Chapter 50 Harland
HARLAND
Harland let his hand drift down to his cock as he watched Max kiss Warren. He squeezed himself through the leather of his suit, taking a moment to enjoy the sight, before walking over to join them.
Max, caught up in trying to crawl inside of Warren’s mouth, didn’t notice Harland coming up behind him. He jumped when Harland put his hands on his hips, letting out a quick gasp before pushing his ass back into Harland’s bulge and deepening his exploration of Warren’s mouth.
“Good boy,” Harland praised, holding him still while he ground his hips forward. The pressure on his trapped cock was perfect.
“Want you,” Max moaned, pushing his ass back into Harland’s crotch.
Harland tightened his grip on Max’s hips, gloved hands squeezing down hard, before letting go and grabbing Max by his throat. Massaging it, feeling Max’s Adam’s apple move beneath his palm, he plastered himself flush against Max’s back.
Using his grip on Max’s throat, grabbing him under his jaw, Harland lifted Max’s head away from Warren’s mouth and kissed his neck.
Max let out a dissatisfied noise at being deprived of access to Warren’s lips, though he quickly pivoted into trying to kiss Harland back.
Harland didn’t let him, resulting in a needy whine that went right to his cock.
Warren, slack-mouthed in front of them, lips puffy and face flushed, watched them with a dark-eyed stare.
He looked like he was in a trance. Harland reached up and cupped the side of his face as he continued to make out with Max’s neck, stroking his thumb across his forehead where he'd injured himself.
The bump was still there, but it was less red than before and the swelling was starting to go down.
The rate of healing was nothing compared to a werewolf or vampire, but it was faster than it should be. Harland’s certainty that Warren was an omega – was their omega – solidified.
His cock throbbed.
Maintaining eye contact, Warren following his every move, Harland let go of Warren’s face and grabbed Max’s shirt, ripping it straight off his mate’s body.
The shirt tore at the sleeves and collar, leaving behind tatters that hung off the reinforced hems, exposing the muscular planes of Max’s chest and abs and putting his pink nipples on full display.
Warren gasped, while Max laughed and reached up to tear the remaining strips of fabric the rest of the way off.
“You’re such a dick,” Max complained, still grinning. “I liked this shir-”
Harland put his hand over Max’s mouth, cutting off his complaint.
“Warren, be a good boy and pinch Max’s nipples. As hard as you can.”
Max’s muffled noises turned into huffs of anticipation. He presented his chest with an arch of his back. Harland removed his hand.
“Do it,” Max demanded, licking his lips. “Pinch them.”
Warren didn’t move.
“Is there a problem?” Harland asked.
Warren, who had been staring at Max’s chest, jumped at Harland’s stern tone.
“No, of course not. I’ll just…” Warren reached up, his movements tentative, and held both of Max’s nipples between his thumb and index fingers. He licked his lips and glanced up at Harland, not pinching down yet. “As hard as I can?”
Max answered before Harland could say anything.
“Fuck, yes.”
“If you’re sure,” Warren mumbled to himself, looking like he was gathering his courage. He pinched down.
Harland held back a chuckle at the barely-there pressure their little human was applying.
“Harder,” Max demanded, frustrated at the inadvertent teasing. “Don’t be a fucking pussy. Pinch them!”
Harland squeezed down on Max’s throat, choking him and making him wheeze.
“Is that how you talk to our mate?” he growled, increasing the pressure.
Unable to talk, Max shook his head.
“No, it isn’t.” Harland loosened his hold on Max’s throat, letting him gasp for air. He bent his head and kissed his neck, scraping his teeth over the junction where his neck met his shoulder. “Now be good.”
Harland let Max go and stepped back, wanting to test his mate’s self-control.
“Hands behind your back.”
Max clasped his wrists behind his back before Harland was even finished speaking. He closed his eyes, his mouth open, each pant for air making his shoulders heave.
He was exquisite.
Harland walked around to where Warren was standing, positioning himself behind the boy and placing his hands on his shoulders. He squeezed down and buried his face in Warren’s hair.
“You heard him,” he said, leaning forward so that his pecs pushed into the back of Warren’s head. “He wants you to pinch harder.”
With a look of deep uncertainty, Warren pinched down on Max’s nipples with a little more force.
Max moaned, his lips curving up in a pleased grin as Warren tried his best to be mean.
Harland lifted his hands, arms bracketing Warren’s body, and layered his gloved fingers on top of Warren’s to help him.
“This is how you do it,” he said, squeezing Warren’s fingers down on Max’s nipples. He kept the pressure lighter than he normally would – not because of any concern for Max, but because he didn’t want to injure Warren’s very human fingertips.
Warren panicked and tried to pull away. “That’s too hard-”
His protest was interrupted by an enthusiastic exclamation of “Fuck yes, baby!” from Max.
The wet spot on Max’s jeans, right at the tip of his huge cock-shaped bulge, grew noticeably bigger.
Harland let go of Warren’s fingers and kissed the top of his head, putting his hands back on the boy’s shoulders. “That’s how he likes it.”
“Feels amazing,” Max agreed. He swallowed and opened his eyes, staring down at Warren with his pupils blown wide open. “You should chew on them.”
“Later,” Harland said, pulling Warren away before he could respond to Max’s suggestion.
When Max moved to get back into Warren’s reach, Harland put on a burst of vampiric speed and moved back into position behind Max.
He grabbed his waist and held him still, breathing into his neck.
“Right now, I want to hear what Warren wants.”
Max, used to Harland moving too fast for him to follow, went still and relaxed back into Harland’s arms.
“Well?” Harland asked, looking at Warren with an expectant lift of his brow.
Warren bit his bottom lip, looking adorable as he stood there, face flushed and lips swollen, the most fuckable thing Harland had ever seen.
“I want to have sex?”
Max laughed while Harland tilted his head. “You don’t sound sure about that.”
Warren swallowed and straightened. “I am. I want to have sex.”
“I’ll fuck you,” Max volunteered, his hands – still clasped obediently behind his back – finding Harland’s crotch and kneading his bulge.
Harland smacked his ass, the sound of his armored glove meeting denim a loud thwack. Max grunted and froze, a small shudder running down his spine.
“Warren isn’t the only one who wants to get fucked tonight, is he?” Harland asked, undoing the button on Max’s jeans. He yanked them down around Max’s muscular thighs, exposing his muscular ass and letting his mate’s heavy cock spring free.
“No,” Max said, his voice turning into a whine when Harland slid his gloved thumb down his abs and wrapped around his cock. “Fuck, I want it so bad.”
A tiny smirk played on Harland’s lips, his thumb probing the slit of Max’s rock-hard cock. “Will you be a good boy for me?” he asked, sliding his hand down Max’s legs and grabbing his balls. He rolled them in the palm of his hand, squeezing them gently.
“Yes, I’ll be a good boy. Fuck. Please, alpha, I want-”
“I know what you want,” Harland interrupted. He bent down and palmed Max’s ass, spreading his cheeks and examining the tight hole before lodging a wad of spit at it. “You want me to fuck you hard and show you who your alpha is. Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.”
He couldn’t wait to be inside of Max’s muscular ass, fucking into it while Max fucked into their omega.
“Warren, are you going to be a good boy for me, too?” he asked, looking around Max’s legs to make eye contact with his human.
He looked like there was nowhere he’d rather be.
“I’ll be good.”
His voice was breathless, and there was a twitchiness to him – as though he were holding himself back from getting on his knees and shoving his face into Max’s crotch.
“Tell me what you want.”
Warren blinked, looking confused. “What?”
He was adorable. “Tell me what you want to do right now.”
“I want to blow him,” Warren blurted out.
Max whimpered, his cock twitching.
“Then go ahead,” Harland said, gesturing at Max’s cock. “Indulge. Have fun.”
Eyes going wide, it only took Warren a second to sink to his knees with a dull thud and launch himself at Max’s crotch. Instead of going for his cock, Warren put his mouth on Max’s low-hanging testicles.
“Harland, he’s licking my sack,” Max said through gritted teeth, his hands clenching as he visibly fought down the urge to grab Warren by the hair and grind into him.
“He looks like he’s having fun,” Harland said. He let go of Max’s hips and rose up, looking down at his beautifully submissive mates with a deep-seated feeling of joy. After licking his way to Max’s taint, Warren opened his mouth wide and sucked Max’s left testicle into his mouth.
His cheeks bulged, and Harland couldn’t resist reaching down and squeezing himself through his leather suit.
“Harland, I’m going to come,” Max warned, his cock standing straight up and leaking like a faucet.
“Don’t you dare,” Harland warned, half hoping that he would just so that he’d have an excuse to punish him.
Post orgasm torture made Max cry so beautifully.
“I can’t stop it!” Max warned, only for Warren to let go of his ball and slurp the other one into his mouth.
Harland could see the signs in Max’s body that he was on the verge of coming.
“All right, that’s enough. Warren, let go.”
Warren released Max’s ball from his mouth with a wet sound, his expression fixed on Max’s cock like there was nothing he wanted more than to suck it.
He’d get another chance.
“Max, practice using your nose. Find Marcus’s bedroom.”
Max groaned and tilted his head back, sounding frustrated and annoyed. “I’m too horny to be a werewolf right now. Can’t you do it?”
Harland smacked his ass, his gloved palm landing with a loud whack. “You have sixty seconds or you don’t get to come tonight.”
Warren, in the middle of wiping his mouth, let out a shocked giggle.
Max went ramrod straight and lifted his nose in the air. He sniffed, his nostrils flaring, and moved his head side to side as he honed in on the various trails of Marcus’s scent lingering in the air.
Harland could see the moment he caught the scent. It took him longer than it should have, but compared to his skills a few years ago, it was impressive. Harland was proud.
Once he had the scent, Max set off in a rush, tripping over the jeans bunched up around his legs before yanking them back up over his ass and racing down the hall and into the house.
“Is it hard?” Warren asked, climbing to his feet. He fixed his disheveled shirt and smoothed his hair back, looking thoroughly debauched. “Finding Marcus’s room, I mean?”
Harland shook his head, pulling him into a one-armed hug. “Not even a little bit.”
“Found it!” Max called out a second later from somewhere upstairs, confirming the ease of the second task.
The words were followed by a crash – Max bumping into the wall in his rush to go back down the stairs – and then Max was back with them with a frenzied look on his face.
He bounded up to Harland and nuzzled into his neck, rubbing his jaw up and down the side of his face while wrapping him up in a hug.
“I found it. I get to come, right?”
Harland cupped the nape of his neck, giving it a calming squeeze. “If you keep being a good boy, then maybe.”
An outraged whine tore through Max’s throat. He reared back and shot Harland a betrayed look. “Just maybe?”
“If you keep being good and if Warren is happy with how you fuck him, then yes, maybe.”
“Do I get a say in this?” Marcus asked, coming around the corner and leaning against the wall. He crossed his arms, the sleeves of his black tactical shirt straining from the flex of his biceps.
The line of his cock was clearly outlined against his thigh, and Harland could smell the pre-come leaking from the tip of his cock.
“Sure,” Harland said. He glanced at Warren and was amused to see that the sight of Marcus was making his mouth go slack. “But I think we should let Warren take the lead. He can tell us exactly how he wants tonight to play out, and then we can deliver on his requests.”
The words had Warren looking at him like a deer in the headlights.
“Me?” he asked, looking between Marcus and Harland with wide eyes. “You want me to decide?”
“Oh, I like that,” Marcus said, walking forward. He reached down and unzipped his pants, taking his cock out and slapping it down into his palm. The sound was loud, making Warren jump. “And if he runs out of ideas, I’m sure we can help him think of something.”
A string of pre-come dangled from the slit of Marcus’s cock, glistening in the light from the ceiling, before falling to the ground. Warren looked at it like he was contemplating bending down and licking it off the floor.
“So, Warren,” Marcus said, walking forward and standing on Warren’s other side, sandwiching him between his and Harland’s body, his arm joining Harland’s across Warren’s shoulders. “Tell us. What’s the plan?”