Carver had fingered him for fuck's sake. He’d given an inch, and the two men had taken a mile.
“We’ll be back in a few hours,” Carver grunted, his own gym bag hanging by his side. He was dressed in a roomy sweatshirt and basketball shorts, and yet the clothes still managed to show off just how wide his shoulders were and the fact that his pecs were massive.
“You’re not planning to run away, are you?” Tex asked playfully, leaning against the door and studying Peter intently. “Because if you are, all bets are off when we catch you.”
Before Peter could reply, Carver punched Tex in the arm hard enough that the other werewolf winced.
“Jesus, Carver. I’m just kidding. Relax.”
“Don’t listen to him, Peter. He’s an asshole.”
Peter was starting to get that, and what was worse, he kind of liked it. Cocky and a little menacing was a good look on Tex.
The reminder that he was basically their slave, however, was not appreciated in the least.
“I’ll be here when you get back,” Peter said, not addressing the whole running away thing directly. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it, but everyone knew that you couldn’t escape a werewolf.
There was a reason the military was so intense about recruiting them.
Besides, he’d decided that he was going to give this a chance. Werewolves were known for treating their mates well, and until he found out otherwise, Peter wanted to make the best of things.
It might be naïve of him, but he didn’t know what else he could do.
“We’ll get dinner on the way home. Do you like Chinese food?” Carver’s voice was all business. Peter nodded. “Good. Feel free to use the TV, or if you want the internet, my iPad is in the drawer of the bedside table.”
“And there are some training dildos in the chest in the bedroom if you want to get started on stretching out your hole,” Tex broke in, making Peter blush and Carver punch him in the arm again.
“He’s kidding,” Carver growled, to which Tex shook his head once and mouthedno, I’m notbehind Carver’s back.
“Okay,” Peter said, wishing that they’d just leave already.
“Call us if you need anything,” Carver said, turning around and opening the door.
“Can I have a kiss goodbye?” Tex asked, pushing away from the wall and taking a step into Peter’s personal bubble. Peter’s mouth went dry, the thought of kissing Tex making his heartbeat pitter-patter.
“Sure,” he said, the answer pushing out of his mouth before he could think better of it.
Tex smirked like the devil, leaning down and capturing Peter’s mouth in a kiss.
It was… surprising. Peter had expected Tex to come at him full force and kiss him like he meant it, but when their lips met, it was almost chaste. Tex didn’t even try to lick into his mouth, and there was no aggression in it.
Sweet was the only word Peter could use to describe it, and he was almost disappointed. He’d been expecting to be ravaged.
Tex pulled away with a smirk like he knew exactly how much he’d left Peter wanting.
“You’re not going to ask for one?” Tex asked Carver who was looking at them like he wanted nothing more than to grab Peter and own his mouth.
“Can I?” Carver asked, taking a tentative step closer. Peter nodded, Carver’s eyes going dark as he leaned in and captured Peter’s lips with his.
This was more like it. Carver kissed him like he was hungry for it, tongue tracing his lips and teeth and demanding entry into his mouth like it was his right.
When Carver pulled away, they were both breathless.
“I want one of those when I get back,” Tex said, squeezing Peter’s shoulder before heading out the door.
“See you,” Carver said, sounding almost like he was embarrassed. He gave Peter a searching look before following Tex out the door and kicking it shut behind him.
Finally, Peter was alone.
