Chapter 16 Marcus
MARCUS
When Marcus came back to himself and realized that he’d broken down the bathroom door and that Warren was plastered up against the wall, cowering in terror and looking like he was having the worst night of his life, he didn’t know what to do with himself.
What could he do?
This was the end. He'd had his chance with Warren and blown it. There was no coming back from the insanity he’d just subjected his mate to.
Why had he thought that Warren would enjoy being chased? What demented thought process had taken him from trying to entice Warren with his body to subjecting him to a non-consensual bout of primal play?
The next few minutes, however, proved that mates were real and that Warren was his. Instead of running away screaming the second he had the chance, Warren went right back to being horny. What Marcus had thought was a relationship-ending catastrophe was treated as a minor break in the proceedings.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Marcus breathed, staring down at Warren with reverent worship blossoming in his chest. He crouched down, bringing his lips to the corner of Warren’s mouth and licking across his bottom lip. “How are you this perfect?”
“I’m really not,” Warren said, trying to kiss him back before submitting to Marcus’s tongue.
“You are,” Marcus insisted. He grabbed Warren between his legs and lifted him up, crushing him against the wall and licking into his mouth.
They stayed like that for a good five minutes, making out and groping each other, before Marcus decided it was time to move things along and carried him into the bedroom.
Setting Warren down on the bed, Marcus unwrapped the towel from around his waist and let his cock spring free. He climbed onto the mattress, sitting down behind Warren and pulling him in between his legs, trapping his cock up against the boy’s back.
Reaching around to Warren’s front, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Warren glanced up over his shoulder, watching his face intently as Marcus undressed him.
“I’ll have some new pants brought for you,” Marcus said, sheepishly removing the ripped remains of Warren’s pants from around his waist and tugging down his briefs.
Warren lifted his butt so that he could slide them down, the movement making Marcus grunt at the sudden stimulation of his cock where it pressed up against Warren’s back.
Leaning down for another kiss, Marcus grabbed hold of Warren’s throat and framed his jaw so that he could lick over his mouth.
He could feel the raised edges of Harland’s mating bite under his thumb. Stroking over it, feeling the unfamiliar shape of the other alpha’s teeth, Marcus wondered what he was going to do about it.
When Max had said that Harland had claimed Warren, Marcus had dismissed it as irrelevant. The claim of a vampire meant nothing to a werewolf.
The mark on Warren’s neck was not the claim of a vampire.
“What?” Warren asked.
Marcus realized he’d stopped kissing him, his nose pressed into Warren’s cheek as he absentmindedly stroked his thumb over the competing claim on Warren’s neck.
“Just thinking.” Marcus shifted his grip from Warren’s throat up to his jaw. He placed a small kiss onto the tip of Warren’s nose.
“About Harland?”
“About what I’m going to do about him.” Marcus released Warren’s jaw and wrapped both his arms around his waist, leaning down and resting his chin on top of Warren’s head. “He might be a vampire, but he’s enough of an alpha that he’s managed to claim you.”
“I didn’t ask him to,” Warren said.
Marcus huffed out a laugh.
“We alphas aren’t always the best at asking.” Marcus reached down and stroked Warren’s cock. “It’s more in our nature to take.”
“Greedy,” Warren commented, his abs twitching when Marcus swiped his thumb over the head of his cock. Marcus played with the crown of Warren’s glans for a few seconds, stroking along the edge, loving the little twitches and hitched breaths his touch elicited.
“I want you all for myself.” Marcus gave Warren’s shaft a firm squeeze. A drop of pre-come formed on Warren’s slit, which Marcus used to lube up his cockhead and smooth the way for his thumb to make another pass around his crown.
“I…” Warren pushed himself back into Marcus’s body, grabbing his wrists when Marcus focused on the sensitive spot under his frenulum.
“I’m going to fight him.” Marcus couldn’t help the way his voice dipped into a low growl. “He can't have you. You’re mine.”
Marcus pumped his fist down on Warren’s cock, jerking him furiously until Warren cried out and spilled his load all over his hand.
Tweaking his nipple and pressing his face into his scalp, Marcus milked Warren through his orgasm before lifting his hand and licking the boy’s load off his fingers.
Warren didn’t say anything, his body relaxed as he leaned back against Marcus’s chest. Marcus was rock hard, his cock throbbing where it pressed into the line of Warren’s spine.
“You’re not actually going to fight Harland, are you?” Warren asked, glancing up at him again. He bit his lip, looking worried.
“Not to the death,” Marcus said, splaying his hand wide across Warren’s chest. He rubbed his index finger over Warren’s left nipple, playing with it. “We need to settle which one of us is the dominant alpha.”
“And you’re sure that it’s you?”
Marcus was offended by the doubt in Warren’s voice.
“It’s always me.” He pinched Warren’s nipple, making him jolt.
“And then you’ll make him back off?”
Marcus hummed an affirmation, enjoying the press of Warren’s body against his cock. Just sitting there, hard and aching, it was a little like edging himself.
“Why?” he asked, when Warren didn’t say anything more. “Would you prefer it if I didn’t?”
“I don’t know,” Warren shrugged. “It’s not like I’m even dating them. We just hooked up in the heat of the moment. I didn’t plan it.”
That, Marcus noted with a huff of irritation, was not a no.
“You’re dating me,” Marcus said, needing to make sure that he wasn’t in the same ‘not dating’ category as his rivals.
“Yeah,” Warren agreed.
“Only me.”
Warren chuckled. “You know, being this possessive this early on is a pretty big red flag.”
Marcus frowned, wondering if Warren was warning him or just making an observation. He didn’t seem like he thought Marcus’s possessiveness was a bad thing.
Marcus didn’t tell him that he was being uncharacteristically un-possessive. The fact that he hadn’t torn Max’s head from his shoulders was a miracle, and that he wasn’t filled with the overwhelming urge to hunt Harland down and drag him into the sun was so out of character that it defied belief.
“I’m a werewolf.” Marcus kissed the top of Warren’s head, deciding not to defend himself more than offering up that factual statement.
He forced himself to stop thinking about Max and Harland. Examining his feelings and reactions was only making him confused and irritated.
“So is Max, and he wants to share.”
Marcus pushed Warren forward, making him cry out in surprise, and lay down on top of him.
“Do you want us to share?” he asked, grinding his cock up between Warren’s thighs. “Are you greedy? Do you want all of us for yourself?”
“I don’t-”
“Could you handle it?” Marcus asked, shoving his fingers into Warren's mouth and hooking them into his cheek. “Two of us fucking your ass, one of us knotting your mouth, completely at our mercy – is that what you want?”
Warren shuddered, his eyes clenched shut as he arched his back and squeezed his thighs down on Marcus’s cock.
“Three alphas,” Marcus growled, letting the words come without examining them. “You’d never be empty. We’d keep you stuffed full of cock every hour of the day. A fucking toy for your alphas. A hole for our knots. Do you really think you could handle that?”
“I want…” Warren’s words trailed off into a moan.
Marcus reached over and grabbed the lube from the dresser, flicking the cap off one-handed and pushing the bottle down past his abs to the top of Warren’s ass. He squeezed, emptying half the bottle onto the small of Warren’s back, and then smeared the mess down into his crack.
“What are you-”
“Show me you can handle it,” Marcus growled, lining up the wide head of his cock with Warren’s hole and pushing inside. Warren gasped, crying out and arching his back as he clawed at the mattress.
Holding Warren in place, letting him get used to the intrusion, Marcus rocked his hips and waited until Warren relaxed around him and started arching his back to push up on Marcus’s cock.
That was all the invitation Marcus needed. He lowered himself down, feeling like a hulking beast as he blanketed Warren’s body with his own, and thrust his hips to bury his cock in Warren’s hole.
“Take it,” he growled, holding Warren by his throat and pressing him up into his chest. He lifted his hips, keeping his weight on his chest and arms where they pushed Warren’s head down into the mattress, and slammed his cock back down into the tight warmth of Warren’s hole.
“Have you had enough?” Marcus growled, fucking Warren harder and faster. “Or do you need more?”
“More,” Warren moaned, his voice muffled.
The reply drove Marcus into a frenzy. He lifted up on his knees, grabbing Warren by his hips and pulling him up with him, and proceeded to fuck him as hard as he possibly could.
Warren squealed, his arms flailing as Marcus held him up and used his werewolf strength to bounce him up and down on his cock in tandem with the furious thrusts of his hips.
“More?” Marcus growled, pushing Warren down on the bed and folding him in half, squeezing his legs up against his chest and slamming his cock into his hole like a machine. “Do you still want more?”
“Yes!” Warren screamed, the word turning into a moan when Marcus bit down on his neck.
His teeth sinking into Warren’s skin, his wolf renewing the claim that Warren refused to properly acknowledge, Marcus came harder than he had since he was a teenager.
His balls pulled tight, his knot throbbing as it locked inside Warren’s hole, and with a growl of release he shot load after load of come into Warren’s body.
When the blinding pleasure of his orgasm started to fade, Marcus let go of his hold on Warren’s legs and laid them down in a spooning position. He put his hand on Warren’s stomach, stroking his belly, and was surprised to find it sticky with come.
“You came?”
Warren laughed, sounding utterly fucked out and exhausted.
“I think so.”
“Was that too much?”
Marcus had lost control again. Even with the afterglow of his orgasm and Warren’s hole milking his knot, the knowledge was like a stone in his stomach.
“Ask me in the morning,” Warren said. He put his hand over Marcus’s where it rested on his belly, tracing the veins on the back of his hand. “How about you?”
“What?”
“Are you okay?”
“Of course.” Marcus pushed his face into the top of Warren’s hair. “Why do you ask?”
“I couldn’t tell if you were excited about the idea of sharing me or trying to punish me for wanting it.”
Marcus took a deep breath, noting the lingering remnants of Max and Harland’s scent on Warren’s skin.
“The former,” Marcus admitted. Warren’s hand stilled on top of his. “I don’t know. They smell good.” He nuzzled into Warren’s hair, feeling like he could sleep for ten hours. “I like Max.”
It felt like he was admitting to something big.
“He’s a likable guy,” Warren said, burrowing back and pulling Marcus’s arm tighter across his waist.