“He has every reason to be freaked out,” Tex countered. “He’s in an unfamiliar place, trapped with two dominant werewolf alphas who want to fuck him. If he wasn’t scared, he’d be stupid. All we can do is show him that we’re not going to mistreat him, and in time he’ll get used to us.”
Carver grunted, crossing his arms and glowering at Tex. For someone who wanted their new omega to feel safe and comfortable, Carver wasn’t doing a very good job of it. Then again, Carver always took things too seriously. Relaxed was not a word that had ever been used to describe Carver Wilde.
Tex loved him so fucking much.
“Peter, would you like some time to yourself before turning in for the night?” Tex asked, knowing when he’d pushed Carver to his limit.
Peter nodded like he’d just been thrown a lifeline.
Tex got up and pulled Peter back under his arm. “All right. Come with me and I’ll show you the bedroom. Carver can put the food away. Right, Carver?”
Carver got up and started clearing away the empty pizza boxes and cans. “Behave yourself.”
“I always do,” Tex said, leading Peter toward the door.
He couldn’t wait to show the boy their bedroom.
5
Peter
Taking a seat at the edge of the massive king-sized bed, Peter put his head between his knees and just breathed.
Everything was just too much.
Counting to twenty, Peter reminded himself that things could be worse. Tex and Carver seemed honest when they said that nothing was going to happen without his consent, though the fact that they made no pretense of their desires was intimidating as fuck.
They had no reason to lie, Peter told himself. If they wanted to rape him, there was no one to stop them. They could do whatever they wanted with him.
At least they were hot.
Peter tried to push the thought away, uncomfortable and feeling like he was betraying himself, but even though it distressed him, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. If he’d met the pair before… well,everything, he would have been drooling with lust and want and probably made an utter fool of himself. Tex with his fucking jawline and stubble and muscles, and Carver with his blond hair, blue eyes and ass like a hockey player… it was more than Peter’s little omega heart could have ever wished for.
If only they hadn’tboughthim.
And apparently, they expected him to sleep with them. Just sleep, Tex had assured him, but he wouldn’t be getting his own room.
More werewolf bullshit, apparently. Peter had always known that werewolves were vastly more tactile than humans, but he hadn’t considered what that would mean forhim.
Sitting under Tex’s heavy arm, Peter felt as though his cock and hole had taken on minds of their own. He could still feel the echo of Tex’s bicep against the back of his neck, rock-solid and powerful, the scent of the muscular man lingering in his nose.
There was no way Carver and Tex had missed how hard he’d been, and he prayed to God that the rumors of werewolves being able to smell when an omega got wet were untrue.
Fuck. He couldn’t believe his body would betray him like this.
Peter didn’t know how he was ever going to get a wink of sleep with the two giants sharing the bed with him. Sure, it seemed huge now, but with both Tex and Carver burrowing under the covers…? There was no way Peter was getting through the night without brushing up against at least one of them.
The thought sent a traitorous spark of heat through his cock, his hole clenching in stupid anticipation.
After months of hormone blockers and imprisonment, his body ached to feel the thrust of an alpha inside of him. Just the thought of a thick knot stretching his insides made his mouth water and his hole clench.
He needed to calm down, and sitting on a bed reeking of alpha musk wasn’t doing a thing to help.
Standing up, Peter decided to use his alone time to explore a little. He looked around and took in the room. There was a fireplace against the far wall, two blackened logs nestled in a pile of ash inside, and a pair of plushy armchairs that looked big enough to accommodate a werewolf. The chairs stood on top of an expensive-looking Persian rug, thick and rich, but other than that and the massive bed, the room was barren. There were no dressers or closets that Peter could see and no pictures or art on the wall.
It wasn’t a very cozy room by any stretch of the imagination.
The room had two doors. One of them led back into the hallway, and Peter found the other led into a surprisingly large bathroom. The bathtub in the corner looked like a small swimming pool, easily enough room for two six-foot-seven werewolves, and the sleek tiles under Peter’s feet were delightfully warm.
