Chapter 18 Warren
WARREN
On his way to his third appointment for Harland to feed on him, Warren sat in the back of the fancy town car that had been sent for him, feeling anxious.
He was in way over his head with all this alpha business.
After his second date with Marcus – which still had him feeling like he’d been run over by a truck – he’d gone home and really considered what he was potentially getting himself into.
Max and Harland made no excuses. They wanted Warren, and they wanted Marcus to join in. Marcus, who had seemed allergic to sharing, had come to show that he was far more open to the idea than he’d initially let on.
Warren didn’t think he could handle all three of them. Not at once. The idea of climbing off Marcus’s knot, his hole gaping and dripping come, only for two more alphas to be waiting their turn, made Warren’s anal sphincter clamp down in terror.
His cock, on the other hand, twitched with interest.
Leaning his head back, he groaned.
“Are you okay, sir?”
Warren opened his eyes and met the driver’s eyes in the mirror. He forced a smile.
“I’m fine. Sorry. Just tired.”
As intimidating as Warren found the idea of being in a relationship with his three alphas, there was no denying that a part of him desperately wanted it.
Warren felt a little like he had when he was a kid at Universal Studios. He’d been terrified to go on the roller coasters, his legs shaking and his stomach in knots – but he’d also been excited and eager for the experience.
Then again, maybe that wasn’t the best comparison. After the first coaster he’d ended up fainting and throwing up, his sister cackling at him, and his grandma had refused to let him ride a second time.
“We’ll arrive in a minute,” the driver said, turning his attention back to the road.
What if Marcus wanted to tie him up again? What if Marcus tied him up and then spanked him with his belt while Harland and Max spit-roasted him like a bondage blow-up doll?
Warren hated how much the idea of that turned him on.
The rest of the drive, Warren tried to think about his plan for the rest of the semester instead of obsessing about his dating life. Now that he’d finished up his group project – they had submitted it that afternoon – he really only had studying for his finals on the agenda.
Since he’d been working pretty steadily all semester, he was in a good place and didn’t need to cram to get ready. Next semester would be both easier and harder. Easier because he wouldn’t have many classes, and harder because he would have to write his thesis.
As they pulled up into the long driveway of Harland’s mansion, Warren’s phone vibrated. He looked down and saw that he had a message from Josh asking if he wanted to come by for a late dinner and to watch South Park when he was done bleeding.
Warren snorted and texted back a beers-clinking emoji.
Josh, being obnoxious, would probably have a whole playlist of South Park episodes ready to go where they made fun of werewolves.
The car came to a stop and Warren took a deep breath. He put on his coat and made sure he had his phone, thanked the driver, and exited the car.
The mansion loomed up ahead.
Warren walked up the steps to the front door and knocked. He looked at the carvings of the werewolf pack being slaughtered as he waited to be let in, judging Harland hard for keeping it after he’d gotten together with Max.
A few seconds after his knock, the door swung open and Max greeted him.
“Warren!” Max grinned, stepping aside and gesturing for Warren to walk inside. “You’re here – and you smell like your date with Marcus went really well. I’m so jealous. Come inside, Harland is waiting for you in the living room.”
Warren blinked, bamboozled by Max’s joyful energy and baffled by what he was wearing – or not wearing. He thought that he had a pretty good idea of Max’s sense of style, and it was not skin-tight leather pants and biker boots with no shirt on.
“Hello,” he said, walking across the threshold.
Max’s pants were so low cut that he could see the point where the V of his Adonis belt met his groin.
Usually, low-cut pants weren’t the most flattering on guys – elongating their torsos and making their legs look short – but Max had the thighs to pull it off.
“You look nice. Are you going somewhere?”
Max shook his head and scratched his stomach, fingers brushing through his treasure trail. “No. Harland bought me this outfit. I’m testing it out. Do you like it?”
Warren swallowed, his mouth feeling wet, and nodded. “You look nice. Not really an out-and-about kind of getup, though.”
Max laughed. “Yeah, my colleagues at the station would roast me so hard if they saw me in this. I’d never live it down.” Max looked him up and down, his smile dimming. “How have you been? Have you had a chance to think about things?”
Warren really wished that Max wouldn’t put him on the spot right off the bat. “I mean, you seem to have figured things out with Marcus,” Max added, when he didn’t immediately answer.
“Not really,” Warren said, taking off his coat. “Though apparently, it’s not as big a deal as you thought if the whole omega thing turns out to be true. Marcus says that his pharmacist can make a pill from your – you know, sperm – that will keep all the symptoms away.”
“A pill, really?”
“Yeah. I’d have to take it once a week.”
“That’s wild. Has there been any sign of you being an omega yet?” Max asked. “I mean, you seem fine, and we haven’t had sex since that one time.”
“Nope, no sign. I’m just the normal amount of horny.”
Max looked relieved.
“In that case, would you like to go on a date with me and Harland? Anytime you want, as long as I’m not on shift at the station.
” Max took a little step closer, the heat of his body pressing against Warren’s skin.
“And it would have to be after dark, obviously. If we went during the day, Harland would have to wear his motorcycle getup, and that’s not very romantic or sexy. ”
Warren blushed, trying not to let it show that Harland, in his full-coverage suit and helmet, very much did it for him. Something about the helmet hiding his face was just so hot. It wasn’t that weird. There was a whole trend on TikTok of guys wearing masks.
Max tilted his head, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“Unless you do think it’s sexy.” He grinned, pulling Warren close and tousling his hair. When Warren didn’t object to the touching, Max wrapped him up in a hug and squeezed him. “You’re so kinky. I love it.”
Warren held still, letting Max hug him and blushing furiously at the sensation of the alpha’s pecs resting on top of his head. The sides of his face were squeezed between Max’s biceps, the scent of Max’s body filling his nose, his nose squished where it pushed into Max’s abs.
“Sure,” Warren said, resting his hands on Max’s hips and feeling the smooth leather wrapped around his body. It felt slick and warm beneath his fingertips. “I’ll go on a date with you guys.”
Teenage Warren would have died from excitement if he could have seen him now. Being squeezed and asked out on a date by a half-naked werewolf who looked better than Brock Heeler was like his dream come true. He owed it to that version of himself to say yes.
“I told you he wouldn’t be able to resist you in that.”
Warren jumped at the sound of Harland’s voice coming from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, but all he could see was the prison of Max’s bicep caging his head in. He tapped Max’s side to be released.
“Harland, hello,” he said, squeaking in surprise when Max manhandled him into position under his arm. The alpha wrapped his arm around Warren’s neck, holding him tight against his side. “You look nice, too.”
Harland looked just as mouthwateringly good as Max, standing there in a pair of not-quite-as-tight leather pants and wearing a soft-looking sweater with a deep V.
Warren had never seen a man display his pecs with such… intention.
“What happened to your motorcycle gloves?” Harland asked, glancing Max up and down.
“They looked so stupid,” Max said, leaning down and kissing the top of Warren’s hair. “I took them off.”
Harland shrugged and walked toward them. “Warren would have gotten a kick out of it, but fine.”
Warren looked down at Max’s hand where it lay draped over his chest, holding him in place, and nearly incinerated from embarrassment at the realization that he would have found it incredibly hot if Max had worn biker gloves along with his leather pants.
“Yeah?” Max asked, flexing his bicep and squeezing Warren’s neck. “Next time, then.”
“Should we get on with things?” Harland asked, crossing his arms and looking amused. His lips lifted in a smile, showing off the glint of his fangs. “I’m hungry.”
A shiver ran down Warren’s spine. No matter how friendly, a vampire looking you up and down and declaring themselves hungry would always be intimidating.
“Sure,” Warren said, pushing his nerves down and twisting out of Max’s grip. He walked over to Harland. “I’m all yours.”
Harland’s little smile widened to a full grin. He uncrossed his arms and took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
“That’s nice to know.” He reached out and stroked Warren’s cheek. “Do you still want me to keep things professional and feed on your wrist?”
Warren swallowed, looking up at Harland and wishing he could take a picture. At this angle, the man was all pecs and jaw, looming over Warren like a demigod.
“Neck is fine,” Warren said, his voice coming out breathless.
“In that case, let’s-”
Harland froze and then glanced at the front door with a frown. Warren turned around and saw that Max was also looking at the entrance.
“See who that is,” Harland instructed Max. He looked down at Warren and explained, “Someone just pulled into the driveway.”
Max walked over to the door and peeked outside.
“It’s Marcus,” he said, sounding bewildered.
Harland tensed, but he didn’t seem scared or nervous. The look on his face was eager. He glanced down at Warren.