Chapter 51 Marcus
MARCUS
Marcus swiped a clear drop of fluid from the tip of his cock and smeared it across Warren’s lips, smiling down at him as the boy opened his mouth and tried to suck his finger into his mouth.
Warren was lying on his back, positioned at the edge of the bed with his head resting on Marcus’s lap, his face right next to Marcus’s cock where it emerged from the fly of his tactical pants.
He wasn’t in any hurry to get undressed – not when it was so obvious that Warren enjoyed the look. Marcus had never considered tactical pants, boots and an armored vest to be particularly sexy, but Warren obviously thought otherwise.
“Greedy,” he muttered, delivering a gentle, barely-there slap to the boy’s cheek, making sure to avoid the bump on his forehead.
The sight of it still made him want to rip into someone with his teeth and shake them until they died.
“I’m going to take your pants off,” Max said, walking up to the end of the bed where Warren’s feet were sticking off the end of the mattress. “Okay?”
He waited for Warren to nod his permission before reaching up and yanking them, along with his underwear, down his thighs and off his legs. Max tossed the pants to the floor and crawled up on the bed between Warren’s feet, grabbing him under his thighs and pushing his legs up to expose his hole.
A quiet little grunt made its way out of Warren’s mouth as he was bent in half, his knees coming to rest on his chest and his legs sticking up in the air.
“It’s so pretty,” Max murmured, lying down and propping himself up on his elbows and placing a reverent kiss right on Warren’s little hole.
Marcus pushed his cock flat down next to Warren’s face, milking another drop of pre-come from his slit.
Harland piped up from where he was standing next to the bed, watching the proceedings.
“He’s hungry for it,” he said, unzipping the front of his suit and exposing the pale mounds of his pecs and rock-hard abs. He pinched his nipple, rolling it between his gloved fingers before reaching up and biting the tip of his glove and tugging it off his hand.
Marcus wasn’t sure which ‘he’ his vampire mate was referring to, but either way he was correct. Both Max and Warren were chomping at the bit to get fucked.
“They’re good boys,” Marcus said, smearing the tip of his cock across Warren’s mouth before lifting up on his knees, letting Warren’s head drop down to the mattress, and pushing inside his mouth.
The angle of Warren’s throat wasn’t really conducive to going deep, but for now Marcus was happy to rest the head of his cock on Warren’s tongue and just enjoy the sensation of his wet mouth and the gentle suction.
“I want to fuck him,” Max mumbled between licks and kisses, his voice breathless. His hands squeezed down on Warren’s thighs, his meaty grip massaging the toned muscle with greedy impatience. He looked up. “Can I?”
Marcus lifted his brow, making eye contact with Harland and letting him decide. Harland, in turn, looked at Warren, who nodded eagerly. The movement made Marcus’s cock slip out of his mouth and Marcus was quick to shove it back in.
“You may,” Harland said. “After you lube up your cock.”
“Of course,” Max said, letting go of Warren’s thighs and rising to his knees. Warren reached up to hold his legs himself. Marcus helped by grabbing his ankles, folding him down a little further and earning himself a cute little grunt.
Max glanced around, impatiently looking for the lube as though he expected it to just appear.
“It’s in the drawer,” Marcus said, nodding at his bedside table.
“Right.” Max crawled over to the drawer and grabbed the bottle, popping the cap and squirting a generous amount of the slick gel into his palm.
Warren watched him, tracking the way his cock flopped around with hungry eyes. The sight of him lusting after Max’s cock when Marcus was literally inside of him was hilarious.
“Greedy,” Marcus repeated, angling his hips and shoving his head a little deeper, making Warren gag and tear up. He pulled back, gathering Warren’s ankles in one hand, and wiped the tears from his eyes, all the while keeping the head of his cock just inside the boy’s mouth.
“Go slow,” Harland said, climbing up on the bed and moving behind Max as the younger alpha got into position. He put his hands on Max’s shoulders. Max lined his cock up with Warren’s hole, leaning down and placing a kiss on his neck.
“Be gentle,” Marcus warned.
“I will,” Max promised, his brow furrowed in concentration. He put his hands back on Warren’s thighs, pushing his legs down into his chest, and let the head of his cock come to rest against the boy’s opening.
He started to push.
Warren closed his eyes and grimaced, his teeth coming dangerously close to Marcus’s cock.
“Careful with your teeth,” Marcus warned, delivering another gentle little slap to Warren’s face.
Warren relaxed his jaw and let out a whimper as Max’s cock breeched his tight anal ring and popped inside.
“Fuck,” Max grunted, his grip on Warren’s thighs tightening. “He’s so fucking tight.”
Feeling more teeth than he wanted, despite Warren doing his best not to bite down, Marcus withdrew the head of his cock and sat down, letting Warren’s head come to rest between his thighs.
It took a good ten minutes of gentle rocking back and forth and small, easy thrusts before Max managed to bury the entirety of his cock inside Warren’s ass.
He went slow, inch by careful inch, stopping whenever the raging erection between Warren’s legs softened and waiting until he was hard before starting up again.
Marcus watched, entranced, stroking Warren’s hair and enjoying the sight of his mate taking Max’s huge cock inside of him.
“Good boy,” Harland said when Max finally bottomed out. The vampire freed his cock, enormous and pale, and lubed himself up.
Harland did not go slow, nor was he gentle as he lined himself up with Max’s hole and pushed inside. Wrapping his arms around Max’s body and holding him tight, he buried himself to the hilt on the first thrust.
“Fucking fuck!” Max growled, the invasion catching him off guard, his body rocking forward at the intrusion.
Harland said nothing. He merely shifted his grip to Max’s hips, adjusted his stance, and started to fuck the younger alpha.
Max let his body collapse on top of Warren, his head coming to rest on Marcus’s lap, crushing the human beneath him as Harland slammed into him with all the force and speed of a jackhammer.
“Oh my God,” Warren mumbled from beneath the bulk of Max’s body, his voice breathless and pleased as Harland’s brutal rhythm rocked Max’s cock in place inside of him.
The sound of Harland’s hips slamming into Max’s ass, Max’s grunts and Warren’s pleased little whimpers filled Marcus’s bedroom like a symphony.
Opening the bonds between them, sharing in the sensations, Marcus clenched his hole at the phantom sensation of fucking and getting fucked.
It was intense.
Leaning back against the headboard, it took Marcus a solid second to get a handle on the sensations being projected between them. He’d never had an interest in getting fucked, and experiencing it through the bond was as close as he wanted to come.
“I fucking love my life,” Max said, grinding his face into Marcus’s lap and pushing his nose into the base of his cock where it emerged from his tactical pants.
Marcus didn’t voice his agreement, but he projected it across the bond and fisted his hand in Max’s hair.
Lifting Max’s head back, stretching his neck and exposing his mating bite, Marcus made eye contact. Max’s eyes were glassy with blissed out pleasure, his lips parted and his breaths matching the beat of Harland’s thrusts inside of him.
When Marcus looked at him, he grinned happily.
“Are you having fun?” Marcus asked, pressing his cock against Max’s cheek. The angle wasn’t right for him to push into his mouth, but he could rub it against his face and smear pre-come all over his forehead.
“So much fun,” Max said, licking his lips.
Warren, pinned beneath Max with his legs splayed wide around the much larger man’s body, echoed the sentiment with a muffled, “So fun.”
Harland lowered himself down, his hips driving a steady rhythm, and bit Max hard on the back of his neck.
Max shuddered, his body going tense as the combined pleasure of fucking Warren, getting fucked, and getting bitten pushed him over the edge.
Marcus’s balls pulled tight, the younger man’s pleasure crashing across their bond and hitting him like a freight train as their combined pleasure rushed through him.
After a beat, Marcus came back to himself and realized he’d been drooling. He wiped his chin and laughed at the realization that Harland was still pounding away at Max’s hole with the same punishing rhythm as before.
Overstimulated didn’t even begin to describe the sensation that Max was projecting.
Marcus wanted him to take more. He rose up, lifting Max up with him, and pushed into his mouth. This angle was perfect for going deep.
Max choked, spit flying from the corners of his mouth around Marcus’s cock as it pushed deeper and deeper, his hands coming up and clamping down on Marcus’s thighs with crushing force.
He wanted to knot his mouth again.
Grabbing Max’s hair, getting a good grip, Marcus made eye contact with Harland and buried himself to the hilt in Max’s throat. He moved his hips, pulling his cock out enough that Max could draw a deep breath, and then fucked his shaft back down the wet passage.
It didn’t take long before he and Harland were synced up, their hips moving in tandem as they fucked Max from both ends.
Warren, on his back and impaled on Max’s knot, looked up at the three of them with an expression like he wasn’t quite sure if this was a dream or if it was really happening.
His eyes were glazed, his lips parted, and there were fingerprint-shaped bruises on the back of his thighs where Max had held his legs down.
“Are you going to come?” Marcus asked, looking at Harland as he felt the vampire approach his climax.
“Are you?” Harland asked right back.
Marcus bared his teeth in a grin. If Harland wanted to turn this into a competition, then it was a competition that he was going to lose.
“Not even close.”
Marcus buried his cock to the root, Max’s nose coming to rest in his neatly trimmed pubic hairs, and held him there. Max made a strangled sound, his eyes wet as he stared up at Marcus, his throat working around Marcus’s shaft as he struggled not to gag.
“Good boy,” Marcus growled, his grip on Max’s hair preventing the younger alpha from pulling his mouth off his cock.
Max projected across the bond, and Marcus’s ass clenched at the overstimulated sensation of Harland’s cock dragging across Max’s prostate. The feeling was so intense that Marcus had to shield the connection or come right then and there.
“You can’t handle it?” Harland asked, smugly judgmental.
Marcus opened the connection up again. He was no cheat, and he wouldn’t-
Harland reached around Max’s torso, grabbing his nipples and twisting them in a brutal pinch.
Max, still sending everything he was feeling across the bond, projected the intense sensation directly into Marcus’s nervous system, sending him crashing over the edge of orgasm and making him come so hard he saw stars.
His legs nearly buckled. The intensity and abruptness of his orgasm was so intense.
There went his plan to knot Max’s mouth.
“You fucking cheater,” he accused with a laugh, his cock throbbing and spewing out thick ropes of come. He painted Max’s face white, squeezing down on his knot, and then aimed his cock at Harland and shot the rest of his load all over the vampire.
Harland kept on fucking Max’s ass, licking his lip when one of Marcus’s spurts landed on his cheek and dripped down past the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
“I’m going to come,” Harland announced, speeding up and lowering his mouth back down to Max’s neck. He bit him again, and Marcus had to close his eyes and brace himself as he felt the combined sensations of the bite and Harland’s orgasm ricocheting across their bond.
Beneath all of that, caught in the currents of arousal passing back and forth like the strands of a web as Harland knotted Max’s ass, Marcus could feel Warren.
Opening his eyes, his chest heaving, Marcus let go of Max’s hair and sat down with his thighs bracketing Warren’s head. He let his cock come to rest on the boy’s face and chuckled when Warren stuck out his tongue to lick the slick length.
His knot, deflating without a good hole to lock tight in, rested on Warren’s forehead.
“Feeling good?” he asked, stroking Warren’s cheek.
“Can you sit on my face?” Warren asked, angling his head back into the fabric of Marcus’s tactical pants where it stretched tight over his inner thigh.
Marcus laughed and wiped the sweat from his brow, flicking it down on his horny little human before reaching for his belt. He rose up and pushed down his pants.
“It would be my pleasure.”