Carver fucked him for what felt like an eternity, and Peter was sure that his hips would be one dark bruise come morning. The wet squelch of Carver’s cock pulling out of his ass, alternating with the slap of skin as he pushed back in, filled the room in a staccato rhythm.
When he finally came, Carver lay down on top of him, once again pushing the air out of his lungs and grinding his knot down into his hole before rolling them over onto their sides.
He curled his neck down, licking at his claiming bite as he filled Peter’s belly with even more come.
“Mine,” he growled, pushing down on Peter’s bloated belly and making him groan in discomfort. It felt like he’d had an enema, his belly was so full.
“You okay?” Tex asked, lying down on his other side, leaving him once again the center of a werewolf sandwich. He lifted his hand and pinched Peter’s nipple, twisting it and making him hiss in pleasure.
“Full,” Peter said, overwhelmed. Carver was still pushing into his belly like he was trying to feel where his cock ended, and Tex’s increasingly harsh tugging on his nipple was making his spent and tired cock come back to life.
“You can take more,” Tex said, no mercy. He pinched down on Peter’s nipple, making him cry out and clench down on Carver’s knot.
Carver moaned, breath quickening, his hand shooting up to Peter’s chest and twisting his nipple with enough force to make Peter scream. It felt like he was trying to tear it right off.
“Fuck,” Carver growled, the abuse of Peter’s nipple making him clench down hard on the knot inside of him.
Even though it was horrible, the pain in Peter’s nipple went right to his cock. His erection throbbed, pain turning into pleasure, electricity dancing down his chest like a spark.
Carver released his nipple just long enough for him to relax, and then he twisted it again.
“He likes that,” Tex commented, pushing a thumb into Peter’s mouth, getting it wet, before moving his hand down and rubbing the head of Peter’s cock between his thumb and index finger.
Peter’s gut clenched, his whole body going tight as Tex teased another load out of his cock.
“There we go,” Tex said. This time when he lifted his hand, he put his dirty fingers into his own mouth, sucking down Peter’s release with a grin. “Delicious.”
Peter closed his eyes. Carver’s relentless attack on his nipples was fading into a dull sort of background pain, while the knot throbbing inside his hole felt like a burning fist.
No longer getting a reaction torturing his nipples, Carver let them alone, focusing instead on tugging at his knot, forcing Peter’s rim to clench down to keep it inside.
The reaction was instinct and uncontrollable. There was a knot in his hole, and Peter wouldn’t let it go until he had to.
“Stop it,” he moaned, his abused rim stretching painfully as Carver tugged his knot out a fraction of an inch.
“Squeeze me,” Carver demanded, tugging back another fraction of an inch and forcing Peter to open up impossibly wide.
Peter obeyed the command of his alpha, gritting his teeth and squeezing down to keep Carver from slipping out.
Carver let out a sigh, pushing his knot back in and making Peter moan with relief.
“Good boy,” Carver said, his voice a low growl. He kissed the top of Peter’s head, grabbing him by the hair and moving his face back so that he could lick down his forehead. “Do it again.”
“No, no, no…” Peter whined, Carver once again pulling his knot out, making Peter clench down to keep it inside. This time he pulled it even further out, Peter opening wider than he ever had before, almost slipping out entirely.
“Easy, Carver,” Tex warned, reaching behind Carver’s ass and pushing him back inside. “You tear him and I’ll knock you out.”
“He can take it,” Carver growled, batting Tex’s hand away. “Could take both of us.”
Peter froze. He knew that some alpha couples double-teamed their omegas, but he wasn’t prepared for that. The combined girth of their cocks would be too much, and their knots would tear him open.
“Not tonight,” Tex said, his voice firm.
“He can—” Carver growled, only to be interrupted by Tex.
“But we’re not going to make him.” Tex grabbed Carver by the hair and shook him. “Are we?”
Carver took a deep breath, burying his face in Peter’s hair. “No.”
