Chapter 6 Marcus
MARCUS
Marcus kept his movements slow and gentle as he slipped his knot from Warren’s hole, his wolf crowing with bone-deep satisfaction as he laid his mate down on the bed so that he could keep sleeping.
Standing there, his naked cock dripping with a heady mix of lube and come, Marcus knew that this was going to be difficult. He backed away from the bed, his gaze fixed on the almost healed bite mark on Warren’s skin, and wondered if he should revisit the kidnapping idea.
It was tempting.
The other option was to wait until morning and let Warren walk out of the room like nothing had happened.
Marcus would have to keep dating him, making him fall for him the human way, and even then, there was no guarantee that Warren would decide to commit to him of his own free will and come back to Alaska.
Marcus honestly didn’t know if he had it in him. How Steve had managed to stand on the outside as August and Ryker laid claim to his mate, Marcus would never know.
His brothers were going to give him such a hard time. Less than twelve hours. That was how long he’d managed to control himself before claiming Warren for his own.
Running his hand through his sweaty hair, Marcus gave Warren’s sleeping face one last look before making his way into the bathroom. He grabbed his toothbrush and hopped in the shower, brushing his teeth and washing the lube and sweat off his skin before drying off and heading back into the bedroom.
He was surprised to find Warren awake, though he probably shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t even eight o’clock and the boy hadn’t had dinner. Now that he thought about it, Marcus was pretty hungry himself.
Warren was on his stomach, several pillows stacked under his chest as he perused the in-room dining menu. When he heard Marcus enter the room, he turned to him with a frown.
“Room service here is really expensive.”
Marcus chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. I can afford to splurge. How are you feeling?” He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked Warren’s back through the sheet covering him.
Warren turned around and sat up, wincing slightly. “Pretty good. A little sore, maybe.”
“Can I have a look? I want to make sure I didn’t get too rough and cause any damage.”
Warren shrugged, looking self-conscious, before going to his knees and shuffling around so that his ass was facing Marcus.
“Like this?”
Marcus bit his lip, the sight of Warren’s abused little hole making his cock spring right back to life. Gaping, twitching and struggling to close, the rim of Warren’s hole was an angry red color, and every time it failed to close all the way, a little dribble of Marcus’s come would escape.
Reaching out, Marcus touched his index finger to the tender opening and felt along the rim. Hot to the touch, Warren flinched at the contact.
“No tearing,” Marcus said, pushing his finger inside and dragging it all around the circumference of Warren’s hole.
Warren trembled, and Marcus’s balls pulled tight.
He was tempted to push Warren down and fuck him again, to mount him and ruin his hole even more, but he knew that the boy wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Withdrawing his finger, he wiped the sticky mess off on Warren’s thigh.
“You’re a little worse for wear, but you should be fine in the morning. ”
Warren sat back down, hissing in pain as he tried to find a somewhat comfortable position. “Tomorrow?”
He looked skeptical.
“Werewolf alpha come.” Marcus reached over and tousled his hair. “Antiseptic and speeds up healing.”
“That’s so weird,” Warren said. He looked down, freezing at the sight of Marcus’s hard cock pointing right at him.
Marcus laughed at the nervous look on his face.
“Don’t worry, I know you’re all fucked out for the night.”
Warren licked his lips. “I mean. I could give you a blowjob while we wait for the food…” he said, trying to sound casual.
Marcus’s grin was all wolf. “You little slut.”
Warren went beet red.
“I just-”
“I know.” Marcus took hold of his cock and gave it a stroke. “You want to get on your knees between my legs and worship my cock. I’m happy to let you. Just let me get comfortable.”
Marcus crawled up to the top of the bed and sat down, pushing a couple of pillows behind his back, and spread his legs. He grabbed the menu Warren had been looking at and looked over the options.
Warren didn’t move, sitting next to him with all the stillness of a statue.
“Any time you want to get started,” Marcus said, looking down at him and nodding down at his cock where it was resting against his abs.
“How should I…” Warren trailed off, though he did go to his knees and move down the bed so that he was next to Marcus’s legs. He glanced up at Marcus’s face with an uncertain expression.
Marcus shot him a reassuring grin. “However you want to do it. This is your show.”
“Okay,” Warren muttered, climbing over Marcus’s thick thigh and positioning himself between his legs. He lowered himself down to his front, holding himself up on his elbows, and scooted up until his face was a few inches away from Marcus’s crotch.
Marcus spread his thighs, giving the boy proper access to his package.
When Warren just stared at it, Marcus huffed. “Start with my balls.”
Blushing crimson red, Warren scooted forward and gently nudged his nose into Marcus’s heavy balls. He inhaled, smelling them quietly, before giving the skin of his sac a tentative lick.
Feigning nonchalance, Marcus went back to looking at the menu. That little sniff – quiet and trying not to be obvious about wanting to smell the scent of Marcus’s musk – was one of the most arousing things he’d ever experienced.
Warren sucked one of Marcus’s balls into his mouth. About the size of a large plum, Marcus had larger balls than average, and the hint of teeth told him that Warren wasn’t having the easiest time sucking on it.
It still felt amazing. The slight tugging sensation as Warren sucked was delightful, and the sight of Warren with his cheeks bulging and looking stuffed was giving Marcus all sorts of ideas for what else he could stuff into that cute mouth.
Warren would look fantastic in a ball gag.
Reaching for the phone on the nightstand, Marcus dialed the number for room service.
A cheery woman greeted him, her voice loud enough that she might as well have been on speakerphone.
Warren froze.
“Hi, I’d like to order some room service for two people.” Marcus looked down at Warren and lifted his brow. Warren’s eyes widened, but he resumed sucking and Marcus smirked.
“Of course, Mr. Miller. What would you like to order?”
“Two cheeseburgers, two T-bone steaks with all the sides, rare, a Caesar salad, the lasagna and some garlic bread.”
“Of course. Anything to drink?”
“Two Augustiner beers, some sparkling water and whatever red wine you’d recommend to go with the steaks.”
“We have a nice Ripasso that goes well with seared meat.”
“We’ll take that.” Marcus twitched, his breath hitching when Warren let go of his ball and licked into the crease of his thigh.
“We’ll have that up to you in about half an hour.”
“Great. Bye.”
Marcus hung up the phone and spread his legs, moaning when Warren moved from his inner thigh and down to his taint.
Warren had to nudge Marcus’s balls out of the way to reach, his heavy sac draping itself over the top of Warren’s face, and Marcus couldn’t resist the impulse to lift his hips and give the boy access to his hole.
Marcus wasn’t going to let Warren fuck him, but he would happily let him eat him out.
Warren did not disappoint. He licked his way between Marcus’s muscular cheeks, tongue swiping over his hole, grabbing hold of Marcus’s muscular thigh for leverage and practically trying to bury his face in Marcus’s ass.
For the next twenty minutes, Marcus clenched his fists and resisted the impulse to take control while Warren got more and more comfortable worshiping his cock, balls and hole.
Compared to those first few, tentative licks to Marcus’s balls, Warren was a greedy little monster.
When he burrowed back under Marcus’s balls to tongue his hole, licking and sucking and making an absolute mess of his face, Marcus couldn’t hold it any more.
“Fuck, I’m going to come!”
Marcus clamped his thighs tight around Warren’s head, putting him in an impromptu headscissor, and threw his head back as his orgasm crashed over him. He jerked himself off, milking himself while he squeezed his legs even tighter around Warren’s throat.
Frantic tapping had him relaxing his legs, his body shuddering as he jerked himself through the last aftershocks of his orgasm. He pulled Warren up and onto his lap, crashing his lips down and capturing Warren’s mouth in a messy kiss. The taste of his own sweat and musk bloomed on his tongue.
When Warren pulled away, gasping for breath, Marcus pushed him down to his abs and smeared his face into the mess of come he’d shot all over his front.
Proving that he was perfect, Warren immediately started licking up his load and slurping it down with unabashed greed.
“That’s a good boy,” Marcus said when Warren was done, the boy’s tongue swiping lazily up and down the crevices of Marcus’s abs. Warren shuddered at the praise. “Look at you. So greedy for it. I love it.”
Warren wiped his mouth and sat up, his expression sheepish and mildly embarrassed. He opened his mouth to speak, but whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Food is set up in the living room, alpha.”
Bruce must have intercepted the dining cart. Marcus was glad. He disliked staying in hotels enough as it was, and the fewer people that entered his suite while he stayed there, the better.
“Thank you, Bruce.” Marcus threaded his fingers through Warren’s hair. He looked toward the door. “You can take the rest of the night off.”
“Yes, alpha.”