by D. J. Heart
Omega - Part Four
Betrayed
By D.J. Heart
2015 Copyright © by D.J. Heart
Peter blinks blearily, a grin stretching his lips as he realizes that the amazing wet suction on his balls isn’t a dream. Evan has apparently decided to make a morning snack of Peter’s groin, and Peter isn’t going to complain. His legs have been pushed apart, Evan occupying the cozy space between his thighs with typical omega contentment, licking his way from Peter’s heavy balls and down his taint.
It’s the best kind of wake up.
“Good morning,” Peter crows, pulling the covers away from his body. Evan looks up at him like the cat that ate the canary, his face shiny with spit, lips red and puffy. Peter glances away from the enticing sight, wondering where the third part of their little trio has gone off to.
“Where’s Chad?” he asks, moving his hand down and rubbing Evan’s hair. Evan nuzzles into his palm, resting his cheek on Peter’s inner thigh, nose buried at the root of his cock.
“He went to get breakfast,” Evan says, breath hot and moist on Peter’s skin, ghosting over the wet surface of his sac. Fisting his hand loosely in Evan’s hair, Peter pulls him up a little and positions Evan’s mouth at the base of his shaft, right at the beginning of the thick vein running up the underside of his cock. Evan sticks out his tongue, lapping at his shaft like a kitten. It’s teasing, and not at all what Peter wants. He wants Evan to be sloppy, licking and slobbering his way up Peter’s mighty shaft until it’s drenched.
“Come on, show me how greedy you are for it,” Peter commands. Evan looks up at him through his lashes, eyes wide and hungry for his alpha. Peter imagines what it would be like to have Evan like this, but hogtied, helpless between Peter’s legs as he’s forced to lick and suck whatever Peter commands.
Something for another day.
Evan distracts him from his fantasy by pushing up on his elbows, capturing the head of Peter’s cock in his mouth and sucking in his cheeks. Tongue working the sensitive area just under the head of Peter’s cock, teasing his slit, Peter’s hand in Evan’s hair tightens to the point of pain. Still, Evan just sucks him harder, taking more of his length down his throat.
He’s so fucking good Peter could shoot his load any minute.
The door opens and Peter’s eyes shoot open. He hadn’t even noticed they were closed. Chad is standing in the doorway with a big tray of food and coffee, dressed only in his boxer briefs. The bulge in his underwear is huge, the head of his cock sticking out over the waistband - his shaft just too big to fit in the tight undies. It’s a mouth watering sight, and from the look on his face Chad knows it.
“I’m gone for ten minutes and you start without me?” Chad asks, mock pouting. Evan doesn’t pull off Peter’s cock, but he does hum his agreement. The vibrations do things to Peter’s cock that have his balls pulling up tight in pleasure.
“Why don’t you take his ass,” Peter offers with a smile. The alarm isn’t going off for another forty minutes, so there's time for sex before he and Chad have to go in for work. It’s their first day back after the two weeks they’ve taken off to be with Evan, and Peter refuses to be late.
Chad grins, setting the food on the nightstand and grabbing a bottle of lube, slicking up his cock eagerly.
“Prep him,” Peter warns, to which Chad only nods distractedly. He kneels down behind Evan, a look of intense concentration on his face, and Peter can feel the exact minute the younger alpha penetrates their omega. Evan stops sucking for a moment, choking on Peter’s cock as his concentration is broken by the finger pushing its way into his ass.
“Take it easy,” Peter warns. He’s being generous, sharing Evan, and he doesn’t want his blow job ruined because Chad is being too eager.
“I am!” Chad exclaims, impatiently adding a third finger to Evan’s hole and fucking them in and out. Peter rolls his eyes, smiling as he grabs Evan’s hair with both hands, holding him still as he starts fucking his cock in and out of the boy’s throat. Evan coughs and chokes a little on the first few thrusts, pushing on Peter’s thighs to get away, but he quickly adjusts. Peter grins, admiring the flex of Chad’s muscular body as he works the omega open, Evan’s throat tight and wet around his cock.
It’s just about the most perfect way to start the day Peter can think of.
“He’s ready,” Chad declares, lining up his dripping cock with Evan’s hole. He looks to Peter, waiting for the OK to enter. Peter nods his head and Chad pushes inside, Evan moaning around Peter’s cock in his mouth.
“Fuck that’s good,” Chad says, grabbing Evan’s hips and holding him still as he pulls out, only to slam back in. Evan shudders, fingers scrambling for purchase as his body is used by his alphas. Peter pulls out of his throat until just the head of his cock remains in Evan’s mouth, letting him focus on the cock in his ass. Still, Evan is a good boy. He licks and sucks on Peter’s cock like it’s a particularly delicious treat, and Peter is hurtling towards orgasm just as fast as he was when Evan was deep-throating him.
“I’m going to come,” Chad announces, making Peter grin. Chad is like a teenager; a few thrusts and he’s done. It’s adorable.
“You want Chad to come inside you?” Peter asks Evan, stroking his hair and cupping the back of his head. Evan mumbles something around the cock in his mouth that sounds like a yes, and Peter grins. He’s almost ready to come himself.
“You heard him,” Peter says to Chad, watching the younger alpha’s face as his cock erupts into orgasm. The thought of Chad filling Evan with his seed, knot locking them together, is just what Peter needs. Knot safely out of Evan’s mouth, Peter is free to come whenever he pleases. He doesn’t give Evan any warning, and before the omega can prepare himself thick ropes of come are shooting towards the back of his throat; filling his mouth to the brim. Peter’s knot swells as he comes and he grabs Evan’s hands and place them over the fat engorgement. Evan squeezes down, spurt after spurt of come shooting into his mouth as his hands dutifully milk Peter’s cock. Evan drinks it all down like he’s starving for it, lapping at the slit of Peter’s bulbous head like it’s feeding him manna.
Peter gets up on his knees and looks down on Evan’s face. His lips are puffy, his eyes glazed over, and he looks supremely happy. Peter wipes a glob of come out of the corner of his mouth, feeding it back to him. Evan sucks on his finger, looking up at him like a submissive little angel.
“Why don’t you two get comfortable while I get the food,” Peter says, stepping off the bed so that Chad can arrange himself into a more convenient position.
“Thanks,” Chad says, wrapping his arm under Evan’s body and pulling him up against his chest. Evan groans as Chad flips them over, knot no doubt pulling on his hole, the alpha arranging them so that Evan is sitting in his lap - impaled on his cock - with Chad leaning comfortably against the headboard.
Peter grabs the tray of food, the sight of Chad and Evan waiting for him to feed them - to provide for them - making him feel a sense of satisfaction so primal and overwhelming he can’t help the rumbling purr that escapes his chest.
Crawling back up on the bed, Evan and Chad happy and fucked out, he thinks:
It’s good to be the alpha.
***
Freshly showered and dressed in his favorite nice jeans, Chad heads toward the closet in search of a new shirt. His favorite navy blue button down has a stain on it, and Peter has demanded he take it off and go find a new one. That he gets away with wearing jeans is victory enough for Chad, so he won’t complain when his alpha demands that his clothes at the very least be clean.
Walking past the big bed where he and Peter just finished fucking Evan, pants getting tight of the heady scent of sex, Chad comes to
a halt in the closet doorway. He grins wide when he sees Evan standing in front of the mirror getting dressed, looking fresh faced and adorable.
He’d wondered where the omega was hiding.
He takes a minute to observe Evan, watching him fiddle with the buttons on his cuffs, fingers made clumsy by nerves. The way his face is scrunched up in concentration is just too cute. He’d been distracted this morning by sex, but right now it’s obvious that the only thing on his mind is his first visit to his new school. Chad takes advantage of his distraction and moves forward, stalking the oblivious omega like a hunter stalks his prey.
Evan hasn’t noticed his entry, too caught up in his own thoughts to hear the almost silent steps of Chad’s bare feet, and Chad grins like a shark as he gets closer and closer. Moving fast, keeping himself out of the mirror’s view, he darts forward and grabs Evan around the middle. His hunt successful, he pulls Evan into a tight hug, startling him into a happy laugh as he squishes him against his muscular chest.
“Got you,” he exclaims, lifting Evan straight off the floor and giving him a kiss. Their teeth clash as Evan laughs into his mouth.
“Stop it, I need to get dressed,” Evan says when Chad pulls back, half halfheartedly pushing him away with his fists. Chad drops the barely struggling boy back to his feet, resting his hand on the nape of his neck and stilling him.
Evan is fully dressed, Chad standing bare chested in just his jeans, and the contrast has Chad’s cock standing at attention. While he’d like nothing better than to strip Evan naked and spend the day fucking him, working him over with his cock until he’s exhausted and reduced to whimpers, he’ll have to make due with some hugging and groping.
But even just hugging feels good. Amazing, even. Holding Evan in his arms feels right, and when Evan goes limp and submissive, letting himself relax and rest his head on Chad’s chest, Chad feels a swell of such affection he hardly knows what to do with it.
“Good boy,” he rumbles, enjoying the moment. Evan nuzzles his nose into the cleft between Chad’s bulging pecs, sniffing his freshly showered skin and rubbing his cheek against the firm muscle. It feels really good.
“We don’t have time for this,” Evan says as he rubs his face up and down Chad’s rounded pecs, making no move to end the lingering embrace. Chad hums his agreement. Neither one of them lets go.
The doorbell rings and Chad lets out a sigh. Aiden must has arrived to start his job as Evan’s bodyguard. He’s right on time, the fucker.
Chad hates sending his omega off with the cocky asshole - knowing that Aiden is not equipped to calm Evan’s nerves in the way he or Peter is - and that he probably doesn’t even care that Evan is nervous.
But there’s no helping it. If Chad is going to get a new bodyguard in time for Evan to start school - one who’s been vetted properly and who’s not a douchebag - he needs Evan to offer Peter an objection to Aiden that isn’t based on Chad’s dislike. He needs Evan to come to Peter with a real issue. Chad has no doubt that Aiden will prove himself unsuitable, he just needs to give the cocky alpha a chance.
“You’ll have your phone, OK?” Chad says, still holding Evan tight, “Call me if you need anything. Anything at all.”
“I will,” Evan says, Chad letting him go and holding him by the shoulders so that he can look him in the face. Evan looks up at him through his lashes, fingers curling in the waistband of Chad’s jeans. The fingers feel soft and warm, the sensation making Chad’s cock stand at attention. Jeans tight, Chad forgets about Aiden and Peter, the only thing that matters the omega in front of him.
"We don't have time for that," Evan says again, smiling and looking down on Chad's bulge with amusement in his eyes. Still, he doesn’t pull back his hand.
“I didn’t say anything,” Chad says, massaging Evan’s shoulders as he pulls him back against his body. Evan lets out a needy sigh as Chad cradles his head in his broad palm, pushing him into his naked chest.
There’s a sound from the door, and Chad doesn’t even have to look to know that it’s Peter. He can feel the other alpha’s disapproving eyes on him.
“We need to get going, Chad. You’re not even dressed yet,” Peter says from the door, looking down at his Blackberry and frowning. He’s fully dressed, coat and gloves and all, and he’s clearly not amused by Chad’s dawdling.
“Sorry, just having a last minute talk with Evan,” Chad explains, dropping his arms from around Evan’s body and hurriedly pulling on a fitted button down shirt before stepping into his nice dress boots. All he needs is his coat from the closet and he’ll be ready to go. Peter looks at Evan, slipping his Blackberry into the pocket on his coat.
“How do you feel?” he asks, voice gentle and kind, walking into the room and laying a hand on Evan’s shoulder.
Evan leans into the touch, closing his eyes, and Chad would bet money that he doesn’t realize he’s nuzzling the back of Peter’s glove with his cheek. Peter smiles and pulls his hand away, crossing his arms. Evan starts, blushing when he realizes what he’d been doing. He steps back, not looking Peter in the eye.
“I feel fine,” he says, unconvincingly. The gentle smile slips off Peter’s face.
Chad wants to tell him not to worry - that he’ll take the day off work and go with him on the tour of the school - but he and Peter need to go to work. They’ve taken two weeks off, the standard time allotted by Peter’s company when an alpha gets an omega, and taking more time off than he gives to his employees would go against Peter’s idea of leading by example - and is thus completely off the table. It annoys Chad now, but the way Peter holds himself to the same standards and rules as his employees is one of the things Chad most admires about the older alpha.
Peter reaches out and settles his hand on the back of Evan’s neck, mirroring Chad’s earlier action, and pulls him in for a half hug. He kisses Evan’s forehead, smiling softly and letting him go.
It catches Chad off guard a little, seeing how much Peter cares. This thing with Aiden is a weird blind spot, not a sign that he’s indifferent to Evan’s happiness. Chad needs to remember that Peter wants Evan to be happy just as much as he does, he just genuinely believes that Aiden is going to be a good fit.
Chad doesn’t get it.
“Aiden will take good care of you. The school has a nice tour planned for you, and I arranged with one of their advisors to talk with you about classes. You’ll be fine.” Peter smiles reassuringly, but Chad can tell that Evan isn’t convinced.
He didn’t know that Peter had done all that.
“You can’t come with me?” Evan asks, surprising both Chad and Peter. He looks vulnerable and hopeful, and all Chad wants to do is pack him up in a hug and tell him yes. Peter looks conflicted, but he shakes his head no.
“Chad and I need to go to work, Evan. We could postpone your tour, if you want, but I think this will be good for you. And Aiden will make sure nothing bad happens,” Peter says, cupping Evan’s jaw and stroking his cheek with his thumb.
“Sorry, I’ll go. I shouldn’t be so whiny,” Evan says, visibly pulling himself together. He smiles, and it’s not entirely faked. Chad feels relieved, proud of Evan for being so strong. It’s amazing how far he’s come in just two weeks. How much he trusts them.
“You’re not whiny,” Peter says with a chuckle, stepping back, “But I am glad you’re going. I really think it will be good for you.”
And that seems to be that. Peter leads him and Evan out of the bedroom and towards the outer hallway where Aiden is waiting, smiling brightly at the other alpha. Aiden returns the smile, teeth gleaming artificially white.
Chad snorts when he sees what the douchebag is wearing, rolling his eyes. Aiden, decked out in a slick fitted suit, sunglasses and leather gloves, notices and purses his mouth. It seems nobody told him the point of a bodyguard was to be inconspicuous. He’s going to stick out like a sore thumb at the Obrey Institute. A very intimidating sore thumb.
“Hey puppy, Evan,” Aiden greets them, nodding at Evan before taking o
ff his sunglasses and gloves, shoving them both in his pockets. His smile to Chad is sharp and insincere, and Chad can’t believe that Peter doesn’t notice.
Evan moves back a little, drawing Cad’s attention. Though he’d been fine the last time he and Aiden met, Evan seems a little intimidated now. He hangs back, letting Peter and Chad shield him from the other alpha. Peter will have none of it, pulling Evan out in front of him so that he’s not hiding.
“Say hello, Evan,” Peter commands, hand resting on Evan’s shoulder. Aiden watches him critically, waiting for Evan to follow Peter’s command.
“Hi,” Evan says, lifting his face to meet Aiden’s gaze.
“Hello,” Aiden replies, looking from Evan to Peter with an amused smile. “I’m ready to go to college, how about you, Evan?” he asks, making the words seem like a joke.
Evan takes his words at face value, or pretends to, answering happily, “I am. I can’t wait.”