Chapter 35 Marcus
MARCUS
Marcus had never been happy to leave his territory before.
It was a novel experience.
He looked down at the text from Harland letting him know that he was at the airfield waiting for him, eager anticipation filling his body.
It still didn’t feel real that they were mates.
Marcus wondered if Harland would be up for another wrestling match before they joined up with the others for their date at the Christmas market. He adjusted himself, the thought of him and Harland going at it making him horny.
Fighting Harland was quickly becoming one of his favorite things. There was a thrill to testing himself against someone so firmly on his level, neither of them ever truly winning, but it was the way every match devolved into frantic frotting that had Marcus always coming back for more.
Putting his phone down and grabbing his laptop, Marcus ignored his erection and focused on getting through the last of the emails he needed to read and respond to before they landed.
“Five minutes, alpha,” Bruce said, coming back from the cockpit.
Cain was flying, as usual.
William was not with them. He had decided to stay in Alaska to hang out with their mom – though from what Marcus’s spies reported, he’d met a guy at the Governor’s Ball and he’d spent the past two days having sex with him.
It was fine. The guy was no one special and their mom enjoyed having William to herself in Anchorage for a bit.
They landed on the private airfield outside of Spellerview exactly on time. Marcus stepped off the plane, blowing air into his hands to warm them from the chill, and climbed down the narrow steps to the tarmac.
Harland was standing in the parking lot, leaning back against an SUV and waiting for him. He was dressed up in head-to-toe leather, looking like something from a low-budget Mad Max rip-off.
There had to be a way to go out in the sun that didn’t involve a tacky biker suit.
“Hello in there,” Marcus said, walking up to him with a huge grin and tapping on his helmet. “You look ridiculous.”
Harland jerked his head away, but Marcus could feel that he was smiling.
“You’re one to talk.” Harland’s gloved fingers came up and felt the collar of Marcus’s overcoat. “Was there a sale at Men’s Warehouse?”
Marcus barked out a startled laugh. Delivered in Harland’s droll monotone, the burn packed an extra punch.
“Good one.” He walked around the SUV and climbed into the passenger seat. “This is Hugo Boss. I look fantastic.”
Harland started the SUV, looking him up and down before lifting his shoulder in a shrug. “You look like a businessman.”
“I’m not taking fashion critiques from a vampire with a leather fetish.” Marcus grabbed his phone and sent Bruce a message to go check into their hotel. “If you had your way, you’d probably put me in leather pants and a silk shirt, or am I wrong?”
Harland didn’t deny it, the freak.
Marcus didn’t mind wearing leather when the situation called for it, but the situation rarely called for it.
He liked dressing up in his dungeon master outfit when he did scenes, and for the past four Halloweens he’d dressed up as a gladiator.
He was not, however, wearing leather in public as part of his actual wardrobe.
“I booked a hotel,” Marcus said, changing the topic and feeling a flutter of nerves. They hadn’t talked about accommodations. “Same place we usually stay.”
The tilt of Harland’s helmet signaled his confusion. “You’re not staying with me?”
Marcus glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. “I don’t want to impose.”
He could feel Harland rolling his eyes across their bond. “I had a room made up for you on the second floor – it’s yours, permanently – and your people can stay in the staff quarters on the third floor. They’re currently empty.”
“Moving me in, huh?” Marcus said. Warmth tingled in his stomach, his wolf happy.
He texted Bruce the change in plans.
Marcus exited the SUV and looked up at Harland’s gothic mansion.
“Max is coming straight from work to meet us at the Christmas market,” Harland said, standing next to him. “He’s picking Warren up on the way. If you want to shower and get changed, you have time.”
"A shower sounds good," Marcus said, rubbing his cold hands together. He glanced up at the facade of the house and smirked when he spotted the broken bricks where he’d tossed Harland into the wall during their fight.
Bruce and Cain pulled into the driveway behind them.
“You got rid of the carvings,” he commented, noticing the smooth stone that now surrounded the entryway.
“It was time. I should have gotten rid of it when Max and I got serious.”
“Yeah, that was a real dick move,” Marcus agreed.
Bruce and Cain exited their SUV and jogged up to join them, each carrying two suitcases and looking tense. Marcus could see them fighting the instinct to put themselves between Harland and their alpha, and it was clear that they were not comfortable being on Harland’s turf.
Marcus gave them a reassuring nod. They’d get used to Harland soon enough.
Marcus and Harland walked side-by-side into the house, Bruce and Cain bringing up the rear. Bruce turned around with a wild look in his eyes when the automatic lock in the door slid shut behind them.
“It’s to prevent accidental sun exposure,” Harland explained, his voice calm and measured. He removed his helmet and tugged off his gloves, the balaclava over his head making the skin around his eyes appear ghostly white. He pulled it off his head and exposed his face. “You’re not locked in.”
Bruce relaxed ever so slightly. “Very well, sir.”
Marcus was eager to get showered and changed. With the go-ahead from Harland, he sent Bruce and Cain to the third floor to get settled in, knowing that they’d relax after getting to explore and settle in, while he took his suitcase and made his way to his new bedroom.
Harland disappeared somewhere into the basement.
Marcus’s new room was nice. It had a view of the driveway and surrounding woods, the large windows letting in plenty of light, and it was roomy enough to feel more like a studio apartment than a bedroom.
The king-size bed, large oak desk, and the plush chair and sofa in the corner all looked brand new, and the walls had been freshly lined with wallpaper.
Marcus could smell the still-drying glue.
Putting his suitcase on the bed, he laid out the outfit he planned to wear on his date. He was going for classic and casual, with dark jeans, a thick wool sweater, and a sheepskin jacket that August had gotten him for Christmas the year before.
Outfit ready, Marcus stripped down and jumped in the shower. He stood under the hot spray, water pounding down on his back, and grinned in anticipation of going on a date with all his mates.
He’d been looking forward to it all week.
The anticipation pooled in his gut, hot and heavy, and as he soaped himself up, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and jerked himself off with sure strokes, paying particular attention to the head of his cock and the sensitive spot by his frenulum.
It didn’t take him long to come. Grunting, imagining Warren on his knees looking up at him and begging for his cock, he sprayed the shower wall with his load.
Milking himself through his orgasm, thinking back to the moment when Warren had taken his cock for the first time, he squeezing down on his knot and imagined that it was Warren’s hole clamping down on his member.
The pressure was a cheap imitation of the real thing.
When he was done painting the shower wall white, Marcus watched the thick globs of come running down the tile, the scent of his release heady in the damp air. He wondered if Warren or Max had been there with him for real, if he could have gotten them to lick it off the tile.
It would be an attractive sight.
Grabbing the showerhead and spraying down the mess, Marcus gave himself a final rinse to get off all the soap and turned off the water. He dried off and got dressed and then headed upstairs to check in on Bruce and Cain.
Cain was sitting on the couch in the third-floor living room, a huge seventy-five-inch TV hanging on the wall in front of him and eating a turkey leg.
“This place is nice,” he said when Marcus walked in. He turned away from the TV with a grin. “They have all the channels.”
“I see you found food,” Marcus said. “Harland’s assistant should have stocked the fridge, but feel free to head into town if you need anything or if you just want to go out.”
“We’ll stay in,” Bruce said, walking into the room. His hair was wet and he’d changed his clothes, too. “The kitchen is really well stocked. They went all out.”
“A whole turkey,” Cain agreed.
Marcus grinned, pride welling in his chest that his mate was taking good care of his people. It was a little thing, but making Cain and Bruce feel welcome did more to endear Harland to him than anything else he could have done.
“I’ll check in on you guys in the morning.”
Bruce and Cain both nodded, Bruce taking a seat next to Cain and kicking his legs up on the coffee table.
Leaving them to it, Marcus headed downstairs and met up with Harland in the foyer. Harland was still wearing his ridiculous motorcycle suit, standing by the door with his helmet tucked under his arm and glancing down at his phone.
Ridiculous outfit aside, he really was a stunningly attractive man. His pale skin was luminous, seeming to glow from within, and the sharpness of his features made Marcus’s stomach flip.
Harland looked up. "Are you ready to go?"
Marcus walked up to him, grabbed him by the back of his neck, and attacked him with a kiss.
They went down, Harland hooking Marcus’s leg out from under him, and they spent the next few minutes rolling on the floor and trying to get the upper hand as they wrestled for control of the kiss.
It was thrilling. Harland grabbed and groped him, squeezing Marcus’s ass through his jeans, yanking on his hair and grunting as they licked into each other’s mouths.
Marcus gave as good as he got, his hands roaming all over the sturdy leather covering Harland’s body, squeezing and grabbing to his heart’s content.
"I need to stop or I'm going to come," Harland breathed against Marcus's ear. He’d managed to get on top and was grinding his bulge down on Marcus’s crotch.
Marcus immediately reached for his bulge and squeezed.
He flipped them over and shimmied down to his mate’s crotch.
Rubbing his face over the bulge, massaging the base of Harland’s shaft where he could feel it under the leather of his suit, he mouthed at the line of Harland’s cockhead with a greedy growl.
He grinned when Harland grabbed his hair, his little grunt and the tensing of his hips the only sign that he was going to shoot his load.
“Give me your knot,” Marcus said, squeezing down at the base of Harland’s shaft and feeling his knot swell through the leather. “That’s it, shoot for me.”
The scent of Harland’s release was heady, though none of it escaped out through his suit. Marcus pushed his face down into the bulge, nosing at it and enjoying the smell of his mate’s come.
“Now I have to change,” Harland said, stroking his gloved fingers through Marcus’s hair. It felt nice, but Marcus couldn’t understand how Warren could prefer it to the cool sensation of Harland’s bare fingers.
Marcus glanced at his watch as he stood up. "No time."
Harland's eyes narrowed. "You want me to go out like this?”
“I think it will drive Max crazy.”
Harland considered it, reaching down and squeezing his bulge and working his spent cock through the leather.
Marcus imagined how wet and messy the inside of Harland’s suit was. When he stood up, it would probably drip down his thigh and maybe into his boot.
Letting go of his crotch, Harland pushed himself to his feet and put on his balaclava, tucking it down under his collar, and grabbed his helmet. “Let’s go.”