“No, not until he’s ready.”
“I don’t think—” Peter started to say, only for Tex to cut him off like he had Carver.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tex said, stroking his cheek and pushing two fingers into his mouth, laying them on Peter’s tongue and shutting him up. “That’s a long way away, and something we’ll talk about when no one is in heat or having a rut.”
Peter was reassured, relaxing and closing his lips around Tex’s fingers. He sucked, closing his eyes and letting his mind drift.
When Carver finally pulled out, Peter rolled onto his stomach, eyes still closed, his body like a dead weight.
Blissed out and satisfied like he’d never been before, he was ready to sleep in the arms of his alphas.
He was not prepared for Tex to climb on top of him and fuck into him with a single thrust. Peter’s ass offered no resistance, swallowing Tex’s cock, the alpha lowering his body down and draping himself over Peter’s back like a blanket.
“I said at least two times each,” Tex reminded him, wrapping his arms around Peter’s neck and holding him in something between a hug and a chokehold. “You’re not even close to done.”
The dark promise sent a shudder down Peter’s spine, and for a moment, he thought about objecting and using his safeword. Then Tex rolled his hips, lifting up and dragging his cock over Peter’s prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body.
Smiling into the mattress, Peter bit back a moan. He supposed he could go one more round.
25
Tex
Tex rolled off Peter, wrung out and exhausted, the small omega’s body limp and his breathing steady.
He’d passed out halfway through Tex knotting him for the second time, hole clenching down around Tex’s knot like it was struggling to keep it in.
Tex wondered if Carver’s crazy idea of double fucking him might actually have worked. Peter was loose, and even with Tex’s knot fully inflated, come had still seeped out of Peter’s hole and drenched the mattress.
“He’s sleeping,” Carver said, reverent and looking at Peter like he was the most precious thing in the world. Peter lay between them, his head nestled between their chests, leaving Tex and Carver free to look into each other’s eyes over his head.
“We wore him out,” Tex agreed.
“Is he okay?”
Carver still sounded a little out of it.
Tex hadn’t realized Carver was going into rut while they were having dinner earlier—not until he pulled Peter over his lap and spanked him. He’d been shocked, everything up until then just foreplay he didn’t expect to lead anywhere but to the bedroom.
When Carver had actually put Peter over his lap and spanked him hard enough to bruise, Tex hadn’t really known what to do. He was usually the impulsive one, not Carver.
“He’s fine,” Tex assured his worried mate. Carver was coming down from his rut, reassessing everything he’d done without the terrible need to claim and dominate riding him. “How about you?”
Tex had never seen Carver’s rut hit so fast, and he’d never seen it end so quickly. Without an omega, Carver’s ruts could last days, leaving him a sweaty, trembling mess, and yet a few hours with Peter had taken care of it like it was nothing.
This was the reason Tex had betrayed their morals and gotten Peter. Carver had gone into rut, and he was fine.
It was a relief so profound that Tex nearly burst into tears.
“I’m fine,” Carver said. “I shouldn’t have bitten him like that, though. Do you think he’ll be angry?”
Tex shook his head, leaning across Peter’s body and pulling Carver in for a kiss. “No, I think he’ll be sore and happy. Your rut triggered his heat, so he was just as into everything as we were.”
Carver breathed out a sigh of relief. “That’s good.” He laughed, incredulous and a little hysterical. “I went into rut.”
“I know,” Tex said.
“And now it’s done.” He kissed Tex again, licking over his lips with a lazy stroke of his tongue. “I haven’t had a rut this short since I was thirteen.”
