Chad flushed. The last time he had sex was over a year ago.
“It’s been a while. You really think that could be it?”
“I don’t know, man. You’re making pretty decent bank doing this private soldier thing, right? Why don’t you go to an omega house and get your knot wet? See if it puts things in perspective?”
Chad’s cock throbbed in his briefs at just the mention of fucking an omega. Whatever this thing with Peter was, he wasn’t any less attracted to omegas than he’d been before.
And why hadn’t it occurred to him that he could now afford to visit an omega house? Not often, obviously, but as an occasional treat it was entirely within his budget.
“Fuck, man.Your face!” Topher laughed. “Hadn’t thought of that, had you?”
Chad blushed and shook his head, shifting in his seat in an attempt to hide his burgeoning erection.
“No. I mean, I’ve been to omega clubs before, but I’ve never actually booked time with an omega. It’s always been way out of my price range, you know?”
“Speaking as someone for whom it is still out of their price range, I understand perfectly,” Topher said.
“Sorry, man,” Chad said, grinning. He felt better now that he had a plan. He would head out to one of the cheaper omega houses—and wasn’t that a knot-inducing thought—and have sex with an omega for the first time. If, after experiencing sex like an alpha was supposed to experience it, he still felt whatever it was he felt about Peter, then at least he would know that it wasn’t just his blue balls playing tricks on him.
“So are we done with the feelings crap-fest, or do you have anything else you need to talk about?” Topher joked, draining his beer. Chad laughed and punched his shoulder, more than happy to change the subject.
“No, we’re done. Thanks man,” he said. He really did appreciate the opportunity to talk through his feelings with another alpha, even if that maybe wasn’t the most alpha thing to do.
“Great. Now let’s talk omega houses…”
Chad sat back and listened as Topher launched into a lengthy description of all the omega houses in a fifty-mile radius, describing what each house was known for and how much they charged.
The more Topher talked, the more Chad couldn’t wait to put his plan into action.
***
Peter was well aware that he was acting unethically when he hacked his way into Chad’s phone to keep an eye on him, but he didn’t care.
“Wait, so that’s him?” Aiden asked, nodding at the little red dot on Peter’s computer.
“Yes.” Peter didn’t look up from the file he was reading. He and Aiden were heading out for dinner, but Aiden had shown up at the office an hour early and was now making a nuisance of himself.
“Good for him, having some fun,” Aiden said. When Peter looked up to see what he meant, Aiden was smirking.
“What?” Peter asked, impatient.
“Nothing. Your boy just walked into an omega club, that’s all.”
“He what?” Peter put down the file and moved his chair so that he could see what Aiden was talking about, pushing his friend away in the process.
Peter frowned at the little red dot. He wasn’t surprised that Chad would go seek out an omega—it was a common response when an alpha realized that maybe they could be persuaded to swing the other way—but hewasdisappointed.
Peter had always thought that the way omegas were bought, sold, and abused was ugly and wrong. How anyone could convince themselves that the omegas kept at omega houseswantedto be fucked and knotted by strange alphas was beyond him. They were in heat, sure, but they were in heat for the alpha that took their virginity. No one else would be able to give them relief.
Peter couldn’t understand the appeal of fucking someone who was slowly dying from being abandoned by their true alpha.
Having sex with someone who could put up a fight was hot. Fucking someone whowantedto put up a fight but couldn’t…? Peter found it disgusting. It was rape, pure and simple, and that society allowed it to happen the way it did was shameful.
Not that Peter had ever made any effort to put a stop to it. He wasn’t an omega rights activist, and he never would be. There was no money in it.
Hitting the button on his intercom, Peter buzzed his assistant.
“Yes, Mr. Tank?” David answered, respectful and prompt.
