Omega (Evan's Alphas Book 1)

by D. J. Heart

  “Go on then,” Peter says, running his hands over the different outfits like he hasn’t decided which one to wear. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  Evan squares his shoulders, turns around and leaves the room. He closes the door softly behind him, eyes on Chad’s body. It’s wrong for an alpha to be this vulnerable with his omega, but Evan’s cock doesn’t seem to have gotten the message. It’s hard, pressing against the inside of his pants, throbbing with need.

  Chad goes tense at the sound of the door opening and closing, tilting his head like he’s trying to figure out what’s going on. Evan watches him, feeling intimidated and not sure where to start, the idea of taking the initiative completely foreign to him.

  Chad’s legs are bent at the knees; his arms are tied behind his back, a thick collar fastened around his neck.

  Evan wonder’s what wearing a collar like that would feel like. The thought is unbidden, shocking Evan with how much it makes him want.

  Chad is held off the floor by ropes connected to his thighs, waist and shoulders, the sixth lengths coming together over his head at a single hook hanging from the ceiling. If Evan were to push on Chad’s feet or head, the alpha would start spinning. Chad’s legs are spread, cock hard and pointing down; the cheeks of his ass parted to reveal the base of a plug Evan recognizes from Peter’s drawer. It’s a tiny thing, and it can’t be doing much in the way of pleasing Chad’s prostate.

  Then again, that may be the point.

  “Peter?” Chad asks, startling Evan. He’s not allowed to talk, but Chad apparently hasn’t been given any such restriction. Not wanting to leave Chad hanging, Evan steps forward and gently touches his hand to the alpha’s shoulder.

  Chad starts, muscles contracting in startled surprise, his whole body swinging from side to side from the sudden movement. Evan jumps back, just as startled as his alpha.

  “Fuck,” Chad growls, sounding absolutely wrecked. Evan steps forward again, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on Chad’s shoulder. This time, Chad still starts a little, but it’s nowhere near as violent. Evan leaves his hand in place, Chad skin warm and dry under his hand.

  “Evan? Is that you?” Chad asks, and though he’s not allowed to speak, Evan squeezes down in affirmation.

  “Does Peter know you’re in here?” Chad asks, jerking in his ropes again when Evan leans in and presses a kiss onto his bicep.

  “Fuck,” Chad growls, breathing coming a little faster, his chest heaving. “Did Peter tell you to come in here?”

  Evan scrapes his teeth over Chad’s skin, hoping he’ll understand. Chad groans, breath hitching when Evan bends his knees and moves under Chad’s body, bending his head back and finding the alpha’s nipples with his mouth.

  “Holy fuck, that’s good,” Chad says, body tight and tense, “A little harder, Evan. Bite it with your teeth… Fuck yes. That’s a good boy.”

  Evan feels a flush of satisfaction at the praise, reaching up to play with the nipple not in his mouth. Worshiping Chad’s chest like this is enough to have Evan’s cock leaking though his hole stays stubbornly dry now that his heat is over.

  Evan is glad. His ass is in no state to be fucked.

  Peter still hasn’t come out and joined them, and Evan’s neck is starting to hurt from the awkward angle, so he steps out from underneath Chad’s body and moves between his legs. He grabs a hold of Chad’s thighs, looking at the magnificent ass right in front of his face. Feeling brave, Evan pushes Chad’s legs further apart and leans down to lick his way from Chad’s taint and up to the plug seated in his ass. He can smell the pungent, musky scent of Chad’s crotch in his nose, the taste of it gathering on his tongue as he traces the rim of the plug. Chad is breathing like a racehorse, cock dripping shiny strings of pre-cum down to the floor.

  “Eat me out, Evan. Such a good boy for me, licking me like… oh yeah, that’s it,” Chad growls, his voice needy and hot.

  “Aren’t you a lucky boy?”

  Evan jumps at the sound of Peter’s voice, stepping away from Chad’s body. He’s about to answer, but Chad beats him to it.

  “Fuck yeah,” Chad says, sounding happy. Evan flushes when he realizes that Peter wasn’t talking to him. Hasn’t even looked at him. All the alpha’s attention is on Chad.

  Peter looks amazing and intimidating. Tight breeches, short-sleeved shirt, and tall boots—all in buttery soft, gleaming black leather—molding to his body like a glove. Evan can count the ridges of Peter’s abs, the shirt is so tight.

  “Don’t stop, Evan. Keep doing what you were doing,” Peter instructs, coming around and standing behind Evan’s body, boxing him in between Chad’s legs. He pushes Evan forward, grabbing him by the back of the head and bending him down so that his face is pressed into Chad’s taint. “There you go,” he says, sounding satisfied, “Work his balls with your tongue.”

  Evan obeys, parting his mouth wide and sucking one of Chad’s massive balls into his mouth. Cheeks bulging, Evan works the vulnerable orb with his tongue. Chad hisses, and Evan can feel the ball trying to retract when Chad clenches his abs. Evan holds the ball captive in his mouth, Chad’s moaning letting him know that he’s doing good.

  “Out we go,” Peter says, yanking the plug out of Chad’s ass. He grabs Evan by the back of his hair, pulling him up towards the now gaping hole. Chad yelps in pain, his testicle still stuffed in Evan’s mouth. Evan spits it out as fast as he can, but he’s not fast enough to spare Chad the yank on his ball.

  “Eat it,” Peter orders, every once of alpha authority he has poured into the command. It’s overwhelming, Evan licking his way into Chad’s hole like a starving man, his obedience unthinking.

  “That’s it,” Peter says, pressing his body to Evan’s back, gripping the cheeks of Chad’s ass and pulling them apart. With better access, Evan can get his tongue even deeper, pushing into Chad’s ass and making him squirm in pleasure.

  Smack!

  Peter lifts his right hand, bringing it down hard on Chad’s ass. Evan jumps but doesn’t stop licking.

  “Peter, fuck,” Chad yells, Peter rubbing his ass and hitting it again.

  Smack!

  Evan listens as Peter spanks Chad, each blow making the alpha’s ass clench down on his tongue. He remembers what it felt like to be spanked by Peter. How helpless he’d been as Peter made his ass burn. At the time, it had felt horrible, but that was because Peter was mad at him. Seeing Chad take the blows, moaning like it’s the best thing in the world, makes him wonder if he would enjoy it too in the right context.

  Peter smacks Chad much harder than before, making him howl, and Evan decides that he’s not in any hurry to find out.

  “Look at that, Evan,” Peter says, nudging Evan up. Evan’s lips feel puffy, his tongue sore and tired. “Isn’t that pretty?”

  Evan looks at Chad’s ass, surprised by how red it is. He reaches up and touches the glowing skin, Chad’s ass hot to the touch. Peter walks around to Chad’s front, taking his face in his hands before bending down.

  “Are you ready for your reward?” Peter asks, Chad licking his lips hungrily.

  “Yeah,” Chad says, voice hoarse.

  Peter grins, clapping him on the cheek and walking back to Evan.

  “Stand back,” he commands and starts the process of lowering Chad to the floor. Chad lands gently, Peter bending down and lifting him under the arms, hoisting him up on the bed and removing his blindfold. Evan wonders exactly what Chad’s reward will entail.

  “Evan, get up here,” Peter says, arranging Chad on his back. The bound alpha lets Peter manhandle him as he wants, a blissed-out grin on his face. Evan obeys, Peter grabbing a bottle of lube and drenches Chad’s cock before he grabs Evan around his waist and lifts him up over Chad’s huge erection.

  “Wait!” Evan cries, realizing what Peter has planned. The alpha stops, holding him up without any visible effort, quirking his brow. They’re eye to eye, Chad’s cock pointing up at his ass like a heat seeking missile.

  “What?” Pete
r asks, nonplussed.

  “I’m too sore,” Evan says, the idea of anything going up his ass making him want to run away screaming. He wants to make Chad happy, but he’s just been in heat. His ass has been brutalized, and though he enjoyed it at the time, now he needs to give it a chance to rest.

  “Too sore to get fucked?” Peter asks, sounding surprised. Evan nods vigorously, hoping that Peter won’t be mad at him.

  “Just let him suck it,” Chad whines, impatient. Peter sends Chad a stern glance, then smiles at Evan.

  “We’ll leave your ass alone,” he promises, lifting Evan closer and kissing his forehead. “I’m glad we can trust you to tell us these things. I’m very proud of you.”

  Evan beams as Peter lowers him down to the mattress, letting him nestle down between Chad’s thighs. With his legs tied back, ankles digging into the back of his thighs, Chad can’t be very comfortable.

  “Yeah, good job,” Chad chimes in, hissing in pleasure when Evan scoots up and buries his face in the alpha’s taint.

  Evan licks and slobbers all over Chad’s taint and balls, moving up towards the root of his cock, tongue tracing the large vein running up the underside of Chad’s shaft. While he’s busy gorging himself on Chad’s magnificent tool, Peter frees his massive rod from its leather prison, moving up to straddle Chad’s chest.

  “Suck it,” Peter demands, and even though he’s talking to Chad, Evan increases his efforts. It’s not like he minds. Evan is having a great time. As he swallows Chad’s shaft to the root, feeling proud of himself for the accomplishment, he hears Chad gagging on Peter’s cock. Peter is growling and grunting, no actual words coming out of his mouth.

  Shivers running down his spine, Evan concentrates on his task while Peter dominates Chad. There’s no other word for it. Peter is using Chad as though he were an omega, and if the steel-like state of Chad’s cock is anything to go by, the young alpha loves it.

  “How about he just eats you out, you too sore for that?” Peter asks, startling Evan. He looks up, Peter staring down at him with an intent expression on his face. Face sticky with alpha pre-cum, sweat, and drool, Evan shakes his head.

  “That would be okay,” he says, already anticipating the feel of Chad’s tongue licking over his sensitive rim. If it’s too much, he’ll ask Chad to stop.

  Peter grabs Evan under his arms, biceps bulging as he lifts Evan up and drags him up towards Chad’s head, lowering him down so that he’s straddling Chad’s face.

  “Eat him out,” Peter orders, grabbing Evan by the back of his hair and leaning down to capture his mouth in a kiss. Evan can feel Peter’s huge cock poking into his stomach, wetting his navel with slick pre-cum.

  Chad obeys his alpha, and Evan can’t help the needy moan that escapes his mouth at the feel of Chad’s broad tongue dragging across his rim. He’s sore, and Chad isn’t gentle, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.

  “You like that?” Peter asks, and again Evan is caught off guard when he realizes that Peter is talking to Chad and not him. “You like the taste of your omega? His hot little hole?”

  “Is so good,” Chad mumbles, voice muffled by Evan’s ass. Suddenly he jolts. Evan looks down to see what’s wrong, startled. Peter has caught a hold of Chad’s nipple and is pinching down hard, twisting the perky nub between his fingers. Chad has stopped licking, gritting his teeth.

  “Chad, I didn’t tell you to stop,” Peter admonishes, and Chad resumes his oral exploration of Evan’s hole. Peter once again captures Evan’s lips in a kiss, licking his way inside Evan’s mouth with forceful thrusts of his tongue.

  Evan closes his eyes, hardly able to believe what he’s feeling. Two alphas, both of them big, strong and handsome, giving him nothing but pleasure… it’s so much better than he could have dreamed.

  “That’s enough. Evan, get back down there. I want you to make Chad shoot his load in your mouth.”

  Peter lets Evan crawl back down the bed without any help, and Evan resumes his exploration of Chad’s familiar penis. He knows just where to lick—how to trace his tongue under the crown of the head—to make Chad explode.

  Peter pushes back into Chad’s mouth, choking the alpha on his cock, forcing the length of his shaft down Chad’s throat. Evan can’t see it, but he can hear the moment Peter comes. Peter growls, the sound low and urgent, grunting as he empties his balls into Chad’s gut.

  Chad must love it. The bound alpha spills his load the second he tastes Peter’s seed, shooting hard into Evan’s mouth.

  Salty come fills Evan’s mouth, too fast for him to swallow though he tries for all he’s worth. He cups his hands around Chad’s knot, massaging it, and by the time Chad has finished shooting the alpha is trembling and gasping for breath like he’s just run a marathon.

  “Come here, Evan,” Peter says, taking Evan by the upper arm and dragging him up towards Chad’s head. He settles Evan in front of him, the two of them straddling Chad’s chest and pushes Evan’s crotch forward so that his cock gets closer and closer to Chad’s mouth.

  “Make him come,” Peter orders, Chad looking up at them with hooded eyes. He grins, opening his mouth and engulfing the length of Evan’s cock.

  It feels amazing, Chad’s mouth hot and wet, and Evan is in no way capable of making it last. All Chad has to do is suck in his cheeks and push his tongue out to lick the base of Evan’s sac, and Evan is coming so hard he sees stars.

  Chad swallows Evan’s load, so much smaller than what his own balls will shoot, and pulls of Evan’s dick with a wet plop. Peter holds Evan tight, rubbing his hands over the omega’s chest and belly, letting go when he’s finished coming.

  “Good boy,” Peter whispers into Evan’s ear. Evan grins like a dope, never getting tired of hearing Peter or Chad praise him. “Why don’t you go and get the shower started while I untie Chad?”

  It’s phrased as a request, but with Peter like this, in control with his dominance turned up to eleven, Evan wouldn’t even know where to begin refusing him. He stands, legs wobbly, and crawls off the bed and heads towards the bathroom.

  When Evan looks back, Peter has leaned down and started kissing Chad, looking like some kind of conquering hero with his prey. Evan feels no jealousy at the closeness the two men share, happy that they have invited him to be part of it. As he steps into the bathroom, turning on the shower and leaning against the sink to wait, he thanks his lucky stars for how great his life has turned out.

  ***

  “Get up, Chad,” Peter says, sounding annoyed. Chad burrows deeper under the covers, pulling Evan into the curve of his body as he tries to ignore the older alpha.

  “Chad!” Peter growls, his tone brooking no room for argument.

  “But why?” Chad whines, pushing the covers down and glaring at Peter. Evan pushes his face into Chad’s chest, hiding an amused grin. “I don’t have to go to work. Why can’t Evan and I sleep in?”

  Peter stares at him for a second, then shakes his head and marches out of the room. Chad jumps up, knowing that Peter will only tolerate so much. He follows his mate into the kitchen, wearing nothing but his briefs, dropping into one of the bar stools by the kitchen island.

  “I’m up,” he declares, reaching for the cup of coffee in Peter’s hand. Peter doesn’t give it to him.

  “You’re not on vacation, Chad. I don’t want you getting into bad habits.”

  Chad resists the impulse to roll his eyes. He’s not a fucking teenager, and when Peter treats him like one, the frustration is tangible.

  It’s been almost two weeks since Chad came home, and apart from his complete lack of progress in finding a new job, it’s been pretty great. He’s spent his days hanging out with Evan, taking the boy out and about, showing him all his favorite spots in the city. Evan loves it, his appetite for new sights and experiences ravenous. It makes sense when he thinks about how sheltered Evan has been. How little he’s been raised to expect from life.

  Chad wants to make up for all that. To share everything he thinks is nice or spec
ial with the boy. The only way it could be better would be for Evan to develop an appreciation for sports. But Chad has given up on that, Evan’s attempts to be enthusiastic more painful than anything.

  “Do you want to meet Evan and me for lunch today?” he asks, changing the subject. Peter takes a sip of his coffee, staring at him over the rim of the cup.

  “Sure. Make reservations someplace near the office for one o’clock,” Peter says, letting Chad get away with steering the conversation in a new direction. “What do you have planned for today?”

  “Evan has his classes all picked out, so I thought we’d go down to the Obrey and talk to his advisor before we submit his choices. He’s already got his mind pretty made up, but I think he’ll enjoy getting another visit to the campus in before the new semester starts.”