Chapter 1 Warren #3
“I know what you want,” Hill said, his voice infuriatingly calm. He lifted Warren up and brought their mouths together. Warren let out a startled noise of surprise, Hill’s tongue prodding at his lips with demanding swipes.
Warren parted his lips and let Hill’s tongue into his mouth. The vampire pushed inside, greedy and aggressive.
The kiss went on and on, Hill licking over his teeth and pushing his tongue down Warren’s throat, and it was all Warren could do to hold on as Hill tongue-fucked his mouth with enough force to make him gag.
He reared back and coughed.
“Sorry,” he said, catching his breath after he was done coughing. Hill’s face was impossibly close, and his eyes were crinkled with just a hint of self-satisfied mirth.
“It’s okay. We can work on that.”
Warren’s brain short-circuited when he realized that Hill was talking about his gag reflex.
Before he was forced to come up with a reply, a deep and booming voice rang out from somewhere inside the house.
“Honey, I’m home!”
The cheery exclamation felt utterly out of place, and Warren wondered if a TV had turned on somewhere. Then the sounds of stomping boots moving toward them put an end to that idea.
“Harland, baby, where are you? I’m ready to be mounted!”
Hill sighed, a happy little grin pulling on the corner of his mouth. He slumped back into the chair.
“In the conservatory.”
He didn’t raise his voice, but judging by the sudden change in direction of the stomping boots, he’d been heard just fine.
“Mount me, fearsome vampire, and I will-”
Warren turned his head around just in time for the new person to barge into the conservatory and notice him. The man froze mid-sentence, looking at Warren with obvious surprise, but the surprise morphed into a predatory grin as he took in the scene.
“Well, well, well…” the stranger said, sauntering into the room and grinning down at Warren. “What do we have here?”
Warren stared up at the stranger with wide eyes.
It was another werewolf-shaped person – meaning breathtakingly tall and muscular – with tan skin, ruggedly handsome features and wavy brown hair that he’d brushed casually back over his ears.
He was dressed in jeans, biker boots and an old leather bomber jacket.
The expression on his face was pure glee.
Warren wondered if this was another vampire who looked like a werewolf, or if it was an actual werewolf this time.
“Max, you’re early,” Hill said, his tone fond.
“I was impatient.” The new arrival walked over and looked down at them. “I didn’t think you’d still be playing with your food.” He gave Warren an unsubtle once-over and leered. “Not that I blame you.”
He reached down and gave Warren’s neck a squeeze.
Definitely a werewolf, Warren thought. Max’s hand was hot, and being next to him was like sitting next to a furnace.
“You smell delicious,” Max murmured, leaning down and pressing his nose into the space behind Warren’s ear. He breathed in, and before Warren could do more than yelp in shock, lifted him off Hill’s lap and into a tight embrace.
Warren had no idea how he was supposed to respond.
“What’s your name?” the stranger asked, squeezing Warren in a tight hug as he rubbed his cheek against the back of Warren’s head.
Warren glanced at Hill to see his reaction to this.
He looked unconcerned. He stayed seated, boots planted firmly on the floor, leaning back into his chair and observing as Max squeezed and sniffed him to his heart’s content.
Warren felt like he’d been abandoned to the big bad wolf.
“Warren,” he answered.
“Warren,” Max repeated, his voice a low, rumbling purr.
“Put him down, Max.”
Hill finally decided to intervene.
Sighing, the strange werewolf lowered Warren to his feet. Warren stumbled, his recent blood loss making him woozy, and the werewolf quickly reached out to steady him with a hand on the back of his neck.
“That’s a nice name,” the werewolf said. “I’m Max. Would you like to stick around for a bit, Warren? My boyfriend here promised to tie me up and fuck me tonight, but I wouldn’t mind if we turned it into a three-way.”
“Not your boyfriend,” Hill interrupted before Warren could give an answer.
“Lover, then,” Max corrected, his tone amused. He let go of Warren’s neck and got on his knees between Hill’s legs, but unlike how Warren had felt when he did it, he didn’t look at all submissive. “Or maybe you prefer beloved?”
Max placed his hands on Hill’s meaty thighs and lifted himself up to kiss the man on the mouth. For a second it looked like Hill would go along with it, his lips parting, but then he pushed Max away and the werewolf jumped back to his feet with a laugh.
“He’s my boyfriend,” Max said, looking at Warren and winking. He was obviously still teasing. “And usually I don’t share, but for you I’ll make an exception.”
Flustered, Warren stood there and said nothing. He glanced at Hill, but the vampire’s attention was focused on Max.
“You’re a nuisance,” Hill said, his voice filled with affection.
Max gasped dramatically, pulling Warren into his chest and clamping his hands over his ears. He leaned forward, squeezing Warren against his torso and tucking him under his chin. “I am not! Your life would be bland and colorless without me in it. I am your everything.”
Max looked down at Warren, his arms moving down to hug him against his front. “He has commitment issues, but he loves me.”
“I tolerate you.”
“A love like a thousand splendid suns.”
“You exhaust me.”
“I love you, too.”
Warren felt like he was the butt of some joke he didn't understand. "Maybe I should go?"
Max seemed like a very unserious kind of person, and Warren didn’t want to make a fool of himself by thinking that any of his interest was actually real. A muscle-bound werewolf hitting on him was basically all of Warren’s dreams coming true, but this didn’t feel right.
He still wasn’t sure what Hill’s whole make-out session after feeding on him had been about. With Max’s chaotic arrival, the episode was beginning to feel like a fever dream.
“What?” Max squeezed him tighter. “But we just met. Stay. You don’t even have to bottom. You can suck my cock while Harland fucks me. It will be fun.”
“I’m not supposed to-”
“Don’t pressure him,” Hill said.
“Or you can bottom. I’d love to fuck you. You’re so cute!” Max lifted Warren off his feet again and squeezed him so tight that he couldn’t breathe, crushing the air out of his lungs. He swung him back and forth like a child hugging a teddy bear. “Don’t you agree, Harland?”
“He is very cute,” Hill agreed. “And I told you to put him down. You’re being very abrupt.”
“I’m just excited,” Max defended himself. He set Warren back down on his feet. “I’m all geared up to be tied down and fucked hard, and then I walk in on you making out with twink-of-the-year. You can’t blame me for being riled up.”
Though he was back on his feet, Warren was still being held tight up against Max’s body. He could feel the back of his head bumping into the lower part of Max’s muscular pecs.
“Take a seat, Max. You need to calm down a-”
“We should chase him!” Max interrupted, letting go of Warren and pushing him away with a manic grin. He turned to Hill. “We could give him a thirty-minute head start, and then I could hunt him down for you and we could fuck him together.”
Warren’s stomach swooped, the idea of Max hunting him – directing all that energy and that huge muscle-bound body into a pursuit of him – both terrifying and weirdly thrilling.
“Calm down.” Hill’s voice was firm, the words coming from deep within his chest in a gruff rumble.
Warren blinked, his brain struggling to process what had just happened. One second Max had been standing a foot away from him, grinning like a maniac, and now the werewolf was on the floor, Hill pinning him down with his knee pressed into his lower back.
It had happened so quickly that Warren hadn’t even seen them move.
Warren knew that vampires could move inhumanly fast, but despite seeing Susan every weekend for three years, he’d never witnessed it for himself.
Max shuddered. It was a full-body thing, his breath coming in a trembling gasp, followed by his whole body going limp and submissive.
Hill reached up and carded his fingers through his hair, stroking him, and Warren had the most intense longing for it to be his hair that Hill was stroking.
“Good boy.” Hill’s voice was still a deep rumble, but he sounded pleased.
“I still want to chase him,” Max said, sleepy and sounding deeply content.
“Maybe later,” Hill said, making Warren’s gut clench and his cock twitch. “But not tonight.”
Max sighed and closed his eyes. “You’re no fun.”
“Stay down.” Hill gave Max’s hair a final pat and rose up. He walked over to Warren, long legs crossing the distance between them in just a few steps, studying him closely.
“Are you okay?”
Warren nodded. The evening hadn’t gone anything like he’d expected, but he was fine. Horny beyond belief, but fine.
“Would you like to go home?”
Warren hesitated, his still hard cock urging him to throw caution to the wind and see where things led, but his nerves won out and he nodded.
He was in way over his head.
Hill inclined his head in acceptance while Max let out a long, drawn-out whine. Hill put an abrupt end to the sound by putting his boot down on Max’s neck and letting out a low rumble of a growl.
Warren shuddered, a tingle running down his spine, and wondered if maybe he shouldn’t stay after all.
Hill released Max from beneath his boot and walked over to Warren, placing his hand on his back and leading him out of the conservatory.
“I’ll have my assistant drive you,” he said.
Max stayed behind, on the floor where Hill had left him.
A woman in a business casual suit was waiting for them by the front door. She was looking at her phone, scrolling furiously, a heavy-looking tote bag hanging from her arm.
Warren was startled to see her. He didn’t know why, but he’d thought they were alone in the house.
He hoped she hadn’t walked by and seen him and Hill making out.
“Mr. Hill,” the woman greeted, sliding her phone into her jacket pocket.
“Sandra.” Hill nodded at her. He stopped walking, his hand moving up to squeeze Warren’s neck. “Warren here is ready to go home. Will you drive him and have someone come pick up his car?”
“Of course, sir.”
Warren closed his eyes, the sensation of Hill’s strong, cold grip making his balls feel full and heavy.
“Can I expect you on Saturday?”
It took Warren a second to realize that the question was directed at him. He quickly swallowed the drool that had pooled in his mouth and nodded.
“Absolutely.”
He blushed. That had sounded very eager.
Even if things had gone much worse, it would have taken a lot for Warren to exit his contract. He had school to pay for, both for himself and his sister, and there was no way he was jeopardizing that over some light sexual harassment.
It wasn’t like the attention had been unwelcome.
“Good. I’ll send a driver to your apartment to pick you up.”
Warren nodded. He was feeling a little lightheaded, and without the I.V. he was used to, he really should get something to drink before the ride home.
“I look forward to it.” He licked his lips, blushing and feeling like that, too, had been too eager. “Would you mind if I get something to drink before I leave?”
Hill looked at Sandra, who reached into her tote bag and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. She handed it to him.
“Thanks,” Warren said, clutching the bottle. It wasn’t his favorite flavor, but it would do the trick.
“Have a good week,” Hill said, sliding his hand up and stroking Warren’s hair. “You exceeded my expectations. I look forward to our next meeting.”
Warren exhaled, his stomach fluttering at the sensation of Hill’s huge fingers on top of his head, but before he could come up with a reply, Hill removed his hand and walked away.
“Are you ready to leave?” Sandra asked, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Warren collected himself and nodded.