Chapter 15 Warren #3
What did Marcus mean by yet? Warren would never, not with a million years of practice, be able to take that thing inside of him.
“Lick,” Marcus ordered, turning Warren's head so that his face was pushed into the lower part of his abs. He dragged Warren’s face back and forth, holding his head like a basketball and controlling his movements like it was nothing.
At first, Warren froze and did nothing as his nose and mouth were moved over the taut plane of Marcus’s stomach. When Marcus said ‘lick,’ his mind immediately went to the alpha’s huge cock. When he realized that Marcus was talking about his lower abs, Warren got with the program.
Tentatively, Warren reached up and held on to Marcus’s hips, feeling the flex of hard muscle under his skin, and parted his lips so that he could carefully stick out his tongue.
Marcus tasted like salt and sweat, the musk from his crotch just a few inches below where he was licking filling Warren’s nose.
“Good boy,” Marcus said, his voice low and intense. He pushed Warren lower, moving his face down to his crotch and pushing him into the base of his cock where it met his thigh.
The scent of Marcus’s musky body exploded in Warren’s nose, the air saturated with the alpha’s pheromones, and Warren saw stars as he felt the swell of Marcus’s knot pressing against the side of his cheek.
Marcus lifted his cock, revealing his huge peach-sized balls, and pushed Warren down so that he could tilt his head back and let his sac come to rest over his face.
Blinded by the heft of Marcus’s balls, the heavy sac spilling over the bridge of his nose and over his eyes, Warren found himself pushed even deeper between Marcus’s legs until he was crouching down with his head tilted back and his face was being pushed into the alpha’s sweaty taint.
This must be what heaven felt like, Warren realized. The scent and heat of Marcus’s enormous body were like a drug, making Warren feel like the insignificant worshipper of some ancient god of sex, musk, and muscle.
All too soon, Warren was ripped away from his own personal slice of heaven. Marcus laughed, stepping off of Warren’s face and releasing him from between his hairy tree-trunk thighs. Warren stumbled, his face wet with sweat, his breaths coming fast like he’d just run a sprint.
“You were going to make me come,” Marcus explained.
“Oh,” Warren said, wiping his mouth. He could still taste Marcus’s sweat on his tongue, musky and intense and feeling like it was just getting stronger the longer it lingered.
“Let’s go sit down. This is supposed to be your show.”
Grabbing his head, holding it from the top like he was gripping a softball, Marcus marched Warren over to the couch.
Warren scrambled to follow, but his human legs were unable to keep up with Marcus and he lost his balance. Instead of stopping, Marcus used the grip he had on Warren’s head to lift him up and carry him the rest of the way over to the seating area.
His ears ringing, the experience of having been lifted up by his head still not quite registering as real, Warren looked at Marcus as the alpha made himself comfortable.
Spreading his legs, pushing his feet out and shoving the coffee table back, Marcus lifted his arms and draped them out over the back of the couch, his huge body on glorious display.
“I’m all yours.”
Warren just stared.
“If you want to save my cock and balls for later, I enjoy getting my nipples chewed on and I like having my armpits eaten out. I also like getting rimmed.” Marcus reached down and stroked his cock before lifting his arm back up to the back of the couch.
“But this is your show. Whatever you want to do.”
“What if I want to be on top?”
Warren didn’t know where the question came from or how he got the courage to ask it.
Marcus smirked, looking down at the bulge pushing against the front of Warren’s slacks.
“Do you think I’d even feel it?”
Warren blushed, the cocky delivery making his cock twitch.
“It’s not small,” he defended himself.
Instead of answering, Marcus looked down at the twelve-inch monster resting over his bunched-up abs.
“It’s not small for a human,” Warren corrected.
Was he into this? Was he getting off on Marcus telling him he had a small dick?
What the fuck?
“I think it’s cute,” Marcus said. “If you want to try fucking me with it… sure. Why not?”
Warren did not want to fuck anyone. He’d only asked because he’d thought that Marcus would say no.
“Maybe later,” he said, looking at Marcus’s wide chest. His gaze darted over to the alpha’s exposed armpit, the deep crevice and dark patch of hair suddenly looking very inviting.
Seeing where his attention was fixated, Marcus leaned forward and grabbed the back of his head. He pulled him down and kissed his brow, playing with the shell of his ear as he held him in place.
“Do you want me to push your face into my armpit?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
Warren nodded, the barest tilt of his head.
“Sure.”
Marcus leaned back, pulling Warren with him and yanking him up onto his lap.
Warren gasped at the sensation of Marcus’s huge cock pressed between their bodies, so thick and hard, but then the world went dark and all he could focus on was the musky heat of Marcus’s armpit.
Pushing him into the space under his arm, grinding his nose into the sweaty skin, Marcus abruptly lowered his arm and trapped him there.
Warren hadn’t expected to be held captive under Marcus’s arm. He’d thought that Marcus would sit with his arms draped over the back of the couch, cocky and relaxed, and let Warren lick into his armpit as he pleased.
This was so much better.
Warren couldn’t breathe, his head trapped in a vice of muscle, the rock-hard flex of Marcus’s bicep keeping him from moving so much as an inch.
“Sorry,” Marcus said, releasing him. “I couldn’t help myself. Go ahead. Your show.”
He sat back, leaving Warren once again gasping for breath and feeling utterly overwhelmed.
“Did you like that?” Marcus asked, shoving two fingers into his mouth and fucking them over his tongue.
There was no chance for Warren to answer.
Two of Marcus’s fingers were wide enough when he was human, but now they stretched Warren’s lips to the brink.
He could feel the sharpness of Marcus’s claws against the back of his soft palate, tickling his gag reflex, making him choke as the alpha-sized fingers pushed deeper and deeper until they were going down into his throat.
Drool spewed from Warren’s mouth, all the while Marcus pushed into him and watched his fingers stretching Warren’s lips with a fascinated, heated gaze.
Marcus hooked his fingers down, bringing his thumb up on the underside of Warren’s chin and grabbing hold of his jaw. Warren’s whole body heaved as he choked and tried to expel the invading digits.
Marcus held his jaw, moving his head from side to side with a cocky, almost frightening grin.
“Good boy.”
Marcus let go of Warren’s mouth, his fingers dripping. He gave Warren’s cheeks a few light taps before squeezing his chin between his thumb and index finger.
Warren noticed that the claws digging into his cheeks weren’t nearly as sharp as they had been before. He realized that Marcus had shifted his hand back to something more human before invading his throat, probably so that he didn’t accidentally slice up the inside of Warren’s esophagus.
That would have been a mood killer.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Marcus said, shoving his thumb into Warren’s mouth and rubbing it over his bottom teeth. “I will let you take the lead, I promise. Just let me have a little fun first, okay?”
Warren swallowed, his tongue swiping over the tip of Marcus’s thumb.
He had no complaints about how things were going. Letting him take the lead had always been Marcus’s idea. Warren, sitting there on the lap of an eight-foot-tall alpha werewolf, still wearing the outfit he’d picked out for his date, was happy to be dominated and used.
He nodded.
“Yeah?”
Warren’s heart skipped a beat at the predatory look of anticipation that flashed across Marcus’s face.
This had been Marcus trying to let him take the lead, he realized.
Marcus, in his alpha shift, was a lot more intimidating than Marcus in his human form, and not just because his alpha shift was so big. It felt like Marcus had shifted his personality, too, his wolfish instincts pushed to the forefront.
Warren's next nod was slightly more hesitant.
“Fuck yeah,” Marcus growled. He pushed Warren out of his lap, making him stumble for a moment before he found his footing.
“Run.”
“What?” Warren asked, the command like a shot of adrenaline straight into his heart. Marcus sounded dangerous.
“You have five seconds. Five, four-”
Warren ran, Marcus counting down behind him, but he didn’t know where to go.
The suite was big, but it wasn’t that big.
He set his sights on the bedroom door, leaping toward it, but before he'd even made it two steps, he was tackled to the ground and trapped under God-only-knows how many pounds of werewolf muscle.
“Too slow,” Marcus growled, licking over his ear and squeezing his throat in a chokehold. “Try again.”
Marcus let him up, but as he rose to his feet, his pants were ripped straight off his legs. The fabric, a cheap blend of cotton and polyester, was no match for Marcus’s claws.
“Ten seconds.” Marcus grabbed the hem of Warren’s shirt and yanked it up and off. “Ten, nine-”
Warren bolted. This time he made it to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him, and into the bathroom. Closing the door, he managed to lock it just in time for Marcus to crash into the door and make the whole wall shake.
“Warren, let me in,” Marcus demanded, his voice playful.
Warren pressed himself back up against the far wall, his bladder seconds away from betraying him when Marcus slammed into the door again. The door shook on its hinges, the wall around it shaking, and then Marcus slammed into it one more time and the whole thing came crashing in.
Marcus stood on the other side of the busted-down door, grinning wide and licking his lips as he advanced into the room.
“Okay, nope, too much, I’m not liking this!” Warren cried, holding up his hands in defense. “Safeword!”
Marcus stopped in his tracks, his looming, monstrous form coming to a halt just a few feet away from where Warren was cowering. He glanced back at the door, seeming to come back to himself as he realized what he’d done.
“Shit.” Giving himself a little shake, Marcus shrank down, his inhuman features melting away until he was back to his usual self. He looked at the door and then at Warren with a guilty, awkward expression.
Warren relaxed, though his heart was still beating a mile a minute.
“I got carried away. I forgot that you’re not used to playing chase.”
Warren bit back a laugh. That was a very different version of chase than the one he was used to.
“I’m really, really not,” Warren said. He leaned back against the wall, his legs feeling like jelly. He stared at the wreckage. “You broke down the door.”
Marcus sucked a breath in through his teeth and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” He lifted the door up and propped it up against the wall. “That’s not ideal.”
“Will you get in trouble?”
Marcus shook his head. “No, I’ll just have to pay to get it fixed.” He looked Warren up and down. “Are you okay? I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t expect to be so overwhelmed.”
“I’m fine.” Warren’s breathing was finally calming down. Now that Marcus seemed back to normal, Warren couldn’t help but be curious. “What would you have done if I hadn’t stopped you?”
Marcus licked his lips, his hand absentmindedly going to his cock and giving it a squeeze.
“Licked you, probably, and fucked your thighs. I didn’t really have a plan.”
Marcus grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
It seemed that Marcus thought that they were done having sex, and while Warren understood why he would think that, he wasn’t happy about it.
He'd been having a great time right up until he nearly pissed himself in terror.
“We could still do that,” Warren said. “Maybe not with the alpha-shift, but just like this. If you still want to, that is?”
Marcus gave him an incredulous look. “Are you serious?”
Embarrassed, feeling stupid for not reading the room, Warren shook his head and immediately backtracked. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I was just-”
“Of course I want to,” Marcus interrupted. He walked over and cupped Warren’s cheek, a look of awe on his features. “I’m just surprised you still do.”
“Oh.” Warren bit his lip. “Well… I do.”