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  Omega - Part Two

  Cherished

  By D.J. Heart

  2015 Copyright © by D.J. Heart

  Evan slides into the car after Peter, Chad’s hand cupping his ass and guiding him in. The inch of room between his body and Peter’s is obliterated as Chad pushes in after him, nestling Evan tight under his arm and squeezing him into Peter’s side. Peter smiles down at him, hand coming to rest on his thigh. Evan feels a shudder run through his body. His toes curl and he feels both mellow and tingly. He’s pressed tight between his alphas’ muscular bodies, a cozy little omega sandwich. If they hadn’t both just knotted him less than an hour ago his heat would be sucking him in like a vortex. But he’d been sated, and it should be a while before he’s consumed again.

  The driver get’s in the front seat, Chad closing the partition before the beta starts driving. Evan feels a thrill, wondering what the day will bring.

  “Usually I allow my employees some time off after they get an omega,” Peter says out of the blue. It takes Evan a second before he realizes the alpha is talking to him. He looks up, an inquisitive lift of his brow his only response. He’s not sure what to say. Is Peter apologizing? Letting him know that work is his priority and that Evan shouldn’t expect to be coddled? He doesn’t know. The way Peter talks to him is so confusing. Like what Evan says and thinks matters.

  Nobody has ever talked to him the way Peter does. Not really.

  “I was planning on doing the same,” Peter continues, squeezing down on Evan’s thigh. His hand is big, fingers fitting perfectly around the curve of Evan’s quadriceps. “But we’ve been trying to land Enricorp - do you know what Enricorp is?” Evan hesitates, then nods. It’s an oil and gas company, but that’s the extent of his knowledge. Their logo was on the truck that delivered heating oil to the center. Peter continues, “Well, they just fired their IT security team and I’m trying to convince them to hire us.”

  Chad, arm resting on the seatback behind Evan’s head, brings his hand down and ruffles Evan’s hair. The touch goes from his scalp and down his spine, spreading out in little tendrils of warmth that have him closing his eyes in sheer pleasure. “What Peter is trying to say, is that we’re sorry we have to work. We don’t want you to think you’re not important to us.”

  Evan opens his eyes and looks from Chad’s grinning face to Peter’s sternly drawn mouth, the older alpha nodding to confirm that that was indeed what he had been trying to say.

  “It’s an unfortunate confluence of events, but we’re very happy to have you with us. Hopefully you won’t be bored.”

  Evan smiles, happy and reassured. It’s never occurred to him that his alphas should take time off to be with him, and that they’ve even considered it - planned on it - is really nice.

  “That’s OK. I don’t mind,” he says when Peter keeps looking at him, clearly expecting some sort of reply. It does the trick. The rest of the ride is silent. Chad sits quietly, playing with Evan’s hair, tracing the shell of his ear before moving his hand down to his shoulder and just holding it there. Electrified by the touch, Evan holds still, his body urging him to slide off the seat and crawl into the space between Chad’s thighs so that he can make his alpha feel good.

  Or Peter’s. The older alpha is reading something on his phone, occasionally typing furiously with his big thumb. His hand is still on Evan’s thigh, burning and constant.

  Will it be like this forever, Evan wonders to himself, or will he eventually get used to the touch of his alphas? Get used to the way his body comes alive at their touch and scent, his hole feeling hungry and hollow for their knots. He can’t imagine that he will.

  “We’re here,” Peter announces as the car comes to a stop. Evan looks out the window and sees the entrance to a tall building, his vantage point not letting him see how far up it goes. Chad gets out of the car first, holding out his hand for Evan and guiding him out. Evan is clumsy and inelegant, almost falling when his nerves make his legs unsteady.

  “I’ve got you,” Chad laughs, pulling him up into a hug, the brown leather of his bomber jacket pressed into Evan’s face. He breathes in, letting the scent of his alpha calm him.

  “That’s enough,” Peter says, stepping out of the car with the smooth gait of a predator. He closes the door behind him and the car takes off. Peter takes the lead walking into the building, expecting Chad and Evan to follow.

  Evan grabs Chad’s hand, nerves making him forget his hesitation and take the initiative. He’s rewarded for his boldness, Chad squeezing his hand gently and grinning down at him before pulling him along after their alpha.

  It’s incredibly weird, to think that Peter is Chad’s alpha. That they both have to obey and follow his lead. It makes it easier, Evan thinks, eyes on the back of Peter’s head, to reconcile himself to his own role in the relationship.

  Submission can’t be a bad thing. Not when Chad does it so willingly. Not if it’s earned. If the person who demands his submission is worthy and kind, worthy of submission, Evan thinks he could be happy to give it.

  Standing in an elevator for the third time in his life, Evan looks at the numbers over the door go up and up and up. He feels dizzy just thinking about how high up they are.

  Chad presses the buttons for the fifty ninth and and sixtieth floor. The doors part, the number above flashing fifty nine, and Chad gives Evan’s hand firm a squeeze before letting go.

  “This is me. I’ll see you guys at lunch,” he says, stepping out of the elevator. The office behind him is busy, about half a dozen people rushing around like the world is ending. Evan wants to follow Chad, despite the intimidating chaos he’s heading into. He likes Peter, but Chad is warm and comforting. More vibrant. Peter has had moments where he’s made himself be warm and comforting for Evan, but it obviously isn’t in his nature.

  “Bye,” Evan says, Peter just nodding, pressing the button to close the doors. The alpha leans in and grabs his shoulder, fingers curling down firmly and grounding him.

  It works wonders, making him feel relaxed and safe. He’ll be fine.

  The doors open again, this time to complete quiet. Peter lets go of his shoulder and walks out of the elevator, Evan following closely on his heels.

  He can do this.

  ***

  Topher, Chad’s best friend, is the first to come up and greet him. “I can’t believe you got an omega,” the alpha says, clapping Chad on the back and grinning wide. Chad groans, preparing for a barrage of inappropriate questions. Topher doesn’t disappoint. The alpha grabs his arm in a proprietary way that would have Peter bristling, pulling him away from the other well wishes and towards his office. Once the door has closed behind them Topher lets go of propriety and starts his interrogation.

  “Tell me all about him, Chad. Lay it on me. He got a hole like a vice? Sweet little ass just made to be spanked?” Topher leaned in, lowering his voice and raising his brow, “Did you get him to eat out your ass as Peter fucked him?”

  “Toph!” Chad groans, ducking his head and blushing. Claiming an omega is private and serious. Why does Topher have to be such a frat boy about it?

  “What?” Topher exclaims, looking innocent. He pulls it off beautifully; his wide eyes and handsome face making him look wholesome and sincere in a way that he’s never been. “I’m just curious. I’m decades away from claiming an omega. I need to know if it lives up to the hype or if I should just give up and spend my money on porn.”

  Chad sighs. He loves Topher, he does, but right now he wants to be cuddled up with Evan - knot deep and gnawing at his neck as the boy writhes in pleasure. Not listening to Toph goof off.

  “Wow, that good, huh?” Topher asks, crossing his arms and grinning. “Guess I better lay off the porn.”<
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  Chad nods, not able to help the grin that splits his face. “He’s amazing,” he says, cock throbbing at the thought of Evan’s sweet little body laid out for him. At the way the omega looks at him; wide eyed and submissive. Literal longing in his eyes. “I mean… he’s adorable, but at the same time I just want to pound his hole until he can’t remember anything but my name… I’ve never felt anything like it.”

  “Shit, man. Sounds fucking sweet. I’m happy for you,” Topher gives him another clap on the back, still grinning lecherously, and leaves his office. Topher might seem like a total frat boy, but he wouldn’t be working for Peter if he didn’t take his work seriously.

  Chad sits down in front of his computer, firing it up as he forces himself to put thoughts of Evan aside.

  A series of well wishers come by over the course of the morning and afternoon, congratulating him and wishing him and Peter the best, but mostly it’s like any other day. Well, except for the rush to complete their presentation for Enricorp.

  Chad is good at what he does though, so he doesn’t worry. Peter is the one who has to convince the Enricorp representatives that Tank Security is the right fit for them. As long as Chad does his part well, he’s not going to stress.

  ***

  As lunch approaches Chad gets more and more antsy. His fingers fly impatiently over the keyboard as he counts down the time until he can reunite with his omega.

  “Hey, have you finished polishing your report?” Topher asks, poking his head into Chad’s office. The alpha’s tie is loose, but the rest if him is impeccable.

  “Mostly, you?”

  “Yeah. Just sent it off to Elisabeth. Who do you think Peter will put in charge of the account?”

  Chad gives his friend a droll stare. Peter does not confide such things to him, keeping their relationship as boss and employee and as mates strictly separate - and Chad knows it.

  “I know, I know,” Topher laughs, holding up his hands in surrender, “But I hope I get it. I’ve worked my ass off on this thing…”

  Chad nods, waiting for Topher to get to the point. He’s checking his work for mistakes, though he knows he won’t find any. Still, being Peter’s mate means that his work has to be without reproach. It was easier when he was doing actual mercenary work, his enthusiasm and need to be perfect genuine, but now he’s just going through the motions.

  If Peter wasn’t his boss, he’d quit.

  “Anyway. You getting lunch with us?”

  And there it is. Chad looks up and smiles, shaking his head. “No thanks, I’m eating with Peter and Evan today.”

  Topher nods like he’d expected nothing less. “I figured. We’re heading out in half an hour. I’ll see you later.”

  “You too.”

  Topher leaves the office, and when Chad looks at the watch it’s almost time to take the elevator up to Peter’s floor. The report is as perfect as it’s ever going to get.

  Fuck it. He sends his work to Elizabeth, the head of client management, and logs off his computer. He stands up and stretches, making his way to the door. Peter won’t mind if he’s a little early.

  ***

  Peter’s office is large an intimidating, a tall steel desk without a hint of clutter dominating the room. There is no chair that Evan can see.

  Peter takes off his coat, hanging it on a coat rack by the door, holding his hand out for Evan’s jacket. Shrugging it off his shoulders, Evan hands it over to the alpha. Peter gives his tight fitted shirt a glance that lasts just a second too long, smiling a little to himself before heading over to his desk.

  “Have you thought more about what you would like to do with your life?” he asks, not looking at Evan as he turns on his computer. Evan feels ambushed, the question catching him completely off guard.

  He must take too long to answer, because Peter’s head turns to him, his expression stern.

  “I don’t…” Evan doesn’t know what to say. Has never, in his whole life, been asked anything like this. How could he possibly know?

  “What do you enjoy doing?” Peter asks, giving Evan his full attention.

  Evan thinks back to his sketchpads and hours spent drawing the world around him, trying to catch it at different angles - watching it change depending on the light, the angle or even just his mood.

  “I like to draw,” he says, not sure if it’s the right answer.

  “You do?” Peter seems surprised. Blushing, Evan ducks his head and nods.

  “Is that something you would like to pursue?” Evan looks up sharply, not sure he understands. He must be signaling his confusion pretty clearly though, because Peter walks away from his desk and takes his hand. He’s pulled in close, the scent of alpha enveloping him. Peter takes his neck, letting go of his wrist and putting his hand on Evan’s chest.

  It’s intense. Peter is holding him tight, big hands making him feel safe and relaxed. It’s like Peter has immersed him in heavy liquid, his limbs loose and weightless.

  “Just relax. Tell me about how you like to draw,” Peter’s voice is right by his ear, deep and warm like honey, seeping into his skin and continuing down into his flesh. It’s vibrations shake the very foundation of his bones. How could he not do as Peter asks?

  “I like drawing,” Evan says, smiling. Peter’s dominance is like sinking into a warm bath; relaxing and making him feel sleepy. He’s almost drunk with it.

  “I know. What do you like about it?” Peter’s thumb is massaging him, pressing into his shoulder and making him feel good, his palm still cradling Evan’s neck.

  “It’s like… It makes me happy.” Evan says, grinning up at Peter. Peter makes him happy too. Peter is nice, even if he is stern and intimidating.

  Evan wants to kiss him.

  “Is there anything else that makes you happy? Your classes? Your friends?”

  “You do,” Evan says, smiling happily and leaning into Peter’s body, seeking out his warmth. “You and Chad. He’s like a puppy, and you’re like a guard dog that takes care of him.”

  Peter laughs, the abrupt sound startling Evan out of the warm haze that has enveloped him. He looks up at Peter, a frown marring his face. Peter is grinning though, so he goes back to relaxing and being happy in his hands.

  “Would you like to spend today practicing your drawing?” Peter asks, still grinning. It’s the first pure smile Evan has seen the alpha wear. All his other smiles have been proud, hungry, or tinged with arousal. This one is just happy.

  “OK,” Evan says, nodding. It would b e nice to have a distraction. Something familiar. Peter gives him a steady look, nodding to himself.

  The alpha slides the hand on Evan’s neck down to his back, pressing his chest firmly between his palms before letting go of Evan’s body. He remains standing, the hazy cloud of mellow submission dissipating slowly. He misses Peter’s warmth.

  “Logan, I need some paper and pencils in here,” Peter says, voice sounding far away. Frowning, Evan turns to him. Why is his alpha all the way over there?

  Peter lifts his finger off a button on his phone, finished talking, and a few seconds later a young man enters the room. The new arrival gives Evan a curious but discrete one over, placing a stack of paper and a box of pencils on Peter’s desk.

  Peter picks up the box of pencils and pulls one out. It’s long and think, the tip virgin sharp. He takes the pencil and stack of paper, handing them to Evan.

  “Will these be OK?”

  “Yes, thank you,” Evan says. The pencil is perfect, and he’s worked with worse paper. “What should I draw?”

  Logan tilts his head questioningly, and when Peter shakes his head that he doesn’t need anything else, leaves. The interaction has the ring of two people who know each other well.

  “What do you usually draw?” Peter asks. They’re alone again and Evan is feeling almost back to his usual self. It’s scary how easy it is for Peter to cloud his head and put him into an omega state. How willingly Evan goes down.

  “People, things I think are pretty
… anything, really.” Evan feels silly, telling Peter this. Like a child telling his parent what he likes to do in school.

  “You may draw what you like, as long as you show it to me after,” Peter says. He walks over to the closet and pulls an enormous pillow out of the lowest shelf, carrying it over to the corner of the room behind his desk.

  “You can sit here,” Peter says, dropping the pillow on the floor. It looks fluffy and comfortable, almost big enough that Evan could lie down on it. “Or you can stand at my desk… though it might be a little high for you. It’s your choice.”

  Evan takes his pencil and his paper and slides down on the pillow. It’s sinfully soft, but firm enough to provide him plenty of comfort. He does a little wiggle to get comfortable, looking up at Peter between him and the door. The position makes him feel safe.