“All right, let’s head out. I’ll take the lead,” Tex said, leaning forward and starting his bike. Tex’s bike was different from Carver’s, and he had to lean much further forward to grab the handlebars. The extra lean forced Peter’s torso to stretch, pressing him even flatter against Tex’s back with barely enough room to breathe.
If he hadn’t made Tex loosen the straps earlier, he would have been crushed.
Tex pulled out of the parking lot with a roar from his engine, and Peter looked to his right to see Carver riding up next to him. He had the visor to his helmet up, and when he saw Peter looking at him, he winked before pulling it closed.
Smiling, marveling at just how weird his life was, Peter returned the grin as Carver pulled ahead of him and Tex.
His grin turned into a scream when Tex changed gears and accelerated rapidly, racing forward to overtake Carver.
Carver just went faster, and as the two alphas raced each other at dizzying speeds, Peter closed his eyes and hoped that the crazy alphas knew what they were doing.
29
Carver
When Carver strolled into work on Monday morning, head held high and his knot sore from how many times he’d stuffed it into Peter’s mouth and ass, not even the sight of Donald Ingram waving at him from across the office was enough to dampen his mood.
“Carver, my office, if you have a minute?” Ingram beckoned him over with an imperious wave of his hand.
Carver shot him a tight grin, handing Thomas his briefcase and following the senior partner into his office.
“Donald, I hope you had a nice weekend?” Carver asked, watching as Ingram walked around his desk and rummaged around the top drawer.
“I did, thank you for asking,” Ingram said, taking out an envelope and putting it on his desk. “And you? Was it your new omega who put that spring in your step?”
Carver couldn’t help the satisfied grin that the mention of Peter brought to his face. “It was. We had a very… fun weekend.”
“Well, prepare for another fun weekend ahead. I’ve got you that invitation to The Bank you asked for. We’ll be expecting you and your omega at eight p.m. Have you thought of something to do for your initiation scene?”
Carver was a little startled by how quickly Ingram had come through for him. He hadn’t told Peter about his mother’s task, and this left the omega very little time to prepare mentally.
Maybe that was for the best, Carver considered. This way, Peter wouldn’t have to spend weeks dreading their visit. They could get it over with like ripping off a band-aid.
“I’ve thought about it, sure,” Carver said, letting his grin turn wolfish. “I thought I’d tie him up, knot his mouth, and then play with his hole and nipples while I wait for my knot to go down.”
Those were all things he’d already done with Peter, and which Peter had enjoyed—or at least tolerated.
Ingram smirked, nodding. “Excellent. Not too extreme, but a solid plan. Does he have any experience with oral knotting, or will we get to see you break him in?” There was an eagerness in Ingram’s voice to see Peter in pain that Carver didn’t like. He was the only one who was supposed to enjoy Peter’s suffering.
“No, he’s experienced,” Carver said, neglecting to mention that he’d only introduced Peter to oral knotting in the past two days. “That wasn’t something I was going to wait to experience.”
“That’s too bad. It’s always fun to see how an omega will react to something new.”
Carver shook his head, letting his inner alpha sneak into his voice. “With all due respect, Donald, I’m not looking to join The Bank so that I can entertain other alphas. I’m willing to do a public scene if that’s what it takes to get in, but I’m not a performing monkey.”
Ingram, rather than looking put off by Carver’s admonishment, nodded approvingly. “Of course not. I apologize. The scene is just to show that you belong, and knotting his mouth should be more than enough.” Ingram laughed. “You wouldn’t believe the attitudes of some alphas on oral knotting. It’s like they don’t realize that omegas were literally designed to pleasure alphas.”
“It feels good,” Carver agreed. Peter seemed to be of mixed mind. He enjoyed the submission aspect of it, but the night before, he’d blatantly told Carver no when he’d wanted to knot his mouth before bed.
Once a day was more than enough, apparently.
“Does your husband share your views?” Ingram asked, prodding. He’d met Tex a few times at company functions, and the two of them had circled each other like a pair of territorial back alley cats.
“He does, though oral knotting is more my thing.”
“As long as he doesn’t get in the way of you having your fun, I suppose it doesn’t matter,” Ingram said, making Carver’s hackles rise.
Nobody talked about Tex like that.
