by D. J. Heart
Chad gets why he shouldn’t support the porn industry or the omega houses. He does. The way they treat their omegas is terrible, and Chad is well aware of how short the lifespan of an omega in that position is… And now that he has Evan it’s not like he’s ever going to be a customer of a business like that again. The least Peter could do is give him a break.
Except… he feels guilty. He can’t help but think of Evan in a place like that—used by alpha after alpha until the stress of a never ending heat kills him. It’s a horrible thought, and Chad can’t get it out of his mind.
Increasing the speed and incline of the machine, Chad’s lungs burn as he forces himself to keep the brutal pace he’s set. He manages to keep it up for twenty minutes, but then his legs threaten to give out, and he has to stop. He hits the emergency button, slumping down on the railing as he tries to catch his breath. Pushing himself like this feels amazing, makes him feel alive, but it doesn't make the guilt go away.
He wishes he had stuck to the ethical porn producers—the ones who match omegas and alphas to prevent heat burnout—and that he hadn’t spent his days before mating with Peter drinking and hanging out in the omega houses. Comparing those omegas to his Evan makes him feel sick with shame and guilt; horrified that if he’d met Evan back then he would have used the boy’s hole and forgotten all about him. Wouldn’t have cared that the person he was fucking would be dead within a few months.
It seems unimaginable, now that he knows Evan, to use omegas like that. It boggles the mind. The way society treats omegas is a disgrace, and Chad had just accepted it as natural and right. Sure, he’d always hoped to one day have an omega of his own, but he’d always thought of it in terms of getting a thing. It had been a goal in the same way buying a vintage Harley was a goal—or having a summer house in France. The fact that omegas are people too never once occurred to him.
But Chad can only try to be better. He can’t do anything for the omegas he fucked over with such callous disregard in his youth, but he can make sure that Evan has a good life. That he’s happy, safe and well cared for.
But even that doesn’t feel like enough. He feels like he should be doing more. Like he should be making amends… he just has no idea where to start.
After a few minutes of catching his breath and feeling like shit, sweat dripping from his body, Chad grabs a towel and wipes himself down. He grabs a bottle of water and downs it in one go, still breathing hard. Needing a little longer to cool down before he showers, he decides to see what Peter and Evan are up to. Thinking of what could have happened to Evan if not for him and Peter makes his inner alpha restless and agitated, and Chad needs to see for himself that their boy is okay.
He drops the towel in the laundry basket and heads out, almost crashing into Evan as he pulls open the door to head out. The omega is standing right outside the gym, looking adorable and startled to see Chad staring down at him. All thoughts of omega houses or what could have happened leave Chad’s head at the sight of the boy, the flush of warmth and possessiveness Evan inspires drowning out the negative thoughts.
He can’t be anything but happy with Evan looking up at him like this.
“Evan, what are you doing here?” he asks, grinning as he runs his fingers through his sweat damp hair. Evan opens his mouth, but no words come out. Evan’s nostrils flare, and his pupils are blown wide, his eyes glazed over as he looks up at Chad’s frame filling the door. Chad grins. He must reek of pheromones, and though Evan is building up a tolerance now that he’s getting his heat sated by the same two alphas every day, he’s still going into heat.
Chad knows that within a few weeks Evan will have bonded to him and Peter, and then heats will come only once a year. Chad and Peter have to enjoy this bounty while it lasts.
“Evan...” Chad purrs, stepping right into Evan’s space and sliding his hand up to cup his neck and pull him in close. Evan shudders as his cheek comes to rest on Chad’s muscular chest. Chad spins Evan around, boxing him in against the wall. “Were you waiting for me to finish my workout?”
Evan nods, cheek rubbing up and down Chad’s pecs; sliding over the damp material of his compression shirt. He’s breathing in through his nose, trying to inhale as much of Chad’s scent as he can. It’s greedy and perfect, and Chad is hard as a rock.
“Yeah? Why were you waiting for me?” Chad purrs, the scent of Evan’s slick filling the air. He wants to fuck, and Evan’s body is signaling his mutual need like a scream.
It takes a minute for Evan to answer the question, but Chad doesn’t mind. Holding his omega close, letting his hole get wetter and wetter, is making his inner alpha preen with cocky delight.
“Peter had to…” Evan takes a deep breath, hands trembling as they come to rest on Chad’s hips. The touch is light and reverent. “Peter had to go into work for the rest of the day. He said I should tell you.”
Chad feels a pang of disappointment that Peter won’t be joining them, but on the other hand… having Evan all to himself could be fun. He squeezes down on the boy’s neck, his free hand moving around to cup his ass. Groping the firm cheek, Chad’s mouth pools with saliva at the thought of what he’s about to enjoy.
“No Peter, huh? Just you and me, all by ourselves… I guess we’ll just have to make our own fun,” Chad says, smiling down at Evan.
Evan lets out a whimper, fingers curling in the waistband of Chad’s shorts, pulling them down a bit and exposing a strip of flesh. Chad groans, willing Evan to pull them down just a bit further. His cock is straining against the stretchy fabric of his shorts; his big bulge pressed into Evan’s abs. He uses his hands on the boy’s ass to hold him still, grinding his hips forward and rubbing off on Evan’s tight little body as he pushes him into the wall. Evan closes his eyes in obvious pleasure, letting Chad hump him. They’re quickly succumbing to their instincts, and with no Peter around to stop them, there's only one way this can go.
Chad is more than willing to get on board for the ride.
“I want… Chad, can we…?” Evan asks between whimpers, mouthing at Chad’s nipple through his shirt. The teeth on his sensitive nub have Chad’s cock throbbing, balls feeling full and heavy.
“What do you want, baby?” Chad asks, “Tell alpha what you want.” He lifts the omega up so that they’re chest to chest, Evan wrapping his legs around Chad’s waist, ass resting just over his bulge.
“Knot,” Evan whines into the crook of his neck, breath hot on his skin. “I need your knot.”
Cock throbbing at the plea, Chad throws Evan over his shoulder and walks back into the gym. He drops the boy down on one of the thick mats he uses when he does crunches.
“Strip,” he growls, puffing himself up so that he’s as big as possible, staring down at his omega. He feels primal, the sheer worship in Evan’s eyes making him feel like he could take on the whole world and still come out on top. Though he’d been close to exhaustion a few minutes ago, Evan’s heat has him feeling like he could go for hours and not even break a sweat. He knows that his mind is tricking him—that he’ll be feeling like hell in the morning—but he doesn’t care. It’s worth it.
Evan takes a stuttering breath, ripping off his clothes with frantic haste, throwing them to the side before getting on his hands and knees. He arches his back and pushes his ass up, presenting his hole to his alpha. Chad growls, and if anyone but Peter had walked in on them in that moment, he would have ripped their throats out.
“My omega,” Chad growls, arousal and cocky pride making him feel ten feet tall. He frees his cock, letting it bounce against his stomach before gravity pulls the hard length down towards the floor. He’s dripping, strings of pre-cum leaking from his slit before pooling on the mat beneath them.
Evan whines in need, wiggling his ass as he pushes his chest down on the floor. It’s a beautiful sight. Chad can’t hold back another second. He wants to taste. He drops to his knees and elbows, curling his hands around Evan’s hips, plunging his face into the omega’s taint. Pulling Evan’s ass up a
nd holding it still, Chad dives into the boy’s hole with his tongue; licking and fucking the sloppy hole with relish.
“Chad! I… It feels… Don’t stop…” Evan is incoherent, hands reaching back to fist in Chad’s hair and pull him in for more. It’s bossy for an omega, but Chad loves it. Though there are limits to what he will let Evan get away with, this is not one of them.
“You like that?” Chad asks, pulling away and spreading Evan’s ass open by grabbing his cheeks and pulling them apart. Evan’s hole is gaping, his rim twitching with need as he yearns for his alpha’s knot. Chad strokes the needy hole with the thick pad of his finger, sliding inside and meeting no resistance. Evan gasps, screaming out when Chad expertly finds his prostate and starts rubbing it hard.
“Oh, you like that,” Chad crows, enjoying the way Evan fights to hold still for his alpha. To not jerk away from the intense stimulation. “Such a good boy,” he says and reaches between Evan’s legs, finding his rock hard little cock and wrapping his fingers around it.
Evan comes the minute Chad starts jerking him off. Emptying his load into Chad’s hand, Evan screams out his release as Chad continues to show his prostate no mercy. Chad wants to see how much come he can milk from Evan’s cock before he just can’t take it anymore.
Evan squeals, the pleasure so intense there are tears running down his cheeks. Chad’s cock has never been harder.
By the time Chad pulls his finger out of Evan’s ass and releases the boy’s cock, the omega is a sobbing mess. He’s sweaty, trembling, and his eyes are rolled back in his head. Chad grins, feeling every inch the apex predator. Evan might be tired, but he isn’t satisfied. Won’t be until he’s been knotted good.
“You want my knot?” Chad asks lightly, using what little seed Evan produced to further slick his cock. It feels dirty and taboo, coating himself with his omega’s load like this, but then Chad has always been depraved.
Evan goes still, exhaustion forgotten at the promise of a knot. He pushes back up to his knees, showing off his hole as he buries his face in the crook of his elbow. It’s an invitation Chad can’t pass up. He grabs his cock by the base, framing his knot, and aims it at Evan’s greedy opening. The omega tries to push back, to impale himself, but Chad isn’t having it. He’s going to fuck Evan on his terms.
“Alpha… please…”
Chad knows what Evan wants, but he isn’t going to reward this pushy behavior. After a few seconds of teasing the sloppy hole with the head of his cock, slick and pre-cum mixing, Evan stills and stops trying to fuck himself, reverting control of the situation to his alpha. It’s what Chad has been waiting for. He presses forward, pushing the fat head of his cock inside Evan’s ass with a moan.
It’s pure heaven; the tight, wet heat making his balls pull up in sheer pleasure.
“Fuck that’s good,” Chad growls, pushing in until his knot stops him from going further. It’s going to take more force than he’s using now to push it inside Evan’s body. The omega trembles, whimpering as Chad prepares to fill his ass with the only thing that will ease the burning heat coursing through his body. His knot.
Chad pulls out a few inches before thrusting back in, fucking the length of his cock up to his knot in and out of his omega’s ass. It’s tight and wet, Evan’s hole sucking him in like it’s got a mind of its own. When Evan’s ass has opened completely, relaxing so that the last of his resistance is gone, Chad tightens his grip on Evan’s hips and pushes in balls deep, burying his knot past Evan’s rim, making him scream out in satisfied pleasure.
Evan keeps moaning, little happy sounds that have Chad’s chest swelling with pride. He shoots his load instantly, the squeeze on his knot and his omega’s satisfaction sending him over the edge. It’s so abrupt it almost hurts. Chad sinks down on top of Evan’s body, pushing him flat on the mat and blanketing him with his bigger form. His knot swells, his balls emptying their load deep inside Evan’s ass. Feeling almost primal, Chad curls his arm around Evan’s neck and holds him tight as he kisses his ear and neck. The boy offers no protest, a continuous stream of small happy sounds letting Chad know that his omega is pleased and sated.
Everything is fucking perfect.
***
Peter feels sleazy even taking the meeting, but there’s no helping it. Tank Security can’t turn down an account like this without a good reason, and Peter’s far left view on omegas is not a good reason. So, personal ethics aside, Peter is getting out of his car in front of the Drake Hotel to have lunch with Richard Cruz—owner of the largest chain of omega houses on the east coast: The virgin O.
If Peter doesn’t take Cruz’s business, someone else will. Peter isn’t going to change anything by saying no to this contract, except hurt his own bottom line.
He feels like a hypocrite. Being mad at Chad for watching porn when here he is, about to court one of the vilest omega abusers into doing business with him, is the worst kind of double standard.
He knows he needs to let up on Chad. That he shouldn’t have let Evan borrow his laptop without asking, and that he shouldn’t have been mad at Chad for doing something he’d never been forbidden from doing. Chad is a grown man, and Peter needs to remember that. Needs to remember that his mate is an alpha, and that though Chad insists otherwise, there is a limit to what he will take from Peter.
Feeling like a heel, Peter walks through the gleaming hotel lobby and heads towards the restaurant. A perfectly put together host meets him. She smiles and greets him by name, leading him to his table. He holds most of his business lunches at the hotel—both to impress clients and because it’s conveniently located just a few blocks from his office—and the staff knows him well.
They should, considering how much money he’s spent there over the years.
Richard Cruz is already seated and waiting, smiling and getting up when he sees Peter coming towards him. He stands and holds out his hand. Peter takes it, giving the other alpha a firm shake before they both take their seats.
Peter studies the potential client. Richard Cruz is almost as tall as him and built just as wide. He has a rugged face, a scar running from his hairline and down to his cheekbone on the right side of his face. It makes him look dangerous, and Peter wonders how he got it.
“Mr. Tank, thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice,” Cruz says, signaling the waiter to stay away when he sees the young man moving towards their table. Peter watches him turn around, dismayed. He wants a drink.
“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Cruz. What Can Tank Securities do for you?”
Cruz blinks, lips spreading up into a slow smile. “Straight to the point, I like that. I’ve been having trouble with hackers. Omega rights activists. So far they’ve only gone after our website, but I’m worried they might gain access to our internal systems. I was told you were the person to go to.”
Peter smiles and nods, confirming that Cruz has it right. Peter is the best person for the job. He might not be a hacker or IT security specialist himself, but his company has snatched up some of the best there are.
“We can certainly help you secure your systems. Are you looking for a one-time evaluation of where you can improve or for us to take over responsibility for the security of your systems entirely?”
The part of Peter that has worked as a private mercenary for some of the most oppressive regimes on the planet hopes that Cruz wants them to come in and take over, the part of him that believes Cruz is a scumbag hopes he just wants a quick and dirty evaluation. Either way, Peter is not as invested in closing this deal as he should be.
Cruz rests his hand on the table, leaning back in his chair. He’s perfectly at ease with Peter, not cowed by his dominance in the slightest. It isn’t often Peter meets people as dominant as himself.
“I would prefer to hand security over to someone who knew what they were doing,” Cruz says, surprising Peter. Most alphas would balk at acknowledging the need for help so explicitly. Cruz continues, unbothered, “The omega rights activists are getting more and more c
reative, and I would feel better having someone like you keeping them away. Now, the person who recommended you mentioned that sometimes in this situation there were things that could be done to prevent future attacks… an offensive defense so to speak?”
Peter smiles and shakes his head. It’s true that he’s taken some questionable jobs in the past, but nothing like Cruz is asking.
“We don’t offer offensive security on U.S. soil, I’m afraid. But we would be happy to take over security for The O.”
Cruz’s smile dims, but he nods his acceptance. Peter signals the waiter to come over. He orders a vodka on the rocks, Cruz having another Scotch.
“That’s rather disappointing,” Cruz said when the waiter has moved away, a wry smile on his face, “And not quite what I was led to believe.”
Peter nods. He wonders who Cruz has been talking to that gave him the idea that Peter would go after omega rights activists on his behalf. It must be someone who knew him a long time ago, back when he’d do anything for the right price. It’s been a long time since Peter was what you could consider a ‘bad guy’, but there are plenty of people who might still remember him that way. Who wouldn’t think twice about handing over his number to a man asking how to best get rid of annoying protesters?