by D. J. Heart
“Good boy,” Peter growls, balls deep, curling his arm around Evan’s neck and crushing his smaller form against his powerful naked chest. Peter’s other hand comes to rest on his belly, and suddenly Evan is being lifted away from the window and towards Chad.
Chad has also stripped, his cock standing angrily erect and leaking clear pre-cum, bobbing up and down as he trips from foot to foot, watching Peter take what he wants. Peter walks right up to him, pressing Evan up against his chest. Crushed between the two alphas, Evan is in seventh heaven.
Peter keeps walking, forcing Chad to move in reverse until his back hits the wall. Chad reaches up and holds Evan close, grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Peter has let go of his neck, grabbing his hips as Chad holds him up.
Peter pulls almost all the way out of his ass, slamming back in with enough force that both Evan and Chad are pushed back into the wall. It almost knocks the breath out of him, the thrust punishing, but it also feels amazing.
The thrust sets the tone. Peter fucks him hard, punishing Evan’s hole and drilling it without mercy. Evan grunts and cries, clinging to Chad as Peter owns him. Every inch of his skin feels sensitized and hot, Chad’s grip on him electric and heavy as Peter makes his hole feel impossibly good.
With a roar Peter comes, shooting hot rivulets of come deep onto Evan’s ass, knot swelling up and locking him in place. Breathing harshly, Peter reaches up and curls his arms around Evan’s chest and neck, pulling him away from Chad. Peter walks over to the pillow in the corner, sliding down making himself comfortable. He arranges Evan’s legs so that they spill out on either side of his thighs, arms crushing Evan’s back against his muscular chest.
“Get the food,” Peter orders, and Evan looks up to see Chad starting at them with a wrecked expression on his face. Chad doesn’t obey, staring at Evan with intense longing as his huge erection leaks like a faucet.
“Chad!” Peter growls, making Chad jump. He looks surprised, then quickly moves to do as he’s told. He opens the door, unconcerned that anyone might see him naked, and grabs the bags of food that have been left by the door.
Evan hadn’t heard Logan knock, but at some point when Peter was pounding him he must have. It annoys him that Peter had been aware enough of his surroundings to notice it while he hadn’t. Evan wants his alpha to be just as caught up in their mating as he is.
Then again, alphas need to be on the lookout for threats in a way omegas don’t. They’re wired differently. Evan can afford to let go and trust Peter to protect him, but Peter needs to be constantly on guard. Needs to be ready to protect him.
Feeling better, Evan watches as Chad closes the door and brings the food over to Peter’s desk. He pulls out several containers, grabbing two before taking a seat on the floor right in front of Peter and Evan. He hands one of the containers to Peter, who takes it and pulls off the lid. A delicious smell wafts up to Evan’s nose, making his belly grumble.
“I think he’s hungry,” Peter says, rubbing Evan’s stomach. Chad laughs, pulling the lid off his container.
Peter hand feeds him, fingers pushing into his mouth and sliding over his tongue as Chad watches with wide eyes, chewing slowly. Evan doesn’t know what kind of food he’s eating, but the succulent pieces of meat inside the little doughy balls tastes wonderful.
Eventually Peter’s knot starts to go down, and Evan is lifted up, both alphas lending steadying hands until he can stand without toppling over. He smiles up at Chad, the handsome alpha vibrating with need.
Evan is ready for him.
“Chad, you can take the rest of the day off. Evan, you’ll go with him,” Peter says, gathering his clothes off the floor. He looks primal and strong, muscles rolling under his skin; pumped and ready to burst into action. Peter gets dressed, and if it weren’t for the fact that he reeked of sex and mating pheromones, you never would have been able to tell he’d just been knot deep in his omega.
“Can we—"
“I don’t want you having sex at the office,” Peter interrupts, obviously knowing what Chad wants. Chad looks mutinous, a frown pulling his mouth down.
“You—" he starts, but Peter cuts him off, voice deathly quiet.
“Are you arguing with me?” Peter asks, the words dangerous. Chad takes a step back, a shocked look on his face. Peter stalks towards him, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to his knees. Evan watches the display with a thundering heart. The air is thick with tension, every fiber of Chad’s body bending submissively to Peter. It’s a shocking sight.
“No. I’m sorry. I’ll take Evan home,” Chad says, the words submissive. Peter looks down at him with intense eyes, looming over him like a dark god. He lets go of Chad’s hair, touching his cheek tenderly before grabbing his jaw and holding him tight.
“I know it’s hard for you, Chad, but I expect you to be in control of yourself. Even when it comes to Evan. Do you understand?”
Chad lowers his eyes, mumbling, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now get dressed and go home. Your cock doesn’t leave your pants until you’re back in the apartment. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Peter lets go of Chad’s chin, leaving Chad kneeling on the floor, chest heaving like he’s just run a marathon. The dominance Peter exudes is choking, and Evan thinks that if Peter ever spoke to him like that he would die of a heart attack on the spot.
Chad pulls himself together, getting dressed and tucking his rock hard cock back in his pants. Peter picks Evan’s clothes up off the floor, handing them to him with a kindly smile.
“Are you OK with going home to have sex with Chad?” Peter asks, Chad freezing as he waits to hear Evan’s answer.
“Yes, sir,” Evan says, his hole already anticipating the other alpha’s knot. He can’t wait to have Chad’s eager hands on him, cock pushing into him and fucking with an uncontrolled enthusiasm that’s simply fun.
“Good. I expect you to behave for him, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Evan says. Peter ruffles his hair. The tension from earlier is gone, and Evan lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“You don’t have to call me Sir,” Peter says, “Just call me Peter.”
“OK, Peter,” Evan replies, ducking his head and grinning. He doesn’t know what just happened, but everything seems like it’s OK now. Chad is fully dressed, standing by the door ready to leave.
Evan hurries to pull his clothes back on. He steps towards Chad, looking questioningly at Peter to see what he should do. He doesn’t want to leave with Chad until the more dominant alpha says that it’s all right.
“You may go,” Peter says, moving back into position behind his desk. He looks pleased that Evan waited for his permission. Evan smiles and heads towards the door, about to step out of the office when Chad lifts him up and throws him over his shoulder and practically runs out the door.
He can hear Peter laughing behind them.
***
Chad can’t believe that Peter hadn’t let him fuck Evan in his office. Peter had done it. It was so unfair he’d hardly been able to think straight.
He’d almost challenged his alpha. It’s like a lump of ice in his stomach. He feels shaky with it, and he knows that when he goes to sleep tonight, he’ll be replaying the incident over and over in his mind.
Chad has challenged Peter exactly once. He barely remembers what it was about—not one of the big things like quitting active duty or when Peter barred him from the omega houses—only that it set his teeth on edge when Peter had told him no. Had made him see red.
While he doesn’t remember why he challenged Peter, he does remember how hard he went down. How Peter had him on the floor in two seconds flat, teeth over his neck like he was about to rip his throat out. How Peter’s growl had come from deep within his chest, so filled with fury that Chad’s balls had almost crawled back into his body. Peter had jumped back, a look of shock on his face. He’d left the room, Chad on the floor so
scared he’d almost pissed himself.
Peter had lost control and had almost left Chad because of it.
Chad doesn’t mind that he lost the fight. It was the obvious outcome. He’s much stronger than the average alpha, but Peter is a fucking beast. But Peter had reacted to Chad’s challenge as though he was any other alpha. There had been no moment of consideration or hesitation. He had been challenged, blatantly, and he had reacted as was his nature. Swiftly, harshly and without mercy. That Chad was his mate, the man he pulled close in sleep, hadn’t mattered a bit.
That he pulled back at the last second has never made a difference to Peter. All that matters is that he lost control, not how fast he regained it.
Chad knows that if it happens again Peter will leave him. Peter would do it for Chad’s own good, sure, but he would still do it. Would say he was too dangerous and live the rest of his life alone.
It’s not like Peter doesn’t let Chad argue. Chad argues all the time. It’s about the tone of the argument. Peter is an alpha that demands respect. Always. It’s one of the things Chad most likes and admires about him. If Peter wasn’t the alpha he was, Chad would never have given his submission so willingly.
But he needs to stop thinking about it. Evan is hanging over his shoulder, tight little body just waiting to be mounted. To be dominated and owned by his alpha. The scent of slick and Peter’s come saturates the air, making Chad’s balls pull up, heavy and full. It’s even worse when they get in the elevator. The scent of their combined arousal fills the small space, mingling with the scent of sex and spent release.
The elevator takes them down to the parking garage, Chad having no patience to wait for their driver to get the car ready. The ride home is faster than it should be, Evan holding onto the door as Chad speeds through the city with just one thought in his mind. Get Evan home and fuck him.
Parking the car in their reserved space, Chad pulls Evan out of the car and once again hoists him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. It’s hot, making him feel like a caveman taking his captured omega back to his den.
Evan seems to find it just as hot, grinding his crotch into Chad’s chest as he moans wantonly.
“You ready to take my knot?” Chad growls as they wait to reach their floor.
“Yes,” Evan replies right away, voice breathless.
“You gonna be good for me? Gonna let me pound that hot little hole?”
“Yes, alpha. Yes,” Evan moans, grinding his hips down harder. He shudders with arousal, hands running over Chad’s back and down his sides, feeling him up.
The doors open on their floor, and Chad runs to the door, cursing when his unsteady hands don’t open the lock on the first try. His skin feels too tight, knot throbbing almost painfully.
The door opens, and Chad practically falls inside, slamming it shut behind him. He drops Evan to his feet, falling on the omega and ripping off his clothes in his haste to get the boy naked.
Evan doesn’t object. He lets Chad manhandle him and spin him around, clothes flying in every direction. Chad is in a hurry, breathing hard now that he finally has his omega naked and ready to be mounted. To be fucked and knotted.
But he wants to fuck Evan in his bedroom. On his bed, the scent of him and Peter saturating the sheets. He hoists Evan back up over his shoulder, discarded clothes forgotten on the floor, and runs to the bedroom. Evan makes a squealing, gleeful sound, and Chad hurries. He crashes into the bedroom, heading for the huge, sumptuous bed and throws his omega down onto the mattress. Evan bounces once, little cock flopping, before Chad pounces.
Evan arches up into Chad’s body, writhing in pleasure as Chad kisses his way down his body. Neck, nipples and down to his taut belly, Chad worships the omega with his tongue until he reaches his hard little cock. A cursory lick before briefly sucking the whole thing into his mouth, and he moves on. He nestles his body down between Evan’s thighs, pushing Evan’s legs up over his chest so that his hole is exposed. Chad attacks the sweet little hole with his mouth, the taste of Peter’s spent load on his tongue, mixing perfectly with Evan’s slick. Chad can’t wait to add his seed to the mix.
Freshly fucked, Evan doesn’t need any stretching. Chad frees his cock, hand clumsy and eager, and groans when the hard length springs free.
“You ready?” he growls, looming over Evan’s body, looking down into the omega’s face with lust in his eyes.
“Yeah,” Evan says, nodding as he grabs his legs, holding them up and out of the way. Making it easier for Chad to fuck him. “I want it.”
Chad grabs the base of his cock and aims it at Evan’s greedy hole, pushing in and falling forward all in one go. Evan’s legs are pinned to his chest by Chad’s muscular pecs, his hole filled by Chad’s big cock in one hard thrust.
“Oh,” he says when Chad bottoms out, wonder in his voice. Chad pushes his forehead down against Evan’s face, kissing him as he enjoys the tight clench of his ass. Licking into Evan’s mouth, swallowing his breathy whimpers, Chad feels huge and strong. Like a stud.
“You ready?” he asks, grabbing both of his omega’s shoulders for leverage. Evan is pushed into the mattress, legs pinned between Chad’s arms and under his chest. He’s spread open, completely at Chad’s mercy.
“Yes,” he says, pupils blown wide open. His chest is rising and falling fast, breath coming in rabbit quick little gasps.
Chad grins, pulls his cock almost all the way out, and slams it in. Evan grunts, and before he can draw another breath, Chad does it again.
Chad sets up a punishing rhythm, pounding Evan’s sweet little ass as hard and fast as he can. Evan seems to love every second of it, moaning and whining, mouth at one point reaching down to bite at the hand pinning him down; the only part of Chad he can reach.
Chad, sensing that Evan wants to taste him, curls his body down and kisses the boy, still thrusting his cock like a jackhammer. Evan moans into Chad’s mouth, kissing him back eagerly.
The kiss is nice, but suddenly Chad feels an extra touch that has his hips stuttering, and his knot throbs in need. Evan has reached his hands up between them, fingers finding Chad’s sensitive nipples. The omega squeezes Chad’s nipples, rolling them between his fingers and tugging on them gently.
It’s too much. Chad comes, shooting thick ropes of come deep into Evan’s ass. His knot swells up fast, pushing past Evan’s rim one final time before lodging itself tight.
“Fuck!” he grunts, feeling amazing. His cock shoots load after load of sweet seed into his omega’s ass, the boy still playing with his nipples; squeezing them just right.
After about a minute, Chad has mostly stopped shooting, but the squeeze on his knot is still intense and wonderful. He pulls his chest up, Evan’s legs spread out on either side of him, the little omega hanging off his knot and notices that his abs are wet. Looking down he sees that Evan has come too, shooting his little load as Chad knotted him.
It’s hot as hell. Chad grins, leaning down for a pleased kiss. When he pulls back, Evan is breathless, grinning wide and sleepy, looking utterly relaxed and content.
Chad picks him up and spins him around until Evan is nestled into the curve of his body, the drag on his knot making him wince in pleasure. He holds the omega tight, lifting his leg and draping it over the boy’s thighs as he pins an arm over his chest.
“That was good,” he says, laughing. He feels high as a kite.
“Yeah,” Evan says, sounding just as satisfied.
“We should do that all the time,” Chad says and rolls a little, pinning Evan with half his body. He likes being curled around the omega, both shielding him from the world and making sure the boy knows just who he belongs to.
“All the time,” Evan agrees.
Evan grabs his arm, startling him, pulling it higher over his chest, holding on to him. He lays his head down on Chad’s bicep, getting comfortable and closing his eyes.
Chad just grins, letting the omega go to sleep.
***
It’s been three days, an
d Evan feels pretty great. Chad and Peter fuck him several times a day—keeping him satisfied and happy—but they also talk to him. They listen to what he has to say, and it’s the most amazing thing Evan has ever experienced.
His fears of being an ornament, something to be brought out and played with, have not come true—and he’s so thankful and happy he can hardly believe it’s real.
So obviously, after sitting down for breakfast with Chad and Peter and discussing where he wants to go to art school—can you believe that?—is when the first real damper on his happy new relationship glow appears.
Peter has told him to look at the different school websites to get an idea of which one might suit him best, handing him Chad’s laptop.
“Have you used a computer before?” Peter asks, Evan putting the feather-light machine on his lap. He nods. The machines they had at the center were ancient desktops, and something tells him that Peter’s internet will allow him to look at things that aren’t the omega network.
