“I’ll let you borrow my handcuffs,” Tex said, reaching down and adjusting his bulge. Working out always made him horny, and with Peter at home waiting for them, his testosterone was through the roof.
He wanted to fuck.
“Stop it,” Carver growled, his tone letting Tex know that he’d pushed too far.
“Okay, sorry. I’ll keep my handcuffs to myself.”
“We went too fast,” Carver growled, making Tex sigh and shake his head. Of course they’d gone fast. Peter was made to be fucked and defiled. Tex had known that Peter was going to be compatible with them—they wouldn’t have been allowed to buy him if he wasn’t—but he hadn’t dared to dream that he would be this perfect.
The boy was hungry to be touched and used, and Tex was all too happy to feed his appetite.
“Going fast is natural,” Tex said, forcing himself to be serious. “Our instincts are screaming at us that we have a viable omega mate ready to be claimed, and they’re pushing us to get to it as quickly as possible. We’re going to keep getting caught up in the moment until he’s really ours. It’s the same for him.”
“We’re not animals,” Carver countered, his brow furrowed. “We can control ourselves.”
“Like you controlled yourself when you shoved your finger up his ass?”
Carver flushed and didn’t say anything.
“It’s going to be worse for you than it is for me,” Tex said, reaching over and putting his hand at the back of Carver’s neck, giving it a little squeeze. “Your ruts are getting worse for a reason. YouneedPeter. Don’t waste time feeling guilty about it. Peter would much rather be with us than in prison, and we’re going to make him so happy and content that he can’t even stand it.”
“You don’t know that.” In spite of his denial, Carver was relaxing, leaning back into Tex’s hand as he drove.
“I do know that,” Tex insisted. “They wouldn’t have let Peter sign up for the program if he wasn’t a suitable candidate, and he wouldn’t have been available to us if we weren’t compatible. The whole system is horrible, I agree, but they do their homework. This is going to go well.”
“How can you be so sure?” Carver glanced at Tex’s face, his expression searching.
“Because when haven’t things worked out for me?” Tex shot Carver a cocky smile and grinned. “I mean, you don’t have to look any further than yourself to see that. Your pack said that it would be a cold day in Hell before they let me anywhere near you, and yet here you are.”
“My pack doesn’t hate you, just my mom,” Carver said, shaking his head and smiling.
“No, it’s pretty much your whole pack. They think that I corrupted you.”
Carver’s eyes suddenly widened and the truck lurched.
“What?” Tex asked, looking around to see if he’d missed anything.
“My mom is going to kill us!” Carver glanced at Tex with a panicked expression. “She campaigned on closing the omega delinquency program. When she finds out that we got Peter out of a prison cell she’s going to murder us!”
“No, she won’t,” Tex said, though he didn’t sound sure to his own ears.Fuck.He hadn’t thought about that.
“She will! She’ll murder us and take Peter back to live with her. Fuck, I knew that this was stupid.”
“We don’t have to tell her where we got Peter,” Tex argued, mind racing. “We can just say that he picked us through the voluntary program.”
“You want us tolie?” Carver sounded scandalized.
“Yes. Because in this instance, telling the truth is only going to get us in trouble. Besides, we have plenty of time before we have to introduce Peter to your pack. Not until Christmas, at least. I’m sure Peter will go along with whatever story we come up with.”
Carver didn’t look convinced, his brow still etched with worry, but he didn’t argue.
“It will be fine,” Tex said, not sure which one of them he was trying to convince.
A few minutes later, Carver was pulling up their driveway, neither one of them talking. Carver turned off the motor and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
“We’re going to make sure Peter has a good life,” Tex said, neither one of them moving out of the car. “We’re going to make him happy, and he’s going to make us happy, and none of us will have to think about how he got here. It’s not going to be an issue.”
“I hope not,” Carver said, leaning back into his seat with a sigh.
