Chapter 2 Max
MAX
Max stayed on the floor, humping the carpet and grinding his bulge into the ground as he waited for Harland to return. His inner wolf hadn’t been this worked up in years.
The cute human just smelled so good. His scent lingered in the air, delicious and weirdly perfect, and it was only Harland’s command to stay that prevented him from leaping up and chasing the boy down.
He’d never met someone and instantly wanted to claim them before.
It was probably a good thing that Harland had been present for their first encounter. Max didn’t know what he would have done if he’d run into Warren in the wild.
He would like to think that he’d have managed to remain calm, but he knew himself better than that.
His handle on his wolfy instincts wasn’t the best – a product of growing up with humans and spending a lifetime just not dealing with them – and on the rare occasion they overwhelmed him, they really overwhelmed him.
The squirrel he’d hunted down on the last full moon could attest to that.
Harland appeared next to him, putting a hand on his lower back.
“Have you calmed down?”
Max jumped, the touch catching him off guard, but he was too used to Harland using his freaky vampire speed to be genuinely startled.
“Yes,” Max said with a sigh. Harland’s cool hand on his back was like a tether back to sanity. It was always easier to think when Harland was in control. Everything got so nice and quiet inside his head.
Max loved that about him.
“You liked him, huh?” Harland said, straddling Max’s thighs and grabbing his shoulders. He lowered himself down, his strong fingers working Max’s tense muscles.
Max’s wolf let out a rumble of satisfaction in the back of his mind. He loved when Harland sat on him. He was just the perfect amount of heavy.
“He smelled like he was made for me,” Max said. He wriggled his ass up against Harland's crotch.
Harland made a noncommittal sound, his thumbs tracing the edges of Max’s shoulder blades.
“He did smell good,” he agreed after a few minutes, his hands like magic. “Tasted good, too. I hadn’t planned on kissing him.”
Max chuckled. He bet not. It was actually odd, now that he thought about it, that Harland had been so affected.
It had taken Max weeks of flirting to even get a kiss.
Harland lowered himself down on Max’s back, blanketing him with his body.
It made Max feel perfectly smothered.
“Full moon getting to you, too?” he asked.
Harland went inhumanly still on top of him and Max regretted the words the second he realized what he’d said.
Fuck.
Anything that reminded Harland that he used to be a werewolf was dangerous territory. Max didn’t know why his own werewolf status didn’t seem to trigger him – maybe because he’d grown up without a pack and didn’t act like a werewolf was supposed to – but he was infinitely grateful.
When he’d asked Harland about it – after they’d first hooked up, but before they got serious – Harland had put him on the ground with a viciousness that still scared him to remember.
“No,” Harland said after a tense moment. He didn’t sound angry and Max breathed a sigh of relief.
“Maybe,” Harland added. Max twisted his neck to see his boyfriend’s face, shocked by the admission. Harland’s brow furrowed. “It felt strange.”
Max had no idea what that meant.
“Is that why you were so mean to me?” Max asked, breaking the weird tension with an obvious joke. “Because you are my boyfriend. We live together, have sex almost every day, and we don’t see other people. That’s pretty much the definition of a boyfriend.”
Or maybe it wasn’t a joke. They were in a relationship, and Harland denying it was a dick move. They’d never actually talked about it, but they were a couple. Officially.
Max didn’t let just anyone top him.
“I enjoy spending time with you,” Harland said, placing a kiss on the nape of Max’s neck. “You’re very special to me.”
Max narrowed his eyes. He was being teased.
“If we’re not boyfriends, does that mean I can hook up with other people?”
Two could play that game.
Harland growled, the noise startling them both.
Max couldn’t be more pleased. His wolf was practically vibrating, it was so happy.
Harland wanted him all to himself.
“Come on, you can do it. Admit that I’m your boyfriend,” he said, his grin stretched so wide that it hurt his cheeks. “Either that, or you’re just some guy I’m fucking and we’re not exclusive.”
“Lover,” Harland conceded.
“I can’t believe you folded that easy,” Max said, a sense of relief welling in his chest. He rolled around until he was on his back, Harland managing to stay on top of him, and stared into his lover’s eyes.
Harland was smiling, and Max felt a flutter in his chest like a swarm of butterflies had been released inside of him.
“Kiss me,” he demanded, licking his lips and nudging Harland’s cheek with his nose.
“Do you want it?” Harland asked, teasing him.
When Max nodded, Harland grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled his head back, arching his neck.
“Kiss me already,” Max demanded when Harland just looked at him.
Harland grinned and leaned down to give him what he wanted. He was an aggressive and passionate kisser, pushing into Max’s mouth with vigor, batting away Max’s tongue every time he tried to take control and licking over his lips and teeth, thoroughly dominating him.
It was awesome.
Max broke away from Harland’s mouth with a gasp. He laughed breathlessly and reached up to grab Harland’s waist. He squeezed down, the smooth leather of his lover’s motorcycle racing suit cool beneath his fingertips.
“I love you,” he said.
Harland responded by grinding his bulge down on Max’s crotch, nostrils flaring as he pressed their foreheads together and kissed him again.
“You’re mine,” Harland said, kissing his way down Max’s chin and licking his neck. “Every part of you.”
“All yours,” Max agreed, grabbing Harland’s hair and moving his mouth down just a little to the left. He arched his neck to give him more access. Harland’s mouth felt so good, and the wet scrape of his teeth over Max’s jugular was only making him feel better. “All of me.”
Harland’s chest rumbled, a rolling, happy sound, and then before Max had time to brace himself, he bit into his throat.
Max came in his pants.
Harland had broken skin, biting into Max’s throat with the viciousness of a predator, but this was not the bite of a vampire.
It felt like being claimed. Max could feel his wolf connecting with Harland, a piece of him sinking its claws into the fabric of Max’s being and not letting go.
Max had nothing to compare it to, and that was a tragedy. It felt like coming home and being embraced – like being loved and like suddenly being whole.
“Grab my hair,” Max moaned, reaching around and squeezing Harland’s leather-clad butt. He was still riding the high of his orgasm and the weird feeling of bliss that Harland’s bite had induced, and he wanted to prolong the feeling for as long as possible. “Kiss me.”
“Demanding,” Harland murmured, licking up under Max’s jaw and grabbing his hair tight. There was a note of confusion in his voice, and Max wondered what he was thinking.
“Do it!” Max demanded, the dull throbbing pain lingering from Harland’s bite sending waves of pleasure through his body.
His cock, now spent and going soft, was wonderfully sensitive.
Every time the weight of Harland’s crotch pressed down on it through their respective layers of clothing, the too much feeling made Max twitch with overstimulated bliss.
Harland obliged, but not how Max had intended. He brought his mouth to the bite on Max’s throat and kissed the wound, the tender, sharply painful feeling making Max feel like there were fireworks going off under every inch of his skin.
Harland let out another rumble, yanking Max’s head back and licking up the line of his jaw and scraping his teeth over his chin.
It was all just too much. Max was overstimulated in every sense of the word, and yet he still wanted more.
“Fuck me,” he whined, desperately turning around so that he was back on his stomach. Harland had no problem staying on top of him, lifting up just enough to let Max turn, and then dropping back down and grinding his bulge into Max’s ass.
Max arched his back, lifting his butt up and pushing it into Harland’s crotch.
He could feel his huge cock through the leather, hard and perfect, and now would be a good time for Harland to use some of that freaky vampire speed of his to get them undressed and into bed so that Harland could finally give him the pounding he so desperately needed.
“You-”
As if he'd read his mind, Harland lifted him up and, with a disorienting woosh of air and the sound of fabric ripping, transported Max to his bed.
Head spinning, Max flipped over onto his stomach and looked over his shoulder. Harland was behind him, standing at the foot of the bed with a bottle of lube, his leather racing suit and boots in a pile on the floor next to him.
“You could have given me whiplash,” Max whined, just for the sake of complaining. He spread his legs and presented his ass, giving it a wiggle. “You should be more careful with me.”
Harland rolled his eyes and lubed up his cock, dropping the bottle on the floor and crawling up on the bed and straddling Max’s thighs. He grabbed Max’s ass, squeezing it and pulling his cheek to the side to expose his twitching hole, and stroked over the opening with the pad of his thumb.
“I’m always careful with you,” Harland said, pushing his thumb into Max’s hole and tugging on the rim. “You’re still in one piece, aren’t you?”
“I guess,” Max said, lifting his ass and chasing Harland’s thumb. Before he and Harland had started hooking up, Max hadn’t known that he was verse, but Harland had taught him that bottoming could be amazing.
Now, if only they had Warren there to bottom for Max while he bottomed for Harland, things would be perfect.
“Are you distracted?” Harland asked, his thumb withdrawing from Max’s hole. He sounded amused.