But he couldn’t be in heat now. There would have been a warning—build-up. Heats didn’t just hit you like a stroke of lightning.
Except… Peter had been having sex every day for the past week, and with two virile alphas to boot.
Would he have noticed if he was going through a pre-heat?
Obviously not.
Carver pumped his fingers in and out of Peter’s hole, spreading them and stretching his rim with brutal efficiency. Before Carver had always been careful, but now he was working Peter’s hole like it was made of taffy.
It was aggressive and mean and Peter loved every second of it. He was sensitive and sore, but somehow that just made him want more.
“He’s opening up so good,” Carver growled, adding a fourth finger to Peter’s hole, pushing his thumb down over his taint and massaging his prostate from both ends.
Peter came again, his body convulsing as he clung to Carver’s leg and let the orgasm wash over him like he was being dipped headfirst into liquid bliss.
“And you’re going into rut,” Tex said. Peter blinked, looking up through the fog of his heat.
Tex sounded worried.
“All right, you two, we’re moving this to the bedroom,” Tex said, standing up and taking charge. When Carver didn’t move, just kept on pumping his fingers in and out of Peter’s hole, Tex punched his arm. “Carver, I need you to carry Peter into the bedroom. We can’t knot him in here.”
“Sure we can,” Carver growled, pushing four fingers in past the knuckle and making Peter whimper.
He’d never been stretched this wide this fast before, and still, he felt like he could take more.
“No. You need him to be comfortable when he takes your knot. You want to be a good alpha, right?”
“Right,” Carver mumbled, standing up and throwing Peter over his shoulder like a rag doll, all while keeping four fingers firmly buried in his ass. “Bedroom.”
Carver marched him from the dining room to the bedroom, throwing him down on the bed and tugging his pants the rest of the way off. Peter helped, grabbing his polo shirt and pushing it up over his head, Carver taking it and ripping it off his arms and throwing it to the side.
Naked, Peter lay on the bed and trembled as he waited to be mounted.
“Can I go first?” Carver asked, leaning down and kneading Peter’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hole to the cold bedroom air. “Please?”
“If he’s ready,” Tex said, climbing up on the bed and settling down on his ass, legs spread, with Peter’s head resting between his thighs. He stroked Peter’s sweaty hair. “Are you ready to take Carver’s knot, baby?”
Peter nodded, pressing his face into Tex’s inner thigh and burying his face in the mattress. Tex was naked, and Peter wondered when he’d taken off his clothes.
“I need you to say it,” Tex said, stroking his hair.
Why couldn’t Tex see that he needed it?
“Need it!” Peter growled, arching his back and pushing his ass into the air.
“All right, Carver,” Tex said, the hand in Peter’s hair turning into a fist. The tug made sparks of pleasure shoot down Peter’s scalp. “Make him ours.”
Peter’s stomach swooped like he was about to jump off a five-meter diving platform, his abs clenching and his hole instinctively relaxing to take a knot.
Carver didn’t disappoint. The alpha climbed up on the bed, making the mattress dip between Peter’s legs as he settled down with his knees between Peter’s thighs, pushing them apart and aiming his massive cock at Peter’s hungry hole.
There was no warning. Carver used the weight of his body to push his cock deep into Peter’s hole, lying down on top of him and burying himself to the hilt. He was heavy, all muscle and bulk, pushing the air out of Peter’s lungs.
Angels wept.
“Let him breathe,” Tex said from somewhere above. Peter turned his head from the mattress to see, but with Tex’s thighs bracketing his face and Carver’s chest above, all he could see wasalpha.
“Shut up,” Carver growled, beginning to thrust. He pushed his arms down around Peter’s shoulders, sliding under his chest, and hugged him tight as he increased the rhythm of his thrusts.
