And his ruts weren’t that bad. They were only twice a year, and no matter Tex’s dire predictions, it would be years before they got bad enough that Carver was truly in danger.
“When does he get here?”
“At eight p.m.”
Carver looked at the clock. That was only an hour away.
“And where is he going to sleep?”
Tex lifted his eyebrow. “With us.”
“We’re not fucking him until he says it’s okay.” Carver forced himself to match Tex’s reasonable and calm tone. “And we’re telling him that he gets to choose if he ever wants to get intimate with us.”
“Not happening,” Tex said, shaking his head. “He’s here to get fucked, and if we want him ready for your next rut, we have to start training him now.”
Fuck, Tex could be so fucking infuriating.
“I’m not negotiating with you,” Carver said, pushing down the instinct to growl and bare his teeth. The key to arguing with Tex was to stay calm. “We may have forced him to be here, but that’s it.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It is, or I’m leaving.”
Tex blinked, not looking convinced.
“Leaving? Really?” He sounded skeptical.
“Over this, yes.”
Tex narrowed his eyes, biting his lip and glaring dubiously.
“You’re bluffing.”
Carver was, but Tex couldn’t know for sure.
“Try me.”
They both knew that Tex would be a wreck on his own. The man had abandonment issues through the roof. There was a brief moment of unbearable tension, and then Tex stepped back with a grin.
“So, we seduce him.” Tex patted Carver on the shoulder, turning around and walking toward the fridge like the argument was settled. The change in tone and attitude gave Carver emotional whiplash.
“What?”
“The omega,” Tex said, taking a bottle of water out of the fridge and taking a long sip. He put the bottle down on the counter and gave Carver his full attention. “We seduce him, make him want us as much as we need him. They matched him to us, so he should be a natural fit. Making him want us shouldn’t be too much of a challenge.”
Carver thought it over, and just off the top of his head he could think of at least ten ways the plan sucked.
But Tex knew him too well. Carver would never have agreed to get an omega out of the delinquent program, but now that Tex had already arranged it?
At the end of the day they both knew that Carver would go along with it.
“We make it clear that he doesn’t have to do anything with either of us, and if he wants us to leave him alone, we respect it.”
“I can work with that.”
Carver hesitated. He knew that he was agreeing to something awful, and the worst part of it was that he was excited. He was half hard in his jeans at just the thought of an omega that wastheirs.
“And if he tells you to back off, you have to respect it.”
