by D. J. Heart
“Sit on his knot,” Peter commands, making Chad gasp as he feels Evan’s compact little body crawl up his legs, grab his cock, and angle toward his tight little hole. Peter thrusts his hips, impatient, making Evan lose his balance and fall forward onto Chad’s chest.
“Still,” Peter commands, smacking Chad’s inner thigh hard. It makes Chad jump, cock leaking a spurt of pre-cum when his whole body clenches tight.
“Here you go,” Peter says, lifting Evan up and maneuvering him so that his hole catches Chad’s cock, Peter dropping him down on the engorged shaft.
“Ow,” Evan says, hissing in a breath through his teeth.
“You’re okay,” Peter says, voice firm and commanding. Evan doesn’t answer, but he moans wantonly as his rim stretches over Chad’s knot. When he’s all the way down. Chad feels like he’s going to blow any second.
“My good boys,” Peter growls, sounding extremely happy. Making Peter sound like that feels just as good as having Evan on his knot.
“So big,” Evan says, sounding out of breath. It’s not a complaint.
“And now it’s my turn,” Peter says, making Even tense up. The squeeze on Chad’s knot feels intense. Peter laughs, crawling up between Chad’s legs. But rather than slide his cock into Evan’s stretched out hole, Peter grabs Chad’s legs and lifts them up over his shoulders, pushing the head of his slicked up cock at Chad’s opening.
“Fuck!” Chad cries, Peter pushing into his hole with a mighty thrust. It hurts, a burning pain, but it also feels amazing.
And that’s just the head.
“You can take it,” Peter says, his voice strained. Chad loves it when Peter is so turned on that the facade of iron control starts to crumple.
As Peter starts pressing his knot against Chad’s hole, Chad’s ass clenching down to prevent further intrusion, he grabs Evan and lifts him up, dropping him back down on Chad’s cock. Chad and Evan cry out in tandem, Peter letting out a pleased grunt and doing it again.
Chad is overwhelmed. His cock is in heaven, his ass both loving and hating Peter’s rough intrusion. The combined effect, however, is one of pure ecstasy. Peter’s knot pushes past his rim, opening him up further than any alpha was meant to stretch.
Once he’s pushed all the way inside, Peter lets out a growl and pulls all the way out, slamming back in with a bruising grip on Chad’s hips. Chad cries out, Evan squeezing down on his knot in surprise.
It feels so good.
“You like that?” Peter asks, smug and back in total control of himself as he starts fucking Chad with long, hard strokes.
“Yeah,” Chad says, feeling like the breath is being knocked out of him with every thrust, even though it’s not.
Evan is trying to bounce on Chad’s cock, squeezing down on his knot and rutting his little cock into the leather of Chad’s straitjacket.
Chad can’t hold it back anymore. He comes with a grunt, shooting heavy strings of come deep into Evan’s ass, breath hitching with each spurt.
“You tying?” Peter asks, lifting Evan up to where Chad’s knot holds him back. Evan lets out a cry of pained discontent, sighing when Peter drops him back down.
“I guess it’s my turn,” Peter says, voice edging into a growl, speeding up his thrusts.
Chad holds on for dear life, Evan a heavy weight on his chest, gritting his teeth in pain and pleasure when Peter comes, knot stretching him out and pressing hard on his prostate.
He’ll never get used to this.
“Good boy,” Peter growls, letting Chad’s ass milk his knot. Chad squeezes down, wanting Peter to feel as good as possible.
Peter groans.
Head resting on the mattress, still blindfolded, Chad lets the sensations of Evan’s ass and Peter’s knot wash over him. His cock is still leaking, filling Evan up, though Chad’s knot is going down quickly.
Chad feels sweaty, arms wrapped around his chest and held tight in the leather straitjacket, cock spent and balls drained. The tension he’d felt earlier is gone, replaced by the calm knowledge that his alpha is there to take care of everything.
It’s a good feeling.
***
Evan lets Peter roll him off Chad’s chest, then Peter reaches down and unbuckles Chad from the straitjacket, letting him pull Evan up against his naked chest.
“You both okay?” Peter asks, climbing into the bed behind Chad and wrapping his arms around him. Evan doesn’t mind letting Chad be the middle of the sandwich for once.
“Yeah,” Chad mumbles, eyes closed, lips pulled up in a satisfied smile. Evan grins into his alpha’s chest. Chad is completely relaxed, a world of difference from before Peter came home.
“So good,” he says, making Chad laugh. The rumble of Chad’s chest makes his nose tickle.
“Good. I’m proud of both of you,” Peter says. He sounds like he means it, and Evan gets all warm in the bottom of his stomach. He pushes himself further into Chad’s embrace, sighing in satisfaction when Chad lifts his leg and hooks it over Evan’s.
Happy, fucked out, and leaking come, Evan closes his eyes and falls asleep listening to the beat of Chad’s heart.
***
“Why don’t you take Evan to school today,” Peter says in the morning as they all sit down for breakfast. Chad looks up, still groggy with sleep.
“Eh, yeah. Sure. That okay with you, Evan?” Chad asks, looking at his omega with a grin. It will be fun to see Evan in his natural environment.
“Okay,” Evan says, looking happy.
“Good,” Peter says, satisfied. He hasn’t touched the food on the table, only pouring himself a cup of coffee. He takes the cup with him when he stands. “Call me if you need anything.”
“Sure,” Chad says, a little confused by Peter’s rush, but he doesn’t say anything.
“See you later,” Peter says, kissing both Chad and Evan on the top of their heads, making Chad grin into his cereal.
“See you,” he says, watching Peter head out. He turns to Evan. “So, what on the agenda for today?”
Evan grins, launching into a detailed explanation of exactly what Chad’s in for.
They head out half an hour later, Chad pulling on his leather racing jacket and matching gloves, Evan giving him a confused tilt of his head.
“I thought we could take the bike,” Chad explains, grinning as he pulls his motorcycle boots up over his jeans. Evan’s eyes light up.
“Sure,” he says, taking his own padded jacket out of the closet and putting it on. He looks adorable, an excited gleam in his eye.
Evan hates going fast if they’re driving, but he loves it on the bike.
“You ready?” Chad asks, Evan slinging his backpack on, Chad handing him his helmet. Evan nods, moving toward the door.
“Great,” Chad says, pulling on his gloves and following Evan to the elevator.
***
Chad enjoys sitting in on Evan’s art history class, the sour-looking professor casting him a dismissive glance before starting in on his lecture, but Evan’s more practical classes are boring as hell.
“That looks pretty,” Chad says over Evan’s shoulder, looking at his watercolor painting. He’s been standing around for almost an hour doing nothing, Evan’s entire focus on the painting in front of him. Chad isn’t used to not having Evan’s undivided attention when he wants it, and he finds he doesn’t like it.
“Thanks,” Evan says, not looking at him. Chad clucks his tongue, moving a few steps back. So far no one has commented on Chad’s appearance, though he’s gotten plenty of curious looks.
When the class finally wraps up, Chad is relieved, though he tries not to show it. Being a bodyguard is boring.
“What now?” he asks, zipping up his jacket and pulling on his gloves, the two of them heading outside. He takes Evan’s hand in his, giving it a friendly squeeze.
“You can meet my friends. We always have lunch in the student cafeteria,” Evan says, sounding happy. Chad, who had been planning on taking Evan to a restaurant nearby, tamp
s down his disappointment. Meeting Evan’s friends will be interesting, even if he has to eat crappy cafeteria food.
Chad smirks to himself, wondering when he became such a snob.
“Good. I’ve been wanting to meet them,” Chad says. “Are these the ones who invited you to the party this weekend?”
Evan nods. “Yeah. Do you think we can go? I mean, will you take me?”
Chad shrugs. “I don’t see why not. Peter said it was up to me, right?”
Evan nods. He’s gone full-on puppy dog eyes, and Chad is defenseless.
“Sure. I’ll take you. Give you the full college experience.”
“Thank you!” Evan says, hugging him. Chad stops walking, grinning as he hugs Evan back. They pull apart.
“I hope you like my friends,” Evan says, a hint of nerves coloring his voice. Chad decides that no matter how boring or stupid Evan’s new friends are, he’s going to be nothing but pleasant to them. As long as they treat Evan well and make him happy, that is.
Chad and Evan keep walking, Chad enjoying himself now that he’s not literally watching paint dry. They get to the cafeteria, and Chad has flashbacks to his own college years. He’d gone to a different school, obviously, but the setting and people are the same.
Moving inside, Evan looks around for his friends, craning his neck to see over the taller alphas and betas crowding around them. He spots his friends at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, by the window, and drags Chad over as soon as he spots them.
As Evan and Chad come closer, the group of betas spot them and their smiles freeze nervously. Evan sees the change and slows down, but one of the betas shakes it off and waves for Evan to come over, and Evan perks right back up.
“Hey guys, this is Chad. He’s my alpha,” Evan says, sounding really proud. Chad grins, doing his best to put everyone at ease. Evan’s obvious pleasure at showing him off makes him feel good.
It seems to work, as all of the betas smile back at him with polite expressions.
“Chad, this is Johan, Tara, Kate, and Alex. They’re my friends,” Evan says, pointing to each beta as he says their name.
“Hello,” Chad says, giving a little wave. They smile back at him, still looking a little nervous.
“Do you want to sit down?” Evan asks him, pulling a chair from the empty table next to them and sliding it close to the table. That makes two empty seats, pressed close together between Johan and Alex.
“How about we get some food first,” Chad suggests, making Evan blush.
“Oh, right. I forgot. We’ll be right back,” he tells his friends, taking Chad’s hand and pulling him toward the serving area. The food is just as awful as Chad had anticipated, but he grins and orders like he’s starving and looking forward to eat.
Chad can feel Evan watching him, assessing his every reaction throughout the day, and he doesn’t want to do anything that will make his young mate feel bad. So far he thinks he’s succeeded.
They get back to the table, and though the betas are unsure at first, Chad puts them at ease in no time.
“You’re way more relaxed than Mark,” Tara says, studying him.
“Well, coming here is Mark’s job. Chad is just my alpha,” Evan says, answering for him. “He doesn’t have to act cool and professional all the time.”
Chad grins. He’s seen Mark and Evan together plenty of times, but a part of him had assumed that Mark’s stiff and distant attitude was because of him. Was he really like that all the time? From the way Evan and his friends are talking, it would seem so.
Peter will be pleased, at least.
“He’s right,” Chad says. “This is a job for Mark. I’m just tagging along for a day to see what my omega gets up to when he’s on his own.”
“It’s really cool that you let him come here. He’s a really good artist,” Tara says. Chad likes her already.
“I know,” Chad says. He turns to Evan. “Remember the drawings you did of Peter that first day in his office? I still have those.” Evan blushes beet red.
It’s true. Whenever Chad is in a bad mood, he’ll pull out the stack of drawings Evan made that day, each featuring Peter’s suit pulled tight over his muscular rear end.
“Shut up,” Evan says, smiling.
“What did you draw?” Johan asks, looking between Evan and Chad.
“I was in heat, okay?” Evan says. “And I was sitting right behind Peter—he has this standing desk—so I just drew his back. It’s not as bad as Chad makes it sound.”
“I’m not saying it was bad. I’m just saying no one has ever captured Peter’s ass quite so lovingly. I really like those drawings. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.”
“I’m not,” Evan says, blushing and defiant. Chad laughs and lets it go.
“So Tara. This party you’re throwing. How many people?” Chad asks, changing the subject. Evan sits up a little, looking excited.
“Not that many. Around twenty,” Tara says, suddenly looking a bit nervous.
“Well, we’d love to come. Does Evan have the address?”
Tara smiles. “I think so, don’t you Evan?”
Evan nods.
“Great. Evan was really excited to be invited,” Chad says, making Evan blush again. It’s adorable.
“I’ve never been to a party before,” Evan says, defending himself. Chad ruffles his hair, grinning at his look of outrage.
His omega is the cutest.
***
Peter is angry. He glares down at the file Dawn has prepared for him, wondering if it can really be this simple.
Detective Adams, Peter’s most recent pain in the ass and apparently a trust fund brat, is a member of the Virgin O VIP club. Or was. His membership is worthless now that Peter has shut down every Virgin O location in the state.
“All this because we took his favorite toys away?” Peter growls, looking up at Dawn. She holds her ground in the face of Peter’s anger and nods.
“I looked into the Virgin O records. He was there almost every night,” Dawn says, nodding toward a printout of a Virgin O entrance log.
“And how did he get this to the hearing stage?” Peter asks, frowning. It’s all well and good that Adams has it out for Peter, but someone had to approve the ridiculous case against him.
“His father is State Senator Adams. From what I can tell he pulled a few strings after he found out what you were doing with the omegas.”
Peter closes the file. A state senator he can deal with.
“Thank you Dawn. Anything else I need to know?” Peter asks, getting ready to act.
“No, sir.”
“Good work. You can go.” Peter picks up his phone and calls his assistant. “Logan, call Merchant and have him come up to my office.”
Forty minutes later Merchant is standing in Peter’s office. The alpha is Peter’s most ethically dubious employee, a holdover from Peter’s early years of founding the company. He’s the one Peter calls on when he needs something to happen off the record.
“You called, boss?” Merchant says, grinning. Peter grits his teeth. Merchant loves reminding Peter of what a hypocrite he is, always pushing Peter to revert to his old ways. They’re not friends, exactly, but they’re not just boss and employee either.
“I have a problem,” Peter says, sliding the file Dawn prepared across the table. “I need you to take care of it. Both the son and the father. Everything you need should be in there.”
Merchant takes the file, flipping through it. He looks up at Peter, smirking. “And by take care of, you mean…?”
Peter narrows his eyes. He’s more dominant than Merchant by far, and sometimes he misses the days when Merchant used to be scared of him.
“Take them out. Make it look like an accident,” Peter says, infusing the words with the full force of his dominance. Merchant swallows, but his grin barely slips. He looks back down at the folder, whistling through his teeth.
“Problem?” Peter asks, clenching his jaw.
“Not at all, boss. I’ll ge
t right on it,” Merchant says, rolling the folder up and sticking it in his pocket. Once he’s out of the room, Peter turns his attention back to his computer and the preparations for Tank Security’s bid on the military contract.
Merchant will make sure he doesn’t have any more problems with Detective Adams.
***
Having Chad take him to school had been fun, though Evan can tell that Chad isn’t even remotely interested in art. The alpha is obviously bored, but he’s being really nice and trying to pretend that he’s not.
