Carver and Tex shared a look. They hadn’t discussed it, but they both knew what they wanted tonight to be.
“It is,” Tex said, grinning at Peter with his most seductive look. It was a little ridiculous, his gaze smoldering and his eyes going dark, but it seemed to work. Peter’s breath caught and he swallowed loudly. Tex leaned in. “We want to claim you tonight. Properly.”
Peter licked his lips, looking from Tex to Carver with a hungry sort of need that made Carver’s cock throb.
There was a feeling of fullness in his balls, a heaviness that reminded him of what he felt like before a rut.
“You do?” Peter sounded hopeful.
“We do,” Carver confirmed. “I know it’s soon, but it feels like the right time. Do you agree?”
Peter nodded, not an ounce of hesitation in his body. He looked like he was about to start drooling, he was so turned on. “I agree. I want it. I’m ready. I—”
“We know,” Tex purred, all slick confidence and cocky arousal. “We’re going to take such good care of you.”
Peter let out a long breath and then laughed into his plate.
“How am I supposed to eat now?” he whined, looking up at them from under his lashes.
“Anticipation is good for you,” Carver said, picking up his fork and twirling it through his linguini. He felt powerful—like analpha—and it was making him cocky. “It gives your hole time to get properly wet and relaxed for our knots.”
Peter closed his eyes, a shudder running down his body. Carver and Tex grinned at each other.
“I want it now,” Peter said, eyes still closed. “Can’t we eat after?”
“Nope,” Tex said, making Peter whine. “You’re going to sit there and eat your carbs, and then Carver and I are going to take you to the bedroom and knot youat leasttwo times each. You won’t be in any state to do much of anything after we’re done with you.”
Peter licked his lips, staring at his plate like it was a challenge, and then he grabbed his fork and started shoving pasta into his mouth faster than Carver would have thought possible.
He watched, fascinated, as Peter gorged on pasta, breathing between bites and slurping linguine into his mouth like a needy animal.
Taking a bite of his pasta and chewing slowly, Carver and Tex looked at each other and grinned.
Peter might think that eating fast would speed things up, but there were three people at the table, and Carver wanted to draw this out.
He might be hard as a rock, but there was no way he would rush his first time knotting his omega. He and Tex would take it slow, enjoying the experience, and there was absolutely nothing Peter could do about it.
Cock throbbing, Carver could practically feel the way Peter would squeeze down on his knot.
It would be worth the wait.
24
Peter
Peter’s hole had never been so wet or so empty. He stared at his alphas—his beautiful hulking alphas with their hard bodies, chiseled faces, and massive cocks—and wondered why they weren’t fucking him.
Not even in his worst heat had he craved a knot this badly.
“Can you just—”
“Peter, we are enjoying our dinner,” Carver said, cutting him off. The big alpha stared at him, stern and evil, and while five days ago that look would have made him piss his pants in fear, now it just annoyed him.
“But I—”
“Do I need to spank you?”
Carver’s question was asked in a deep, menacing voice, and all of a sudden, the only thing Peter could see was Carver’s fist wrapped around his fork.
