so he didn’t say anything about it.
“He’s nixed the cell,” Tex said, making Peter look at him.
“He did?” Peter wasn’t ashamed to say he was relieved.
He didn’t want to be in a jail cell ever again—even for pretend.
Tex nodded. “I reminded him that you probably wouldn’t appreciate it. He’s putting in a kennel instead.”
Peter’s gut clenched. Carver had bought a terrifying puppy suit—the kind that forced you to walk on your knees and elbows—along with a shock collar and a sensory deprivation hood with a puppy muzzle and puppy ears.
If he was adding a kennel to the dungeon, it meant he was serious about wanting to explore puppy play.
Peter couldn’t wait.
He hoped his chastity cage would come off when they made him a puppy. He’d decided not to use his safeword on the chastity cage, thinking they had to let him out sometime, but so far, both alphas seemed content to ignore his dick completely.
It was as frustrating as it was hot.
“Come on, let’s leave the guys to work in peace,” Tex said, leading Peter out through the living room and onto the back porch. They sat down on the swing, thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder, and looked out at the edge of the forest bordering their backyard.
“Do you want to spend the full moon with us this weekend?” Tex asked, lifting his arm and draping it over the back of Peter’s shoulders. “The weather is supposed to be good.”
The last full moon it had rained heavily all night, and Peter had stayed behind. It was clear to him that both Tex and Carver had missed him, which he could admit made him feel nice.
“Sure,” he said, snuggling into Tex’s side. “That should be fun.”
“Good,” Tex said, kissing the top of his head.
Carver chose that moment to barge through the door. He was sweaty and dusty, wearing a toolbelt, snug jeans and a tight white t-shirt that was matted down with sweat.
He looked like a construction-worker fantasy.
