by D. J. Heart
Evan sits still as a mouse, looking forlorn. He whispers, “Sorry,” head turned down and not eating.
“Have you broken a rule or defied one of us?” Peter asks conversationally though it’s impossible not to answer him. Chad knows what it’s like to be the subject of Peter’s attention—has grown used to it—but for an omega it must be intense.
Evan hunches his shoulders, the scent of fear coming off him in distressing waves. Chad looks to Peter, but the older alpha holds up a finger for him to be quiet.
“I don’t think so, sir,” Evan whispers, still looking at his lap as though it contains all the answers to the mysteries of the universe.
“Then you have no reason to be sorry. Neither Chad nor I am in any way upset with you. Now, please eat your food.”
Evan looks up, ducking his head right back down when he sees that Peter is looking straight at him.
“Yes, sir,” he says, the smell of fear has abated, though he’s still tense and nervous. He scoops some scrambled eggs onto a piece of toast, cuts it in half and brings it to his lips. Chad can’t help but wonder what those pink lips will feel like wrapped around his cock, and his hand reaches down to give his bulge a squeeze-
“Not at the table, Chad,” Peter admonishes him, looking stern and completely unaffected in his three-piece suit. Chad wonders what it would be like to have such iron control. Both he and Evan are still reaping the benefits of the scent neutralizer, and he knows for a fact that Peter hasn’t used any. The older alpha is just that in control of himself and his instincts that he can have dinner with a leaking virgin omega as though it were nothing. It’s amazing, is what it is.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, Evan looking at him with a confused expression.
“How do you like your eggs?” Peter asks the omega, once again turning the full force of his attention on the omega. Chad knows that Peter is doing it intentionally, so that the first time Evan experiences it won’t be when he’s impaled on a knot and vulnerable as hell. If they can get him at least a little used to them, taking his virginity will go much better.
Evan is an omega, so he can’t complain or resist either way, but if he trusts them—at least a little—he won’t be afraid and the experience will be good for him. It’s one of those things that Chad never would have considered, but once Peter had pointed out, had seemed obvious.
“Uhm… They’re very good, sir. Thank you, sir,” Evan says, looking down at his food.
“I’m glad. If you have any requests for food in the future, don’t hesitate to tell us or to call down yourself. We don’t cook for ourselves, and we don’t expect you to do so either. The same goes for cleaning. Unless you’d like to take over those duties, but that’s up to you.”
Evan looks overwhelmed and confused, and when he picks up his knife to cut his second piece of toast in half his grip is white knuckled.
“Yes, sir,” he says, not picking up his toast. Chad watches him, wondering what’s going on in his cute little head, what he’s feeling. Peter completely ignores his obvious discomfort, bulldozing on.
“Do you have any questions?”
Evan shakes his head. “No, sir.”
“No? None at all?” Peter asks again, this time adding an edge of warning in his voice. Evan’s shoulders pull up, his whole body tense.
“I guess… What should I do if I’m not cooking and cleaning?” Evan asks, looking up through his lashes. He looks so good, and Chad just wants to pull him down under the table and put him between his thighs, letting him go to work on his cock with those perfect cupid’s bow lips.
Evan is everything Chad’s ever wanted in an omega. Slim, but muscled, wide shoulders and a trim waist—perfectly proportioned, but smaller than an alpha. Just big enough that he can take some rough handling, small enough that Chad can cradle him under his chin and protect him with his bigger body. Chad looks up and catches Peter giving him an amused look, blushing. Sometimes Peter makes him feel like such a teenager; it’s embarrassing.
“That’s up to you. I understand you have some basic schooling, and if you’d like to continue your studies that can be arranged. There are also a number of jobs you could train for, without going back to school. Or you could stay here, get yourself figured out before you make any big decisions,” Peter says. Evan’s eyes go wide at all the options Peter is presenting. Chad knows it’s unusual for omegas to be given any choice at all, so he’s not surprised that Evan is surprised. “As long as your behavior doesn’t reflect poorly on me or Chad, what you do is up to you.”
Peter reaches out, placing his hand on the back of Evan’s neck. Chad knows from experience how heavy that hand is. How it feels like every inch of you is suddenly controlled and owned—and from the looks of it Evan has an even more extreme reaction than Chad does as an alpha. He leans back into Peter’s grip, body going limp and submissive. Evan looks perfect, and seeing his alpha and omega mates together sends blood rushing to Chad’s cock, balls pulling up tight. He swallows, drool filling his mouth. Peter gives him a knowing and smug look.
“Good boy,” Peter rumbles, his voice coming from deep within his chest. Chad’s cock leaks, that tone of voice something he’s not used to hearing without first having taken Peter’s knot up his ass. It’s not something they do often—it hurts, and he’s not built for it—but having Peter’s praise, his rumbling approval, makes it worth it every time. Peter has let him know in clear terms that getting an omega does not mean that Chad’s hole is off the hook, and honestly he’s more than fine with that.
“I know this is scary and new for you, but you’re doing very well,” Peter continues, placing his other hand on Evan’s chest, rubbing it in firm circles. He’s putting the boy under, and Chad hopes it isn’t too much for him. “We’re going to finish eating; then we’re going to go to bed and cuddle. We won’t fuck you until you ask us to, do you understand?”
Evan’s eyes move up slowly, blinking as he stares at the cleft in Peter’s chin, nodding slowly. “Yes, sir. I understand,” he says, sounding drugged and out of it. Peter gives his neck a gentle little shake, and Chad knows from experience that Evan’s whole body is feeling like there’s an earthquake, before dropping his hand and going back to his food.
It takes Evan a few minutes before the submissive haze he’s in even begins to leave. His toast sits untouched, and when his eyes finally focus—the glazed look fading slowly—it’s to stare at the nipple poking out from Chad’s flimsy tank top. Chad flexes his pecs, and Evan’s body rocks back as though he’s been punched. Chad smirks while Evan's face turns beet red as he hurries to pick up his food and eat. Peter catches Chad’s eye and smiles, looking pleased. It’s a very good sign that Evan is attracted to them. Some omegas only react to the alpha pheromones, never reacting to anything beyond the most primitive trigger. Had Evan been one of those, Chad doesn’t know what he would have done.
Then again, he’s willing to bet that Peter has had more than a little say in the selection of their new mate. That he’s found them the best omega available.
“If you would like to, you may sit in Chad’s lap when you’re done eating,” Peter says. Evan’s mouth stills mid-chew as his eyes flick towards Chad’s body. Chad smirks, but he’s breathing faster, hoping that Evan will take Peter up on his offer. He wants to feel the omega straddle his leg, rocking his little cock into his thigh as he buries his adorable little face in Chad’s huge pecs, licking his muscles like a little slut… It takes Chad a few seconds to realize that his reaction has been obvious and intense. Evan stares at him with wide, hungry eyes, and Peter looks smug and completely in control.
Evan starts eating a little faster, gulping down a glass of water before sliding off his chair, eyes glued to Peter’s face, as though to check that what he’s doing is OK. Peter just smiles and eats his food, watching as the omega inches closer and closer to Chad. The nearer he gets, the slower he moves, as though he’s reluctant to follow through. Chad decides to give him a little push and slowly slides his chair
away from the table, angling himself towards the omega and spreading his legs. Evan shudders, his whole body affected, before he practically falls forward and into Chad’s lap. Chad catches him, body tight, warm and just the right size, and lifts him up and lets him straddle his thigh. He pulls him in, letting him rest his face on his pecs, holding him still with a gentle hand on the back of his neck.
At first Evan is stiff, Chad’s cock digging into his stomach, but after a few seconds, when it becomes obvious that this is all Chad is going to do, he melts into the embrace, resting his face on Chad’s chest with a deep sigh.
Chad is so lost in the pleasure of omega that he almost misses the look on Peter’s face. It startles him, the sheer possessiveness directed at him and Evan; Peter’s gaze proprietary, proud and smug. As though he’s thinking, I own this. The older alpha has, knot deep in Chad’s hole, said things to that effect. Has confessed, reverently, you’re the nicest thing I own. It had been both creepy and touching, and Chad knows that Peter would do anything for him. Do anything to make him happy. He wonders with a start if that willingness now extends to Evan, as well. He’s not sure how he feels about sharing his position as Peter’s most prized possession though he might now have an idea of how the older alpha feels.
“I want you to ride his thigh, Evan. Hump it until you’ve come in your pants,” Peter says, and holy mother of god, he can’t just say things like that. Chad whines, Evan’s slick soaking his sweats, the idea that he has to wait while the omega writhes on his lap and gets off… it’s too much. But Peter is watching him, trapping him with his gaze, and as Evan obeys the command, at first shyly, then wantonly, Chad using the older alpha’s stare to ground himself. Evan is humping his leg, hard little cock rubbed and stimulated inside his pants, arms wrapped around Chad as he pushes his face into his chest. Chad and Peter maintain eye contact, Peter smirking as sweat drips down Chad’s brow. When Evan finally comes—letting out a shocked little whimper as he tries to climb further onto Chad’s lap, trying to get his ass over his alpha’s cock—Chad pulls him close, squeezing his muscular arms around Evan’s smaller body, lifting him up and putting him over his-
“Back to your seat, Evan. We’ll continue this later.” Peter’s words are like a bucket of ice. His tone is mild, but there's a core of steel that can’t be defied. Chad’s arms tremble as he lifts Evan to the floor, the omega looking dazed. Evan’s pupils are wide and dilated, his breathing short and jagged as he obeys Peter’s command and stumbles back into his seat.
“That’s very good,” Peter praises them, voice low and hot. He sounds affected, and that more than anything amazes Chad. That Peter is so turned on by their show that his impenetrable, cool facade has cracked. Evan looks as pleased as Chad feels, ducking his head and smiling. There’s a small wet spot on his crotch, but it has nothing on the sloppy dark stain that covers Chad’s thigh.
Evan is ready for them, and Peter needs to stop dragging this out. Needs to put them all out of their misery. But the alpha eats his food, taking his usual time and savoring the feast, looking between Chad and Evan with a smug smile that makes Chad feel both annoyed and hot.
He’ll just have to be a good boy and wait. Peter will never be rushed, and this is no exception.
***
Evan feels almost delirious. He’s done eating, and so is Chad, but Peter is taking his time; ignoring the way Evan’s hole is leaking and the way Chad’s cock is trying to break free from his sweats.
Evan had been nervous about his first time—dreaded it really—but now all he wants is to get it… well, not over with. He just wants it.
“Come on, let’s get a little more comfortable,” Peter says when he’s done eating. The alpha stands, buttoning his suit jacket closed and walks out of the room. Chad jumps up after him and lifts Evan out of his chair, throwing him over his shoulder to follow. Chad’s shoulder is wide and muscular, and Evan has an amazing view of the alpha’s ass.
They reach the bedroom, and Chad lowers Evan to the ground, pulling him back against his chest and folding his arms around him. They stand there, silently, and watch as Peter strips.
It’s methodical and precise, each item of clothing coming off with a deliberateness that’s got Evan’s ass aching. When Peter pulls off his shirt and reveals his powerfully muscled chest, Evan has to close his mouth, blushing furiously and hoping that Peter doesn’t see him drooling. Peter doesn’t pay him any attention, stepping out of his shoes and sliding off his belt, wrapping the length around his fingers before putting it down—and holy shit, Evan has never wanted someone to smack him with a belt but right now he’d be into it—before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his muscular thighs.
Evan stars at Peter’s almost naked form. The alpha is still wearing socks and boxer briefs, the fat length and head of his cock pushing against the fabric, and Evan wants nothing more than to get on his knees so that he can push his face into that bulge while Chad takes him from behind.
“Come here, Evan,” Peter commands. Feeling like a deer in the headlights, Evan obeys. He shuffles forward, Peter’s imposing body seeming bigger and bigger the closer he gets, until suddenly he’s being lifted into the air, ass sitting on Peter’s palm as the alpha’s other hand cradles his neck. Peter lifts him up and brings their mouths together, capturing Evan’s lips in his first kiss.
It’s almost too much, but Evan doesn’t have to do anything. Peter kisses him like he owns him, licking into his mouth and teasing his lips and teeth with his tongue. He feels like he’s being consumed, and he likes it. When Chad steps up behind them, plastering himself to Evan’s back and kissing his neck—sucking a deep bruise into the flesh—everything goes from good to better.
The kiss ends, and Evan is lowered to the ground, but he’s still trapped between the two alphas. They’re making out, lips crashing above him as Evan’s head is crushed between their muscular chests. Without knowing how he finds the courage, Evan places his lips over Peter’s nipple and sucks on it, licking the pert nub as he caresses the alpha’s areola with his lips. Peter doesn’t respond other than to kiss Chad harder, pulling him closer and trapping Evan even tighter.
“Kiss him,” Peter commands, stepping back and spinning Evan around, lifting him up to meet Chad’s lips. Chad eagerly cups the back of Evan’s head and kisses him hungrily. It’s different from Peter’s kiss—sloppy and eager—but just as good.
Peter takes the time to suck a hickey into the skin on Evan’s neck, working on the bruise already started by Chad. It hurts, but the pain feels good, shooting down his spine and into his cock like an electric current. His rim is fluttering, desperate to be stretched wide by the alphas’ thick cocks, and the emptiness he feels in his gut is getting steadily worse.
“Please!” he cries into Chad’s mouth when a cramp rips through his lower stomach, abs clenching in pain. He goes nowhere, held tight between the two alphas, but they notice his distress and pull away. Evan pants, breath hard and ragged, feeling like an animal in heat. He needs the alphas to fill him up. To give his hungry, needy hole what it wants.
“What do you want, Evan?” Peter asks, voice gravelly, snaking his arms down around Evan’s chest and pulling him in tight, breath hot and moist on his ear. Peter’s free hand comes to rest on Evan’s belly, soothing the cramps with the warm touch of his calloused fingers. Evan tries to think, to gather his thoughts so that he can tell them what he needs, but it’s too hard. He can’t think beyond the emptiness inside his hole where their cocks should be.
“I’m empty,” he complains, voice cracking as tears gather in his eyes. Peter remains calm while Chad looks at him with a wrecked expression that looks as desperate as he feels.
“Peter, we have to—" Chad starts, but Peter shushes him. Chad’s lips clamp together, though he whines, needy and agitated, tripping from foot to foot as though he has to pee.
“Do you want us to fuck you, Evan? You want your alphas to knot your hole and fill you up with our seed?” Peter asks, as slick gushes hope
fully from Evan’s hole.
“Yes!” he cries, pushing his ass back towards his alpha, wanting his knot more than anything. Peter kisses the back of Evan’s neck, giving the lobe of his ear a playful bite before pushing him away. It hurts worse than anything, the rejection, though there’s no mercy in Peter’s eyes as he looks down on him.
“Take off his clothes, Chad, and then put him on the bed.”
Evan feels a rush of relief as Chad falls on him, ripping off his clothes in record time and manhandling him onto the wide surface of the bed. The younger of the two alphas puts him on his back, settling down behind him so that Evan’s head is resting in Chad’s lap, the alpha’s hefty balls and hard shaft pushing against the back of his head. Leaning forward and grabbing Evan’s legs, Chad pulls them back over his chest, lifting his ass and spreading his cheeks; bending him in half and exposing his hole for Peter.