Omega - Part Three: Adored

by D. J. Heart

  Peter doesn’t last long, though knowing him that’s probably intentional. He grunts, slamming home a final time, filling Evan up for the second time.

  Being knotted by just one alpha almost feels like nothing. Peter’s knot ties him properly, but he almost misses the intensity of taking two knots at once.

  He must be crazy.

  Peter pulls him down on the mattress, rolling them over onto their sides with their heads resting on Chad’s thigh. Peter makes no move to release the younger alpha from his bondage, and Chad doesn’t ask.

  Evan lets Peter hold him close, closing his eyes as he enjoys the alpha’s arms around him. He feels good, heat sated thoroughly, the scent of his alphas all around him. All on him.

  He really is one lucky omega.

  ***

  Peter unlocks the cuffs holding Chad to the bed, leaning down and taking his young mate’s head between his hands, kissing his forehead gently.

  “How are you feeling?” he whispers, not wanting to wake Evan who is curled up and sleeping soundly with his head pillowed on Chad’s thigh.

  “Good,” Chad replies, rolling his shoulders before sliding down on the mattress. He curls up around Evan’s body, hugging him tight. Peter watches his two mates fondly; Evan sleeping soundly, Chad pressing his nose into the boy’s hair and just breathing him in. He puts away the cuffs, ropes and straps he’d used to tie the two men down, then climbs into the bed and claims the spot on Evan’s other side. Evan’s breathing is steady and calm, the omega sleeping deeply; completely worn out. The sheets reek of sex, the scent of slick, come and mating pheromones so thick he can practically taste it. It speaks to the alpha in him, making him feel content and proud in a way that’s becoming more and more familiar.

  Arm moving across Evan’s body to rest on Chad’s arm, Peter falls asleep.

  ***

  Chad takes a quick shower, dressing in loose sweats and a tight tee for his last day off before he has to go back to work full time. It’s been an amazing two weeks, and he’s more convinced than ever that Evan is just perfect for him and Peter.

  Calling down for lunch, Chad grabs his laptop and settles down on the couch. He turns on the TV, but he’s not really watching it. He just likes having it on in the background while he surfs the net aimlessly. Peter and Evan are out shopping, and though Chad likes to see Evan all dressed up in his cute little outfits, he has zero patience for buying clothes. All his suits were tailored, Peter dragging him to each fitting, and his athletic gear was bought online. Going from store to store, trying on outfit after outfit… Chad doesn’t envy Evan in the slightest.

  The doorbell rings and Chad jumps out of the couch to get his food. Usually they aren’t this quick, but he’s not going to complain.

  It’s not his food, but a courier.

  “I have a delivery for a Mr. Tank,” the beta says, looking up at Chad. He’s holding a small tablet, stylus at the ready to get a signature, a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He’s a little out of breath, and he seems entirely unimpressed with Chad and his fancy apartment.

  “I’m his mate, Chad Brand,” Chad says. He wonders why Peter is getting a courier at the house rather than the office.

  “That should be fine,” the courier says, holding out the tablet. “It’s nothing privileged.”

  Chad signs, the courier pulling a thick envelope out of his bag, handing it over. Chad takes it, puzzled to see the logo of The Virgin O stamped on the upper right corner. Why is Peter getting mail from an omega house?

  “Have a nice day,” the courier says briskly, nodding and heading back to the elevator. Chad mumbles a reply and closes the door, ripping open the envelope. Inside he finds a folded note and a handful of Virgin O VIP access passes. He unfolds the note, reading:

  Peter,

  A gesture of my appreciation.

  Yours,

  Richard Cruz

  Chad counts the passes, finding ten of them. They must be worth a fortune. Chad puts them back in the envelope, leaving it on the table by the door. Nine years ago he would have been thrilled at the chance for a VIP visit to The Virgin O, but now the thought of it just makes him feel dirty.

  What the fuck has Peter been up to? Chad heads back into the living room and does a search on who Richard Cruz is, getting more and more dismayed as he reads.

  Why would Peter be getting a thank you note from what is undoubtedly one of the most vicious exploiters of omegas in the country? it just doesn’t add up. Chad knows that Peter has some unsavory contacts from before they met - that when Peter was his age he was a ruthless bastard that would probably have made Chad piss his pants and run for the hills - but that was a long time ago. What could Peter have done recently to warrant something as expensive as passes to The Virgin O?

  The doorbell rings again, and this time it’s his food. The delivery people used to just come right inside, setting the food on the table and discretely coming back to clean up, but ever since they got Evan Peter has been wary of allowing strangers access to their home to that degree. It’s more work, and they need to find a better solution, but Chad agrees with Peter that the fewer people who can enter their apartment the better.

  Unsettled, Chad chows down on his sandwich, finishing it in a matter of seconds. Pushing his plate away he picks up the remote and leans back on the couch. He turns the volume up, flicking through the channels for something to watch.

  Peter will have an explanation. Chad is just being silly, letting his imagination get the better of him. It’s not like Peter would go into business with someone like Richard Cruz. Peter is a good person, and Chad knows him well enough to know that there is a perfectly logical explanation to the weird delivery. That he’s got no reason to worry.

  ***

  “Turn around.”

  Evan sighs dramatically and does a slow spin, Peter sitting in his comfy chair with a glass of scotch as Evan tries on outfit after outfit, showing each and every one off for Peter. He gets final say - much to the surprise of the beta waiting on them - but it’s not like he’s going to ignore Peter’s opinion.

  “I like it,” Peter says, which Evan knew he would. Peter likes Evan’s pants to hug his ass, showing off his firm buns and hugging his thighs, “Come over here.”

  Evan moves to stand between Peter’s legs, the beta helping them turning away with a blush. Peter grabs his ass, squeezing down hard. His thick fingers are almost bruising, pulling Evan forward so that he’s spilling into Peter’s lap.

  “I like these a lot,” Peter growls into his neck, scraping the vulnerable expanse of flesh with his teeth. Evan shudders, hole suddenly feeling empty.

  But not wet.

  Two days ago Evan stopped going into heat at the drop of a hat. He feels horny, sure, but now that his body has adjusted to his new alphas he’ll only be going into a true heat once a year. It’s wonderful. Not having to deal with his hole leaking slick every time he catches a whiff of Chad’s sweaty body or Peter’s musk is a blessing, though he knows Peter and Chad resent having to use lube when they fuck.

  Not that they’ve said so, but Evan can tell it annoys them when they have to pause to apply more lube to their cocks when they fuck him.

  “I like them too,” Evan says. Peter stills, pushing him away gently. Though his actions might suggest otherwise, he’s in complete control of himself. Where Chad sometimes goes a little feral in the heat of the moment, Evan has never seen Peter be anything but master of himself and everything around him.

  “Was that it?” Peter calls out to the beta, her back to them as she tries to give them privacy without abandoning them. Evan hopes to God she says yes.

  “Yes. Unless you’d like to look at outerwear? Or swimwear perhaps?”

  She might be uncomfortable, but she’s working on commission and not going to let that stop her.

  Please no. Please no. Please no.

  “I think we’re good, right Evan?” Peter says, pushing out of the comfortable looking leather chair.

  Evan d
oesn’t understand why he needs new clothes in the first place. Peter and Chad already had a wardrobe waiting for him when he arrived, and those clothes are perfectly comfortable and nice. But Peter wants him to pick out his own clothes. Wants his style to be a reflection of Evan himself, not his alphas. It’s shockingly liberal.

  “Very good,” Evan agrees.

  The beta rings them up, and Evan tries not to look at what the clothes are costing his alphas. He knows that Peter and Chad are rich - they had to be to get him - but he has a hard time grasping just how rich, sometimes. It seems obscene to him that they should spend this much money on clothes. Like a waste.

  He can’t help but wonder how much it costs to get him into The Obrey Art Institute. Peter and Chad don’t seem to have noticed his diminished enthusiasm, or maybe they have and just think he’s nervous. Either way, Evan isn’t going to be ungrateful. He’s going to use the opportunity and learn as much as he can, and though he might not have earned it - might not really be good enough - he’s still going to try.

  The car is waiting for them by the curb when they step outside. Peter holds the door open for him and waits to get in until Evan is seated. His new clothes are being delivered to the apartment later that night, so they don’t have any bags to deal with. Peter slides in after him, resting a heavy hand on his thigh.

  Evan may no longer be going into heat, but he still gets hard, and Peter’s hand so close to his crotch is making his cock throb in desperate need. If there’s one thing he can count on to pull him out of a developing funk, it’s having sex with Peter and Chad.

  Though it’s only been two weeks since he moved in with his alphas, it feels like a lifetime ago that he was at the center, thinking he’d somehow manage to be analytical during his heats. Calculated so that he could give his alphas what they wanted so that they would keep him. He can’t believe how foolish he’d been. Heats are like being drugged. There’s no thought, plan or strategy to speak of when you’re under its influence. It’s pure instinct.

  Evan is just lucky that so far his instincts have served him well... and that he’s ended up with alphas as decent as Chad and Peter.

  Peter’s hand on his leg, pinky finger rubbing little circles on his inner thigh, has Evan’s cock aching for release. He lets out a small whine, turning his head to look up at Peter with a pleading expression. Peter grins, finger stilling.

  “When we get home,” he says, squeezing down on his thigh before sliding his hand up and brushing his palm over Evan’s bulge. Evan jerks at the sudden stimulation. He knows that if he tries to touch himself now Peter will stop him. Will make a game out of prolonging his needy arousal until he’s begging for release.

  If he were with Chad the younger alpha would already be balls deep in his ass by this point. Chad has no self control, and though Peter’s iron will is attractive, Chad’s pure will to fuck is more fun.

  Then again, Evan has never had sex with Peter without Chad present. He’s played with Chad plenty of times, but Peter always waits for Chad to enter the picture.

  Would Peter even want to have sex with him if Chad wasn’t available? Would he be able to?

  His face must be doing a thing, because Peter looks down at him inquisitively.

  “What?” he asks, bringing his hand to rest on Evan’s neck. Evan blushes beet red. There’s no way in hell he’s asking Peter if he can’t get it up without Chad being there.

  “Nothing,” Evan mumbles, looking at his lap. He hopes Peter would be able to have sex with him without Chad present. Then again, Peter has never made any secret of the fact that he brought Evan into their relationship for Chad’s benefit. That Peter was perfectly happy with just Chad.

  “You either say you don’t want to tell me, or you tell me, Evan. What you never do is lie to me,” Peter says, voice hard. The grip on Evan’s neck is suddenly tight, making it clear just who is in charge.

  Evan looks up with a startled intake of breath. He hadn’t meant to lie.

  “I didn’t mean-”

  “I know. I’m just saying. Now, what were you thinking about so seriously?” Peter doesn’t seem angry. He relaxes his grip on Evan’s neck, the infraction already forgotten.

  “I was just thinking that… We’ve never done anything when it was just us two. Had sex, I mean.”

  Peter looks surprised, then thoughtful. “Does that bother you?” he asks, dropping his hand from Evan’s neck to his thigh, leaning back to look at him.

  Evan feels a little silly. Peter might not have fucked him without Chad present, but he’s shown interest in Evan’s body plenty of times. Even earlier that day when they were shopping it was perfectly clear how much Peter was attracted to him.

  “No,” Evan says, feeling foolish. “I was just thinking about it. Does it bother you that Chad and I have sex without you?”

  A week ago Evan never would have dared ask such a question, but he knows now that Peter won’t mind. The alpha looks thoughtful again, thinking over his words.

  “I don’t mind if you and Chad have fun while I’m not there,” he says with a smile, his expression suddenly turning stern, “but if I was available and the two of you didn’t make an effort to include me? That would bother me.”

  Evan nods and smiles, relieved. “We won’t,” he assures Peter. Sex with Chad and Peter is always better than sex with just Chad. Even though sex with just Chad is pretty great.

  As the car comes to a stop in front of their building, Evan has an uncomfortable thought.

  “Do you sometimes want to have sex with Chad without me there?” he asks as Peter reaches to open the door. Peter freezes, pulling his hand back with the door still closed.

  “Chad and I might have sex without you,” he says, again choosing his words carefully, “If I was going to do a scene with him that I thought would make you uncomfortable. But ultimately it would be your choice.”

  Evan doesn’t understand. “What do you mean?”

  Peter leans back, a small smile curving his lip. He suddenly looks dangerous and incredibly hot, every inch the uber alpha. “Do you remember when I tied Chad to the bed and we both fucked you at the same time?”

  Evan nods. How could he forget? It still stands as the most intense and crazy thing he’s ever experienced. It had been wonderful, if a little scary. Peter and Chad haven’t tried it again, but now that Evan knows they can… he wouldn’t say no to doing it again. His ass can take it, and the way he felt with both of them filling him up - stretching him to the limit - nothing will ever compare.

  “That was a little bit like a scene. I enjoy pushing Chad’s limits, and I’m not sure how you would react to seeing that. It can be pretty intense. I’m not sure you would enjoy it…”

  Evan doesn’t know what to say. He’s seen all the rings drilled into the bed, walls and ceiling in the bedroom - not to mention the huge collection of leather outfits in Peter’s closet - but he’s mostly ignored that aspect of his new alphas.

  “I didn’t mind when you tied me up,” is what he finally says. He might never have had any fantasies or desires of being bound or hurt, but on the occasions where Peter has restrained him in some way it’s been fine. If this is something he can do for them, a way he can please them, he wants to try.

  “I know,” Peter says, smiling and shaking his head. “But that’s just the beginning of what I do with Chad. The foreplay.”

  Peter slips his hand around the back of Evan’s neck, squeezing it firmly. Evan goes boneless in his alpha’s grip.

  “If you want to be part of what I do with Chad, then I’ll let you. But it’s your choice. And if you ever want to participate in a scene, then that’s your choice too. I just want you to know, however, that it’s not your job to submit to me in that way. That’s Chad’s role, and he’s comfortable in it. Loves it. Your job is to just be yourself and do what you feel like doing with both of us. What that means will be up to you. Do you understand?”

  Evan nods again, feeling overwhelmed. His choice. It’s a luxury most omega
s could never dream of.

  “Good.” Peter opens the door and they step out, heading into the building. Peter takes his hand, squeezing it and smiling down at him. Evan smiles back.

  He has a lot to think about.

  To be continued...

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