Omega (Evan's Alphas Book 1)

by D. J. Heart

  “I have to pee,” Evan whispers, and Chad laughs, the sound loud and obnoxious. Peter stirs, pulling Evan in closer before kissing his neck, obviously awake.

  “What’s going on?” Peter asks, rubbing his hand down Evan’s chest and coming to rest over his lower stomach. His fingers are inching their way towards his cock, but his hand is right over Evan’s bladder, and even the slight pressure is making his need worse.

  “Evan needs to pee,” Chad says, smiling. Peter pushes his hand down on Evan’s bladder, as though testing the truth of his claim, releasing him and rolling back.

  “Go on, Evan.”

  Evan rushes to the bathroom and does his business, staring into the mirror as he washes his hands. His ass feels fine though there’s an ache that verges on painful. His neck and throat are littered with dark bruises, Chad and Peter having marked him properly, and there’s something deep inside of him that is immensely pleased and happy at the mark of ownership.

  He walks back into the bedroom, feeling self-conscious. Peter and Chad are lounging on the bed, huge and magnificent, muscles bulging, both of them staring at him with identical, hungry expressions.

  “How are you feeling?” Peter asks, sitting up and swinging his legs over the bed. He’s naked, and the size of his cock is astounding. Evan can’t believe that something so big could fit inside him, but it had. The whole thing, long shaft and bulbous head, all of it had gone inside of him, knot locking it tightly deep in his hole.

  He wants them to fuck him again.

  “Very good, sir,” he says, ducking his head and blushing. Peter comes to his feet, stalking towards him and gathering him up in his arms. He’s so big and hard, impossible to move or defy. He feels like an unstoppable force, and Evan is anything but an immovable object.

  “You want more? You want us to knot that hungry little hole again? Fill you up until you can’t think, the whole world narrowed down to my knot?” Peter speaks directly into his ear, growling out the words with hot little puffs of air. Evan shivers, wanting exactly what Peter is offering.

  “Yes, sir,” he answers, blushing furiously as his hole starts leaking, his little cock getting hard.

  “Chad, you can go first. I want his mouth.”

  Chad jumps up and picks Evan up, lifting him off the ground and laying him down on the bed. Chad grabs a pillow and stuffs it under Evan’s hips, lifting his ass up. The alpha crawls on top of him and aims his cock at Evan’s rim, about to push in when Peter interrupts.

  “Chad, you need to open him up first. Four fingers before cock.” Peter’s voice is chiding, and Chad obeys with hurried reluctance. He slips down between Evan’s thighs, pushing the blunt tips of his fingers at Evan’s hole, starting with two fingers and working up to three within seconds. It’s rough and fast and perfect, Evan lifting his ass up to meet the invading fingers, hungry for more. Chad obliges him, sliding four fingers into his ass, pushing them in all the way to the knuckle, twisting his hand so that his thumb pushes into his perineum.

  “Please, more,” Evan breathes out, the fingers not enough. They don’t touch him deep enough, don’t fill him up properly. Chad whines, yanking his fingers out and mounting Evan with one clumsy thrust, pushing his cock inside and fucking him hard and fast. Peter settles down in front of Evan’s face, legs spread out on either side of his body, thighs framing his head. He pushes the tip of his impressive erection down on Evan’s lips.

  “I want to see how much you can take on your own,” Peter instructs, pointing his dick down and slipping the huge head past Evan’s lips. He tastes like come and slick, Evan’s lips stretched wide to accommodate the over-sized member.

  Peter pushes just the head of his cock into Evan’s mouth and then stops, letting Evan set his own pace. Evan tries to take more, but he’s gagging almost from the get go. Peter just strokes his hair, whispering his encouragement.

  Evan tries again, though the way his body rocks forward with every one of Chad’s thrusts, it’s not exactly easy. The twin sensations of being penetrated in both his ass and his mouth has Evan almost disoriented with pleasure.

  Chad pushes all the way inside, knot swelling and locking them together. He drops down on top of Evan, curling his hand under his head to cradle his jaw, then letting go to slip two fingers into each side of Evan’s mouth, stretching his mouth open for Peter. Evan now has four fingers in his mouth in addition to Peter’s cock, and his lips feel like they’re about to split. Peter gives Chad a peeved look but doesn’t tell him to stop. Peter rocks forward, pushing his cock down towards the back of Evan’s throat, making him gag.

  “That’s a good boy,” Peter says, pushing past Evan’s gag reflex and burying his cock inside Evan’s throat. Chad withdraws his fingers—there’s no place for them and the base of Peter’s knot—holding Evan’s head with a grip on his chin and a fist in his hair.

  Peter pulls out and fucks back in, pubic hairs tickling Evan’s nose, balls slapping into Evan’s jaw. Evan feels owned, and the way Peter looks down at him, proud and pleased, has his cock ready to explode.

  “So good,” Chad growls, rocking his hips, knot pushing down on Evan’s prostate. It feels too good, and Evan’s cock erupts, covering Peter’s pillow with his come.

  “I’m going to come, Evan. I want you to swallow as much as you can,” Peter says, pulling back and leaving just the very tip of his cock at Evan’s lips. When his cock erupts, Evan is ready. He drinks the creamy come down, taking blast after blast, almost managing to keep up with Peter’s orgasm. Come leaks from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin to where Chad is still holding him.

  “That's a good boy,” Peter praises him as he pulls away, revealing his already deflating knot. It’s huge, like a softball, and Evan is amazed that he’s had it inside of him.

  Peter pulls Evan’s head into his lap, letting him rest his face on Peter’s muscular thigh, nose tucked into Peter’s sac so that he can breathe in the scent of his alpha’s musky balls. Chad strokes Evan’s hair and kisses his neck, occasionally leaning over Evan’s head to mouth at Peter’s cock. It seems Evan isn’t the only one who thinks it’s magnificent.

  Chad’s knot deflates, and Peter orders them all into the shower. They wash together, both alphas taking the time to make sure every inch of Evan is clean, before getting dressed and heading out for breakfast. Evan gets to choose what he wears from the clothes they’ve bought him, selecting comfortable jeans and a soft sweater, not surprised that the cut of both shows off his body expertly. Peter dresses in another three-piece suit that makes him look even more powerful and important, while Chad elects to wear a simple white shirt tucked into a dark pair of slacks.

  “I think it would be best if you came into the office with me today, Evan,” Peter says, as though Evan has a choice. Evan nods anyway, feeling happy that Peter isn’t just ordering him around. Or worse, ignoring him.

  “Good. Chad, you’ll join us for lunch in my office?” Chad looks up with a smile, pulling on a black leather bomber jacket and nodding.

  “Sounds good. I can take him after that if you want. I know you have that meeting with Enricorp at three,” Chad says, winking at Evan. Not sure how to respond, Evan just looks at the floor and blushes.

  “We’ll see,” Peter says, taking a black wool overcoat from the closet and sliding it over his shoulders, a pair of leather dress gloves completing the look. “Evan, do you want to get a jacket? There should be a few to choose from in the closet.”

  Evan walks over to the closet and looks inside, once again marveling at just how many clothes the two alphas own. Sure enough, hanging in the closet he finds a selection of coats and jackets in his size. Taking a simple black sport coat, Evan pulls it on and turns to face his alphas. They’re both staring at him, soft smiles on their faces, though the heat in their eyes is far from innocent.

  “Good. Let’s go, the car is waiting,” Peter says, placing a large hand on the small of Evan’s back and guiding him forward. Chad steps in on his other side, the two alp
has framing him, Chad’s fingers wrapping around his palm as he shoots him another little smile. Evan curls his fingers around Chad’s palm in return, feeling warm and tingly in his stomach. The two alphas tower over him, big and confident, but far from feeling vulnerable and small, Evan feels safe and protected. Shielded by their powerful bodies.

  So far, life with his new alphas is going better than he’d ever dared hope.

  ***

  Part Two: Cherished

  Evan slides into the car after Peter, Chad’s hand cupping his ass and guiding him in. The inch of room between his body and Peter’s is obliterated as Chad pushes in after him, nestling Evan tight under his arm and squeezing him into Peter’s side. Peter smiles down at him, hand coming to rest on his thigh. Evan feels a shudder run through his body. His toes curl, and he feels both mellow and tingly. He’s pressed tight between his alphas’ muscular bodies, a cozy little omega sandwich. If they hadn’t both knotted him less than an hour ago, his heat would be sucking him in like a vortex. But he’s been sated, and it should be a while before he’s consumed again.

  The driver gets in the front seat, Chad closing the partition before the beta starts driving. Evan feels a thrill, wondering what the day will bring.

  “Usually I allow my employees some time off after they get an omega,” Peter says out of the blue. It takes Evan a second before he realizes the alpha is talking to him. He looks up, an inquisitive lift of his brow his only response. He’s not sure what to say. Is Peter apologizing? Letting him know that work is his priority and that Evan shouldn’t expect to be coddled? He doesn’t know. The way Peter talks to him is so confusing. Like what Evan says and thinks matters.

  Nobody has ever talked to him the way Peter does. Not really.

  “I was planning on doing the same,” Peter continues, squeezing down on Evan’s thigh. His hand is big, fingers fitting perfectly around the curve of Evan’s quadriceps. “But we’ve been trying to land Enricorp—do you know what Enricorp is?” Evan hesitates, then nods. It’s an oil and gas company, but that’s the extent of his knowledge. Their logo was on the truck that delivered heating oil to the center. Peter continues, “Well, they just fired their IT security team, and I’m trying to convince them to hire us.”

  Chad, arm resting on the seatback behind Evan’s head, brings his hand down and ruffles Evan’s hair. The touch goes from his scalp and down his spine, spreading out in little tendrils of warmth that have him closing his eyes in sheer pleasure. “What Peter is trying to say, is that we’re sorry we have to work. We don’t want you to think you’re not important to us.”

  Evan opens his eyes and looks from Chad’s grinning face to Peter’s sternly drawn mouth, the older alpha nodding to confirm that that was indeed what he had been trying to say.

  “It’s an unfortunate confluence of events, but we’re very happy to have you with us. Hopefully, you won’t be bored.”

  Evan smiles, happy and reassured. It’s never occurred to him that his alphas should take time off to be with him, and that they’ve even considered it—planned on it—is nice.

  “That’s OK. I don’t mind,” he says when Peter keeps looking at him, clearly expecting a reply. It does the trick.

  The rest of the ride is silent. Chad sits quietly, playing with Evan’s hair, tracing the shell of his ear before moving his hand down to Evan’s shoulder and just holding it there. Electrified by the touch, Evan holds still, his body urging him to slide off the seat and crawl into the space between Chad’s thighs so that he can make his alpha feel good.

  Or Peter’s. The older alpha is reading something on his phone, occasionally typing furiously with his big thumb. His hand is still on Evan’s thigh, though, burning and constant.

  Will it be like this forever, Evan wonders to himself, or will he eventually get used to the touch of his alphas? Get used to the way his body comes alive at their touch and scent, his hole feeling hungry and hollow for their knots. He can’t imagine that he will.

  “We’re here,” Peter announces as the car comes to a stop. Evan looks out the window and sees the entrance to a tall building, his vantage point not letting him see how far up it goes. Chad gets out of the car first, holding out his hand for Evan and guiding him out. Evan is clumsy and inelegant, almost falling when his nerves make his legs unsteady.

  “I’ve got you,” Chad laughs, pulling him up into a hug, the brown leather of his bomber jacket pressed into Evan’s face. He breathes in, letting the scent of his alpha calm him.

  “That’s enough,” Peter says, stepping out of the car with the smooth gait of a predator. He closes the door behind him, and the car takes off. Peter takes the lead walking into the building, expecting Chad and Evan to follow.

  Evan grabs Chad’s hand, nerves making him forget his hesitation and take the initiative. He’s rewarded for his boldness, Chad squeezing his hand gently and grinning down at him before pulling him along after their alpha.

  It’s incredibly weird, to think that Peter is Chad’s alpha. That they both have to obey and follow his lead. It makes it easier, Evan thinks, eyes on the back of Peter’s head, to reconcile himself to his role in the relationship.

  Submission can’t be a bad thing. Not when Chad does it so willingly. Not if it’s earned. If the person who demands his submission is worthy and kind, worthy of submission, Evan thinks he could be happy to give it.

  Standing in an elevator for the third time in his life, Evan looks at the numbers over the door go up and up and up.

  He feels dizzy just thinking about how high up they are.

  Chad presses the buttons for the fifty-ninth and sixtieth floor. The doors part, the number above flashing fifty-nine, and Chad gives Evan’s hand firm a squeeze before letting go.

  “This is me. I’ll see you guys at lunch,” he says, stepping out of the elevator. The office behind him is busy, about half a dozen people rushing around like the world is ending. Evan wants to follow Chad, despite the intimidating chaos he’s heading into. He likes Peter, but Chad is warm and comforting. More vibrant. Peter has had moments where he’s made himself warm and comforting for Evan, but it obviously isn’t in his nature.

  “Bye,” Evan says, Peter just nodding, pressing the button to close the doors. The alpha leans in and grabs Evan’s shoulder, fingers curling down firmly and grounding him.

  It works wonders, making him feel relaxed and safe. He’ll be fine.

  The doors open again, this time to complete quiet. Peter lets go of his shoulder and walks out of the elevator, Evan following closely on his heels.

  He can do this.

  ***

  Topher, Chad’s best friend, is the first to come up and greet him.

  “I can’t believe you got an omega,” the alpha says, clapping Chad on the back and grinning wide. Chad groans, preparing for a barrage of inappropriate questions. Topher doesn’t disappoint. The alpha grabs Chad’s arm in a proprietary way that would have Peter bristling, pulling him away from the other well wishes and towards his office. Once the door has closed behind them, Topher lets go of propriety and starts his interrogation.

  “Tell me all about him. Lay it on me. He got a hole like a vice? Sweet little ass just made to be spanked?” Topher leans in, lowering his voice and raising his brow, “Did you get him to eat out your ass as Peter fucked him?”

  “Toph!” Chad groans, ducking his head and blushing. Claiming an omega is private and serious. Why does Topher have to be such a frat boy about it?

  “What?” Topher exclaims, looking innocent. He pulls it off beautifully, his wide eyes and his handsome face making him look wholesome and sincere in a way that he’s never been. “I’m just curious. I’m decades away from claiming an omega. I need to know if it lives up to the hype or if I should just give up and spend my money on porn.”

  Chad sighs. He loves Topher, he does, but right now he wants to be cuddled up with Evan—knot deep and gnawing at his neck as the boy writhes in pleasure—not listening to Toph goof off.

  “Wo
w, that good, huh?” Topher asks, crossing his arms and grinning. “Guess I better lay off the porn.”

  Chad nods, not able to help the grin that splits his face. “He’s amazing,” he says, cock throbbing at the thought of Evan’s sweet little body laid out for him. At the way the omega looks at him; wide-eyed and submissive. Literal longing in his eyes. “I mean… he’s adorable, but at the same time I just want to pound his hole until he can’t remember anything but my name… I’ve never felt anything like it.”

  “Shit, man. Sounds fucking sweet. I’m happy for you,” Topher gives him another clap on the back, still grinning lecherously, and leaves his office. Topher might seem like a total frat boy, but he wouldn’t be working for Peter if he didn’t take his job seriously.