“What kind of favor?” Peter asked.
“There’s a membership club,” Carver explained, cringing at how long he’d put off telling Peter about this. “It’s called The Bank, and it’s for alphas with a taste for BDSM. My mother wants me to join, with you, and get footage of one of her rivals in a compromising situation.”
Peter blinked, looking between Carver and Tex like he was waiting for the punchline.
“You mean one of those places where alphas get together and beat up their omegas?” he asked, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and chewing it.
“Pretty much,” Tex said, forcing a growl from Carver. Peter didn’t react to the sound, and Carver felt a pleased jolt in his chest at the realization that Peter no longer found him intimidating.
A week ago, a growl like that would have put him two seconds away from wetting himself.
“And she wants you to join withme?” Peter asked.
Carver nodded. “And we’d have to put on a show to prove that we’re the real deal. Otherwise, they won’t let us in.”
“What kind of show?” Peter asked, teeth worrying at his bottom lip as he waited for an answer.
“Something to prove that I’m one of them,” Carver said, cringing a little at the fact that in most ways he was, in fact, one of them. “They don’t want anyone with liberal views on omegas infiltrating the club.”
“Okay,” Peter said, drawing out the word. “But what kind of show, exactly?”
He sounded the opposite of enthusiastic.
“Basic bondage and oral knotting,” Carver said, feeling like a real jerk. “Nothing we haven’t done before here at home.”
“We thought he should put you in a sensory deprivation hood,” Tex said, running his hand through his hair. “That way, you won’t have to see or hear anything upsetting, plus it would make Carver here look like a real asshole.”
Peter stared at Tex, probably waiting for him to say that he was just kidding, and when Tex just shrugged, he looked back at Carver.
“A sensory deprivation hood?” he asked.
Carver nodded. “But only if you say yes. It should be enough if I knot your mouth and play with your nipples and stretch your hole a bit.”
Peter took a deep breath, looking off to the side with a thoughtful expression. When he turned back to them, he didn’t look nervous, but he was far from the happy omega he’d been ten minutes ago.
“This show, it would be in front of other alphas?”
Carver nodded.
“And what if we tell your mother no?”
“I don’t know,” Carver admitted. “She might just be pissed, or she might take you away from us. She can be unpredictable when you cross her.”
“Take me away?” Peter asked, incredulous.
“She’s our pack alpha,” Tex explained. “She can do whatever she wants as long as she says it’s for the best of the pack.”
Peter took a second to process that. “Do you think we should do it? I mean, the whole BDSM thing aside, does she really expect us to help her blackmail someone?”
Carver nodded. “If it makes you feel any better, she’s going to blackmail him into supporting omega rights legislation.”
“Actually, that does make me feel better,” Peter said. “So am I understanding you right that we don’t actually have a choice about doing your mother this favor?”
Carver nodded, and Peter took a deep breath.
“Okay. When would this audition be?”
“On Saturday.”
