Chapter 49 Warren
WARREN
Warren couldn’t believe that he was in Alaska. It was blisteringly cold, the short trip from the private jet to the SUV waiting on the tarmac freezing him down to his bones, the oversized jacket that Marcus had lent him doing little to protect him from the chill.
“Fuck, it’s freezing!” Vivian exclaimed, her teeth chattering as she climbed into the back of the SUV. Warren followed, scooting into the middle seat to make room for Max behind him.
“It’s minus twenty,” Max said, taking off his jacket and reaching across Warren to drape it across Vivian’s lap. He then lifted Warren out of the middle seat and pulled him onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him.
Embarrassed at being manhandled in front of his sister, Warren nevertheless appreciated the warmth of Max’s body seeping into his. He really was like a furnace, and combined with the heated interior of the SUV, it only took a few seconds before Warren was toasty and warm.
There was another blast of cold air as Harland and Marcus entered the front of the SUV. Marcus got behind the wheel and glanced back at them. He was still dressed in his black military-looking tactical gear – minus the armored vest – and Warren couldn’t believe how into it he was.
There had been no question that Vivian had to come on the same flight as him – Warren wanted to make sure she really was okay before letting her go back to California – but her presence had put a serious damper on his time with his werewolves.
Sitting on Harland’s lap, feeling the thick bulge of his cock beneath his ass while Harland groped him shamelessly and not being able to do anything about it had been torture.
He'd been so horny that he’d thought he would go crazy.
“Seatbelts,” Marcus said, the words making Max’s arms tighten around Warren’s waist before he reluctantly pushed him back into the middle seat.
Buckling his seatbelt, Warren squished himself into Max’s side so that Vivian wouldn’t get cramped. It had nothing to do with wanting to turn his head in and smell the musky scent of Max’s body when he lifted his arm and draped it over his shoulders.
“Any requests for dinner?” Marcus asked, turning around but keeping his gaze on them through the rearview mirror. He backed up and followed the SUV in front of him as it exited the tarmac. “It’s about half an hour drive to the compound.”
“Anything is fine,” Warren said.
“Me too, I’m good with anything,” Vivian said. Warren could tell that she was still a little intimidated, but her one-on-one time with Marcus must have made her at least a little bit more comfortable.
Warren wondered what they’d talked about during the trip. He’d tried to listen, but the roar of the jet engine had made it impossible.
“Meat for me,” Max said. “Beef, if you have it. Steaks, or a roast, with mashed potatoes and gravy.”
“Steaks it is,” Marcus said. “Did you hear that, Bruce?”
“Sending in the order,” Bruce’s voice echoed from the car speakers.
Warren hadn’t realized that Bruce was listening in, and from the look of surprise on his face, neither had Max.
“Do you need anything?” Marcus asked, turning his face toward Harland. The vampire was back in his full daytime getup, the rays of the setting sun reflecting off his mirrored visor.
It was only two in the afternoon, but the sun was already setting.
“Warren?” Harland tilted his head, and Warren could feel him looking at him through the rearview mirror.
“Yes?” Warren asked. When Harland just kept looking at him, he reviewed what they’d been talking about and realized what Harland was asking. “Oh yeah, sure. You can feed off me. Happy to help.”
Knowing Harland, the fangs in his neck would be accompanied by a hard cock and maybe a spanking. He kept looking at Harland’s visor in the mirror, and even though he couldn’t see his eyes, the feeling of being observed and wanted intensified.
Marcus snorted, jolting Warren out of his horny daze.
He flushed, having forgotten that his sister was right there.
He glanced at her, but she didn’t look fazed – or even like she’d noticed his horny state.
Warren being vampire food was nothing new to her.
He was – or at least he had been – paying for her school and expenses for years by offering up his blood.
“Happy, huh?” Max said, his voice teasing. “I bet you are.”
Warren punched his arm. He did not need his sister to know that he got off on Harland feeding from him.
“What?” Vivian asked, looking at him with a confused scrunch of her brows.
“Nothing, just a rude gold-digger joke,” Warren said. He could feel how red his face was. “Once you get to know him, you’ll realize that Max is something of an asshole.”
“No, it-” Max cut himself off with a sigh. He looked over at Vivian. “It’s true. I am a bit of an asshole.”
Vivian laughed. “Then the two of you have that in common.”
“You’re the asshole,” Warren said, rolling his eyes, intensely relieved that Vivian hadn’t noticed him practically drooling at the idea of getting fed on and fucked.
He caught Harland looking at him in the rearview mirror again, the faceless visor doing nothing to hide the intensity of his stare.
Warren shuddered in anticipation.
The rest of the drive was mostly silent. Vivian at one point asked Harland to pass her the USB cord from the front to charge her phone, and the look of apprehension on her face when Harland turned around and handed it to her – gloved hand pinching the tip of the cord – was extremely relatable.
“Thank you,” Vivian said, taking the cord and plugging it into her phone. She glanced up at Harland, swallowing when she saw that he was still looking at her.
“You’re welcome.”
Vivian sent Warren a quick look, as if to say ‘holy fuck,' but she relaxed when Harland turned his attention back to the road. She spent the remainder of the drive glued to her phone, texting her friends and taking the occasional not-so-subtle picture of everyone in the car.
Warren wondered if he should tell her to be careful what she shared, but there was no way Marcus hadn’t noticed his picture being taken. Since he hadn’t objected, he decided not to say anything.
“I know you said not to post pack stuff on social media, but can I post that I’m in Alaska?” Vivian asked after a while, looking up at Marcus.
He glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “Sure. You can post that you’re with the pack, even. Just don’t give out any information about us or share pictures from inside the compound.”
That must have been one of the things Marcus and Vivian had talked about, Warren realized. With Vivian leaving so soon, she must have gotten a rundown on the rules for being a member of the pack. She didn’t seem upset, so none of the rules could be that bad.
That was a relief.
By the time they arrived at the compound, the sun had finished setting and the road was dark.
Warren looked out the car window as they exited the main road and came upon an imposing metal gate set into a ten-foot fence topped with barbed wire.
The fence stretched out to either side, disappearing into the dark woods.
An armed guard wearing a military-style uniform opened the gate and waved them through to the other side.
Though the ten-foot barbed wire fence gave the impression that they were about to enter into some kind of military installation or other high-security area, what greeted them was a gated community that looked like it had been designed for the ultra-wealthy.
It had wide streets, with neatly paved sidewalks and old-fashioned street lamps, and as they drove through the neighborhood, Warren was taken off guard by how rich everything looked.
The houses were huge. Each mansion was set on its own plot of land, far away from the neighbors, and designed in its own unique style.
“Did the pack compound look like this back when you were the alpha?” Max asked, his voice teasing. He sounded impressed.
Harland, his helmet off now that the sun had set, just shot him a look in the rearview mirror and stayed silent.
“We’ve done well for ourselves,” Marcus said, his expression proud. “My house is near the back of the compound.”
“Not the center?” Harland asked, shifting his attention from Max to Marcus. There was a hint of censure in his voice.
“The main pack house is in the center,” Marcus said. “I wanted something smaller that was just mine. We still do meetings and host guests at the pack house, and my office is there, but I needed a change.”
“Hm,” Harland said.
“Werewolf drama,” Vivian whispered, making Max snort.
“Things got a little intense at the main house when I took over the pack,” Marcus explained. “William and I both decided to take a break from it. It’s not a big deal.”
“If you say so,” Harland said.
After driving a few minutes, Marcus took a left and drove up a long driveway.
He parked the car in the garage and jumped out, everyone else following suit.
Even though they were in the garage, the cold air hit Warren like a punch to the lungs.
He backed up into Max so that he could steal some of his body heat.
“Heated driveway,” Harland commented, walking to the still-open garage door and scraping his foot down on the cobblestone outside. “And sidewalks. Nice.”
Warren looked out at the driveway, realizing that it was completely bare of snow. There was a clear line between the main road and the artificially warm sidewalk.
That was very convenient.
“Let’s get inside,” Max said, the garage door closing. He walked over to the door into the house and beckoned everyone inside.
Vivian went first, the cold and her lack of a personal werewolf body-heater making her rush to get into the warm interior of the house. Warren and Max followed at a more sedate pace, with Harland bringing up the rear.
“Do you mind if I just go right to bed?” Vivian asked, taking off her coat and hanging it in the closet. She glanced between him and Marcus. “I’m not really hungry, but I am really tired, and honestly a little overwhelmed. I think some sleep will do me a world of good.”
“Of course not,” Marcus said. “I’ll show you to your room.”
“You don’t mind, do you?” Vivian asked, turning to him. Warren shook his head.
“Not at all,” he said, giving her a quick hug. “I’m sorry for dragging you into all this and ruining our Disneyland vacation.” Seeing her eyes blaze, he quickly amended. “Sorry, Disney World vacation.”
“Well, it will be Disneyland from now on, I guess, since we aren’t allowed back in Florida.” Vivian sighed. “And it’s not like it was your fault. Besides, you had a way worse time of it. Everyone was nice to me the whole time we were there.”
“That’s true.” Warren laughed. His head was still aching from the lump on his forehead. “Do you want me to come hang out with you, keep you company?”
Vivian shook her head. “No, I really do want to just lie down and rest. Have fun with your werewolves.” She smirked at him.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed what a cockblock I’ve been since you all got reunited.
That flight would have been one non-stop orgy if I hadn’t been there. Don’t even try to deny it.”
“Vivian!” Warren hissed, making her laugh.
The blunt – but very accurate – accusation caught him completely off guard. Vivian wasn’t supposed to know about stuff like that, much less point it out!
“That’s what you get for shacking up in a poly situationship with three werewolves,” Vivian said, poking him.
“It’s a bit more serious than a situationship,” Marcus interrupted, looking amused despite the hint of impatience in his voice. “Are you ready for me to show you to your room?”
Looking only just a little embarrassed, Vivian nodded. “Thanks, that would be great.”
Warren watched her follow Marcus down the hall and around the corner, only to let out a cry of surprise when Max walked up behind him, wrapped his arms around him, and reached down between his legs to squeeze his cock.
“Finally.” Max kissed Warren’s cheek with a wet lick, lifting him up with the grip between his legs and holding him tight. “I thought I’d never get you alone. Want to get fucked?”
Warren swallowed, his cock rock hard, and nodded.
He did. He really, really did.