Peter had never been fucked before. He thought he had—alphas had put their cocks inside of him—but he’d never beenfuckeduntil this moment. Carver held on to him like he owned him, hips lifting and thrusting in a ceaseless rhythm.
It didn’t matter that he couldn’t breathe—not when Carver was setting his body on fire.
“Get up on your knees,” Tex demanded, and Peter struggled to obey the command until he realized that Tex wasn’t talking to him.
Carver let out a little growl, but he pushed to his knees, grabbing Peter by the hips and yanking him up with him.
Peter let out a cry of surprise as Carver fucked into him. His chest was off the ground, his body dangling from Carver’s grip on his hips, and with every thrust, Carver pulled him back onto his cock.
Carver grunted, the sound of Peter’s ass hitting his hips sounding like Peter was getting the spanking of his life, his arms and hips working in sync to drive his cock into Peter’s hole.
Though Carver’s grip was bruising, Peter could finally breathe, and it wasn’t until he filled his lungs with air that he realized that he’d been about to black out.
He’d never had a heat hit him this hard before.
“Suck his cock,” Carver growled, shuffling forward until Peter’s head crashed into Tex’s straining erection.
Peter’s nose was assaulted with the scent of alpha musk, Tex’s cock pressing against his cheek and leaking pre-come down the side of his jaw. He turned his head, opening his mouth wide to take Tex in his mouth.
He caught it with his lips, the thick mushroom-shaped head briefly pushing into his mouth, but then he lost it when Carver yanked him back on his cock.
“Good boy,” Tex crooned, grabbing him by the hair and using it like a handle to control the movement of his head. He pushed his cock into Peter’s mouth, holding him in place when Carver tried to pull him back.
Carver growled, shuffling another inch closer, pushing Peter further down on Tex’s cock. Peter gagged, spit and drool running down the length of Tex’s shaft, coating his neatly trimmed bush and big balls.
When Carver thrust into his ass again, pushing him away in preparation for another thrust, the move forced Tex’s cock against the back of his throat and made him choke so hard it almost broke through the haze of his heat.
“Easy, Carver,” Tex said, pulling back so that only the head of his cock was in Peter’s mouth. “Be nice.”
“Don’t want to,” Carver bit back, his grip on Peter’s hips tightening painfully. “He’smine.”
On the wordmine, Carver bottomed out, hot seed spilling into Peter’s guts as Carver’s knot swelled and locked him into place. Peter had never felt so full or so satisfied.
He dangled, hanging off Carver’s knot, breathing hard as he clenched down on the fullness inside of him.
Carver let go of his hips, moving his hands down and grabbing him under the arms and hoisting him up against his chest. For a brief second while Carver was changing his grip, Peter was suspended by nothing but Carver’s big knot in his hole.
He couldn’t believe that Carver’s knot was locked tight enough to support the weight of his body.
Holding him in a bear hug, Carver lowered his mouth to Peter’s neck and licked down the side of his ear. Peter could feel his teeth lengthening, preparing to bite and claim, and his belly clenched with fear and anticipation.
Carver’s teeth sank into his flesh with a possessive growl. Pain exploded in Peter’s neck, bright and vivid, but there was nothing Peter could do. He was impaled and surrounded by muscular alpha, and he had no option other than to endure the pain until his alpha decided he’d had enough.
Releasing him from the bite, Carver kept his neck bent and licked over the wound he’d made, each swipe of his tongue an apology.
Peter’s whole body tingled at the strange sensation, his wound scabbing over and closing up as Carver kept licking.
“Mine,” Carver mumbled, satisfied and proud.
“Ours,” Tex corrected, coming up in front of him and leaning in to kiss Carver. Both alphas were on their knees, Peter pressed between them, crushed between their hard bodies.
Carver seemed to consider Tex’s statement, but then he let out a rumble of agreement. “Ours.”
For a second, Peter felt like an intruder. Tex and Carver were making out over his head, their intense love an emotion plain to see, but then he decided that feeling like an intruder was stupid.
They were the ones who’d brought him there. He was wanted.
He whined, lifting his chin and rubbing his face on Tex’s chest.
