Peter blinked back at them, his bulging cheeks and flaring nostrils making him look adorable.
“You bring dinner home with you?” Tex asked, stroking Carver’s thigh with the tips of his fingers.
“No, was I supposed to?” Carver asked, wincing when Peter shifted position and accidentally tugged on his cock.
“Yes,” Tex said, laughing. “Did you forget?”
Carver tried to remember agreeing to bring dinner home, but he couldn’t remember the conversation.
“It’s fine, I’ll order something,” Tex said, reaching into Carver’s jacket pocket and getting his phone. “Thai sound good?”
“Sure,” Carver said, not really caring about food when he had Peter on his knot.
“Peter?” Tex asked. Peter held up his thumb, giving the go-ahead. Carver reached down and caught his hand, threading their fingers together and holding Peter’s hand.
Locking eyes with his omega, Carver was stunned by the submission he saw there. It made him feel drunk on love and power. He was lucky, and he knew that he didn’t deserve someone like Peter.
Still, now that he had him, he was never, ever letting him go.
30
Peter
When Carver’s knot finally shrank enough that Carver could pull it from his mouth, Peter reared back, coughing and sputtering, and wiped his face with the back of his hand as he worked his sore jaw from side to side and wondered why the fuck he hadn’t used his safeword.
Taking a knot in his mouth washorrible. It filled his mouth and throat, making him feel like he was choking, and the way it stretched his lips and jaw was pure agony.
On the other hand, Peter had never felt so deliciously empty-headed and submissive as he did with Carver’s knot in his mouth. It made him feel like a hole—like a thing to be used—and for some god-awful reason, Peterlikedthat.
“You okay?” Carver asked, voice lazy and full of satisfaction. Peter blinked up at him, overwhelmed at the sheer masculine dominance radiating off the muscular alpha.
“I’m good,” he croaked, staring at the flaccid length of Carver’s cock. Even when it wasn’t hard, the huge cock was easily twice the size of his own when it was erect. It looked huge, hanging like a fat snake down over his egg-sized balls.
It was no wonder Peter couldn’t resist putting them in his mouth.
“Not too much?” Carver asked, reaching down and picking him up under his arms and hoisting him up on the couch like he weighed nothing. “Does your jaw feel okay?”
“It’s fine,” Peter said, rubbing his jaw. He was sore, but not the bad kind where he felt damaged. He was just…used. He was leaking all kinds of come and slick onto the couch beneath him, but it was leather, and it should be easy enough to clean. Besides, it was Carver who’d put him there, so it was his fault.
“Good,” Carver said, tucking his cock back into his suit. “Then, I think it’s time for our show.”
Peter perked up, looking over at Tex in his uniform. He was all sweaty and disheveled and disgustingly hot, his tight shirt plastered to his body, his cock a thick line down the inside of his breeches.
“Now?” Tex complained.
Carver grinned, and Peter mirrored it. “Yes, now,” Carver said. “Right, Peter?”
“Right,” Peter agreed. He licked his lips. “A deal is a deal.”
Tex laughed, getting up and walking to the other side of the coffee table. He put his boot up on the table and gripped his belt, shooting them a smoldering look, but then his expression crumbled and his eyes turned pleading.
“Do I have to?”
“Yup,” Peter said, popping the p.
“Alexa, play Pony on Spotify,” Carver said, grinning when Tex groaned. The song started to play from the TV speakers, slow and easy at the start, building up to the signature moment that defined every alpha strip tease ever portrayed on a TV screen.
“Fine,” Tex said, moving further back and taking a wide-legged stance, hands going back to his belt and framing his cock.
