“So, how should we celebrate?” Tex asked, coming up behind Peter and squeezing his shoulders. The move left Peter pressed between him and Carver, tiny and helpless between them. Tex’s cock throbbed at the aroused shudder that ran through Peter’s body.
“You two could wrestle, and then the winner fucks me?” Peter suggested, filthy and with just a slight stutter of hesitation, making both Tex and Carver take a deep breath and tense in testosterone-fueled anticipation.
The little shit. He knew that pitting them against each other was going to bring their basest alpha instincts to the surface, resulting in a thoroughly hard fuck from whoever got to claim him as their prize.
“That sounds good, doesn’t it, Carver?” Tex said, the challenge clear in his voice. Carver was strong as an ox, and there weren’t many people who could take him in a fight, but Tex was in another league entirely. He was bigger and tougher than Carver, and his job meant that he had extensive training in how to subdue people—even big strong alphas.
But Carver wouldn’t back down from a challenge, even one he knew he wouldn’t win.
“You’re on,” Carver growled, baring his teeth in a sharp grin.
Peter was breathing fast, his hands rubbing up and down Tex’s side, smelling like hot arousal and omega slick.
“Living room?” Tex asked, stepping away and stripping off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
“Living room,” Carver agreed. The two of them barreled toward the living room, knocking into each other as they went, shedding clothes until they were both in their boxer-briefs and ready to fight.
Tex was having fun. Getting to dominate Carver and win Peter’s ass in the process was making his inner alpha roar to the surface. Tex appreciated how society and rules made the world a better place, but sometimes it was good just to be an alpha.
“Ready?” Tex asked, getting into position.
“Are you?” Carver challenged, mirroring his pose for a brief second before charging him. Peter let out a squeal of surprise, but Tex was prepared, and he used Carver’s momentum against him to flip him over and put him on his back.
“Fucking cheater,” he growled, dropping down on his mate and pinning him. “Think you can win against me?”
“Fuck, yes!” Carver growled back, a feral grin on his face. He spun around and managed to get his arm out of Tex’s grip, taking the upper hand for all of five seconds before Tex had him pinned again.
“Going to have to do better than that!” Tex crowed, looking up at Peter and winking. Their omega was watching with rapt attention, his hand rubbing over his bulge and his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth.
Tex wasn’t going to lose with his omega looking at him like that.
Carver renewed his efforts, but Tex had him. He spent the next ten minutes dominating Carver, pinning him and teasing him, and though Carver managed to get the upper hand several times, those moments were brief and Tex always got him back under control.
When Carver finally tapped out, Tex was feeling like a beast. He stalked over to Peter, his briefs long since ripped away, his cock sticking up like a missile. Grabbing the omega by the waist, he yanked him off the couch. Letting out a startled scream, Peter was nevertheless grinning when Tex put him on his knees and pulled down his pants. Tex smacked his ass, using the full strength of his arm, making Peter squeal in pain and look over his shoulder with wide eyes.
“That hurt!” he complained, a dark red handprint blooming on his ass. Tex rubbed it with a satisfied grin.
“You like it,” he said, pushing two fingers into Peter’s hole and tugging cruelly on his rim. “Look at this. All sloppy and wet for me. God, you smell good.”
Peter moaned, arching his back and pushing his ass up for more than just Tex’s fingers. Tex accepted the invitation, holding his cock by the base of his shaft and ramming it into Peter’s pink opening.
Hot, wet and tight, Peter’s ass was like coming home. Tex fucked him hard, leaning forward and laying himself down over his omega’s back, claiming him and using him like the prize he was.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Peter chanted, breaths ragged and his hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth hardwood floor as Tex jackhammered into him. “Harder, alpha, fuck me harder!”
Tex growled, Peter’s demand going right to his knot, and fucked Peter like he was trying to pound him through the floorboards.
“Take his mouth,” Tex demanded, looking up at Carver, who was watching them with a ravenous expression. He was wearing one of his new gloves on his right hand, and Tex was eager to see how Peter would react to it.
Carver didn’t need to be told twice. He slid down in front of Peter, grabbing him by the hair with his ungloved hand, pushing him unceremoniously down on his cock. Peter choked, but it was nothing like he would have reacted even a week ago. His mouth and throat were getting well and truly used to getting fucked.
Tex came first, locking in Peter’s ass, grabbing Peter by the hair and helping Carver fuck his face. Peter’s hole clamped down tight on the base of his knot, milking him with strong contractions that had Tex’s teeth chattering in overwhelmed pleasure.
When Carver came, he lifted his legs and locked his thighs around Peter’s head, squeezing him tight like his knot wasn’t already keeping him in place.
Tex didn’t stop him, enjoying the sight of his husband asserting his dominance over their omega.
Peter, on the other hand, lasted all of three seconds before he was slapping Carver’s thigh with a frantic motion.
