Chapter 40
HARLAND
“How long have they been at it?”
Harland didn’t look up. He’d heard Max come into the kitchen a few seconds ago, but he was preoccupied by his attempt to wrestle Marcus into submission.
It wasn’t going so well. He was pinned on his back with Marcus beneath him, the other alpha keeping him on his back like a flipped turtle with an arm across his throat and his legs wrapped around him like a koala.
“A few minutes,” Bruce answered.
Harland ignored the two spectators. His attention was fully on Marcus and the grip his mate had on his throat and thighs. The chokehold was not an effective tactic for getting Harland to tap out, but it did keep him pinned in place.
Once again, he and Marcus were at a stalemate. A fun one, this time.
Harland’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Seeing an opportunity to get on Marcus’s nerves and force him to make a move, Harland stopped trying to break his grip and reached into his pocket.
Sliding his phone out – which was tricky given the tightness of his leather pants – he lifted the phone to his face and unlocked it.
Marcus tightened his grip and growled. “Are you seriously checking your phone right now?”
He sounded deeply insulted.
“You’re trying to choke out a vampire. You deserve to be ignored,” Harland replied, his voice the only part of him affected by the restriction of oxygen.
He hadn’t really cared about the notification, but seeing what it was for, he felt a swell of proud accomplishment. Warren had used his American Express card, making several charges ranging from seven to nine hundred dollars.
Each of the charges was labeled Disney Parks.
“Fuck, that’s a lot of money,” Marcus said, looking up at the screen from his position under Harland’s body.
“I’m glad he’s taking advantage.” Harland’s voice was strangled.
Harland loved spending money on the people he cared about. It gave him a thrill to provide for his mates – to fulfill their every want and need – and for Warren to take advantage felt like his care was being welcomed and accepted.
Max called it his love language.
“What’s he spending money on?” Max asked, walking over to them and bending down to look at the screen of Harland’s phone. He was crouched down above them, invading their space without a second thought, completely oblivious to the disrespect he was showing.
Harland and Marcus’s fight wasn’t something he was supposed to interrupt.
“Get back!” Marcus growled, making Max glance down at him and take a tiny, shuffling step back.
Harland laughed at the sheer befuddlement he could feel across his bond with Marcus.
Curiosity satisfied, Max rose and went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. He took a long drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Would it be weird if I flew out to California and crashed their trip?”
“Yes,” Marcus said. Then he turned thoughtful, his hold on Harland relaxing just a tiny bit. “But if we all went, it would be nice to meet Warren’s family.”
Harland exploited Marcus’s distraction and ripped his arm away from his throat.
With a burst of speed, he yanked his legs up and out from Marcus’s thighs and spun around so that he could put Marcus in a reverse headscissor.
He fastened his thighs around Marcus’s head, squeezing down, crushing him between his leather-clad thighs.
“You fucker!” Marcus growled, pushing his arms up between Harland’s thighs to force them apart.
Harland lost himself in the pleasure of testing his will against Marcus, the wrestling match continuing for another half an hour.
It ended not so much with a winner, but simply by virtue of the two of them coming face to face and getting caught up in the act of grinding against each other to the point that the fight was forgotten.
Max and Bruce had long since departed.
“Make out with me,” Marcus demanded. He rubbed his face against Harland’s cheek. “I’m so close.”
Harland met Marcus’s lips, their wrestling match from earlier now coming down to a battle of tongues.
Clutching Marcus’s chest, Harland ground his bulge down on his mate’s thigh. He kept up the pressure, moving his hips and grinding his bulge down on the hard muscle until he came in his pants with a grunt of pleasure. A few seconds later, Marcus went tense and panted through his orgasm.
Rolling over and looking up at the ceiling, their positions an echo of the aftermath of their first fight, Harland reached down and groped his cock through his leather pants.
The frotting really wasn’t sustainable if he wanted to keep wearing leather pants. It wasn’t like he could just throw them in the washer, and buying new ones wasn’t really an option. Getting leather pants that fit right and felt good was no easy task, and Harland’s collection was hard-won.
“I wish Warren were here,” Marcus mused. “I bet he’d want to lick up the mess in my pants.”
Harland chuckled. “He probably would. Right after he pushed his face into your pecs and spent a few minutes squeezing your biceps.”
“He’s such a little slut,” Marcus said with a grin, hand resting on his bulge. “It’s so great. When I see him again, I want him to worship me in my alpha shift again – just have him go to town on my body.”
Harland licked his lips. “I’d like to see that.”
The idea of doing the same wasn’t particularly appealing. Harland liked the idea of being worshiped, but he didn’t want to change into his alpha shift unless he had to. He liked the current balance of his wolf and vampiric nature.
The fact that he was choosing to forgo an essential part of being a werewolf so that he could feel like a vampire would have driven the Harland of a hundred years ago to commit murder.
Marcus turned to him, his eyes dark. “Do you think he’d like it if I bullied him into sucking on my toes?”
“In your alpha shift?” Harland asked.
Marcus’s expression turned drunk with lust. “Yeah, fuck. That’s even better.”
“He’d probably love it.”
Marcus opened his pants and pulled out his cock, the scent of his release filling the air and making Harland’s balls pull tight. He unbuttoned his pants and copied Marcus, stroking his wet shaft back to full hardness.
It didn’t take them long to come again.