Chapter 15 Warren #2
“No, we let them go,” Marcus said, doing a very poor job of lying. Warren got the sense that Marcus wasn’t used to talking to someone who wouldn’t understand the appeal of chasing and eating a rabbit.
“Do you have many human friends?” Warren asked, curious.
Marcus shook his head and took a sip of his beer. “Not really. Socially, I only spend time with my pack.” He grinned ruefully. “Why? Am I terribly uncivilized?”
Warren laughed. “No, I was just curious.”
“I’m happy to answer all your questions.”
The look Marcus gave him was completely sincere, and Warren got a little flustered. Marcus – and Harland and Max, for that matter – made everything seem so serious.
Warren hadn’t been in the market for serious. He’d barely been in the market for casual fun.
“What’s your endgame, here?” Warren asked, biting his lip and deciding to be blunt.
“I haven’t made that clear?” Marcus asked, tilting his head and giving him a cocky look that had Warren’s stomach tingling.
“In that case, let me spell it out for you. I take you back to our compound outside of Fairbanks and we live there as a mated couple. I’d help you find something to do professionally, if you wanted to work, and maybe bring your sister up to live nearby.
We spend the rest of our days living happily ever after. ”
Marcus reached forward with his feet under the table and hooked them around Warren’s ankles.
“We’d spend a lot of time having kinky sex.”
Warren gasped, the sudden presence of Marcus’s dress shoes trapping his legs catching him off guard.
“That’s a lot,” Warren said.
“But you want it.” Marcus ran his dress shoes up and down the outside of Warren’s legs. “You want me.”
“I don’t know,” Warren said, leaning forward as his cock sprang to life.
“Really? If I offered right now to take you up to my room, get naked, and shift into my full alpha form and let you explore my body however you liked, you wouldn’t be interested?”
Warren glanced around, his face hot from the force of his blush, and didn’t answer. He remembered how huge Marcus’s hand had gotten when he shifted it – how sharp his claws had been – and the idea of his whole body at that scale was beyond what he could imagine.
“Or I could stay like this, if you think it’s too soon for the alpha shift. I wouldn’t want to scare you off.”
Warren shook his head, his blush intensifying. Marcus was still stroking his feet up and down his legs, and it was so distracting.
“No, the first thing sounds… good.”
Marcus laughed and withdrew his feet from Warren’s legs. “Good, huh? All right.” He pushed back his chair and rose to his feet, and Warren made a squeaky noise of surprise at the sight of Marcus’s rock-hard cock snaking its way down his thigh.
He could see individual veins, the bulge was so tight.
Marcus grabbed his coat and folded it over his arm, holding it over his crotch as he walked around to where Warren was sitting.
He threaded his fingers through Warren’s hair. “Ready?”
Glancing around, Warren saw that he now had the attention of a few people around the restaurant. Their waiter, specifically, was staring at him and looking positively green with envy.
“I just need a minute,” Warren said, trying to will his cock to go down. Unlike Marcus, he didn’t have a convenient suit jacket to drape over his crotch.
Marcus signaled the waiter.
The young man almost tripped over himself in his haste to come do Marcus’s bidding.
“What can I do for you, sir?” the man asked, completely ignoring Warren.
“Could you get our coats?”
“Of course. Is there anything else I could do for you? Anything at all?”
Warren had never wanted to slap a waiter before. How dare he flirt with Marcus right in front of him? Couldn’t he see that they were on a date? Marcus was his.
“No. Just the coats.”
The waiter left, and Warren glanced away from his retreating form to find Marcus looking at him with a pleased little grin.
“What?” Warren asked, looking around.
“You’re so jealous.”
“I am not!” Warren objected.
“Don’t worry, I love it. I’m all yours.”
Warren looked down, embarrassed and feeling all light and fluttery in his chest.
When the waiter came back, Warren took his coat without saying thank you. It was the rudest he’d ever been to a service person.
With a shield to protect innocent eyes from his bulge, Warren was able to get up from his chair. Marcus pulled him close to his body as they walked out into the lobby, tucking him in under his arm and holding him tight.
The idea that Marcus was going to get bigger boggled Warren’s mind. Marcus was already huge, his looming presence making Warren feel tiny, and the idea that there could be more was just unreal.
Marcus didn’t say anything as they rode up the elevator, but he did start playing with the shell of Warren’s ear, pinching and tugging on it with gentle little exploratory movements.
All of a sudden, the blunt pad of Marcus’s fingers on his ear turned sharp. Warren held his breath, holding still as he felt Marcus’s claws stroking down the outer shell of his ear, scratching him.
Looking in the mirror, he saw that Marcus had shifted his hand like he had at dinner, his massive claws right up against the side of Warren’s face.
Like this, Marcus’s hand was big enough that he could wrap it around the top of Warren’s head like a softball.
When the elevator stopped, Warren released the breath he’d been holding. Marcus shifted his clawed grip to the back of his neck, his touch gentle, the pad of his thumb rubbing over Warren’s jugular.
Moving toward the door to Marcus’s suite, Warren felt like he was walking into a lion’s den. His heart was beating fast, his breaths speeding up to match, and his palms were sweaty.
Stepping through the door to the suite, Marcus released his hold on the back of Warren’s neck. When Warren turned to look at him, both his hands were back to normal.
“Would you like a drink?” Marcus asked, hanging up his coat and suit jacket and stepping out of his shoes.
“I’m good,” Warren said, kicking off his own shoes and putting away his coat.
Warren looked down, unconsciously biting his lower lip at the sight of Marcus’s bulge.
“You’re eager to get started, huh?”
Marcus unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the thick mounds of his pecs and rock-hard abs, and Warren stared slack-mouthed as the muscular werewolf shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it to the floor.
“That’s good. I’m eager, too.”
Marcus undid the button on his pants, pushing them down along with his briefs and letting his cock spring free.
Warren just stood there, overwhelmed by the speed at which Marcus was getting naked.
“Are you going to be good for me?” Marcus asked, lifting his feet one by one to take off his socks and get fully naked.
Warren nodded, hurrying to wipe his chin when a trail of drool escaped the corner of his mouth.
“Are you ready?” Marcus asked, stepping in close and taking Warren’s chin between his thumb and index finger. His cock pushed into Warren’s sweater, poking him and making him want to reach up and touch. “I can change back at any time.”
Warren nodded.
That was all the permission Marcus seemed to require. He took a breath, squaring his shoulders, and grew.
Warren’s legs nearly buckled, the immensity of the change catching him off guard. Marcus, in his alpha form, had to be eight feet tall, at least. Warren didn’t even come up past the middle of his abs.
Still holding him by his chin, his dark claw pressing into the skin under his lip, Marcus looked down at him with an expression that made Warren feel like he was about to be devoured.
He gulped.
Marcus’s looming face, his jaw partially obscured by the powerful swell of his pecs, grinned down at him, showing off a set of wickedly sharp canines.
Warren took a breath, the heat of Marcus’s body pushing against him like an infrared heater.
He licked his lips.
Something huge was pushing into the upper part of his chest. Warren registered the presence, massive and hot against his skin, but he didn’t have the guts to look down to see what kind of equipment Marcus was working with.
The idea of the hulking beast in front of him chasing him through the woods or acting even slightly aggressive was scary enough to have Warren feel like he was going to piss himself.
“Take a moment to get used to it,” Marcus said, his hand moving up from Warren’s chin to stroke over his cheek. His voice was lower than usual, a rough gravel that sent shudders down Warren’s spine.
Closing his eyes, Warren trembled. This close, he could feel the intense heat coming off Marcus’s body, and the way his musky scent filled Warren’s nose made him feel lightheaded.
He didn’t know if he wanted to lean in and lick or run away screaming.
“You’re okay,” Marcus said, the tips of his claws scratching down behind Warren’s ear. The way his voice rumbled reverberated down into Warren’s very bones. “This is all for you.”
Warren gathered his courage, eyes still closed as Marcus’s claws traced gently up and down over his face, and opened his eyes. He looked down at the thing pressing against his sternum.
The sight of Marcus’s shifted cock was more shocking than he could have ever imagined.
Thicker than his wrists and at least twelve inches long, the foreskin pulled back to show off a cockhead the size of a small apple, it looked more like the oversized display version of a penis than the real thing.
Marcus held Warren’s head between his enormous hands, thumbs rubbing over the line of his jaw in a soothing motion.
Warren realized that he’d been about to start hyperventilating.
“You don’t have to take it yet,” Marcus said, pulling Warren close to his body and pressing his cheek into his abs.
His thick cock lay flat against Warren’s chest, the bulbous head nestled against the crook of his armpit, and Warren could feel it throbbing and leaking a heavy flow of pre-come down his flank.