Chapter 52 Warren
WARREN
Warren felt like he’d been thrown off a cliff and hit every rock on the way down. His body was one big bruise.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Marcus said, carrying him to the bathroom.
All three of his alphas had knotted him. By the time Harland went his turn and pinned Warren to the mattress, covering him with the bulk of his body and driving into him with punishingly deep strokes, Warren had felt like he was about to come apart.
His legs were still shaking.
Marcus’s bathroom was nice, with a large walk-in shower and a beautiful claw-foot bathtub, with dark marble tiles and brass finishes. The light was soft, coming from the huge mirror over the sink, the harsh bright ceiling lights turned off.
“Down you go,” Marcus said, setting Warren down on the ledge inside the shower. When he rose up, his soft cock swung thick and sticky directly in front of Warren’s face.
He couldn’t believe that he’d taken that huge thing inside of him.
“Maybe I should rinse you off first,” Marcus said, just standing there. Warren looked up, even that small movement making him tired, and felt his stomach clench at the devious little smirk on Marcus’s face.
He’d thought they were done! This was supposed to be aftercare. Why was Marcus looking at him like that?
“What do you mean?”
Marcus lifted his cock and held it up in a familiar motion. It was one Warren used whenever he was going to pee.
Suddenly, Warren flashed back to Marcus’s talk about peeing on him from a few days ago.
“Absolutely not,” Warren said, the very thought of it – of Marcus unleashing a hot stream of piss all over him – making him feel…
Well, it didn’t turn him on, that was for sure. Warren was not into it. At least not today when he hadn’t had time to mentally prepare himself.
Marcus laughed. “Okay, okay. We’ll save it for later.”
Max entered the room, Harland hot on his heels.
“Save what for later?” Max asked, pushing into the shower and turning it on.
“Nothing,” Warren said, not wanting to continue the discussion.
“Whatever.” Max held his hand under the spray and turned it on. Once it was hot enough, he stepped under the water and sighed. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Warren felt sticky and gross. He desperately wanted under the water, too.
He was pretty sure that he was leaking come onto the ledge beneath him.
Seeming to sense his feelings, Marcus lifted him up and carried him over.
He set him down in front of Max, crowding close behind him so that he was pressed between the two of them.
Not nearly enough water was reaching him.
Warren pushed at Marcus’s abs, creating some distance and moving so that he was standing under the spray.
Hot water pounded down onto the top of his head, running down his body and taking with it the copious amounts of sweat, come and lube sticking to his skin.
He eyed the bottle of bodywash on the ledge, the need to be clean warring with his desire to just stand there and do nothing, but before he could muster up the willpower to move, Marcus grabbed the bottle and reached out to the shelf next to the shower for a washcloth.
Warren closed his eyes and moaned as Marcus began scrubbing him down. He leaned back against Max, letting him take his weight fully when Marcus lifted his feet one by one and cleaned them off.
“Still sore?” Marcus asked, getting more bodywash and soaping up Warren’s cock and balls while simultaneously probing his hole. Warren hissed, the touch sending a sharp jolt of pain up his spine.
“A little,” he mumbled, wincing when Marcus finished up his ministrations by cleaning his hole.
“We should put a plug in him,” Max said. Warren glanced up at him in alarm, the arms around him feeling suddenly a lot less safe.
That was an insane thing to suggest after all the abuse his hole had just suffered. He needed rest!
“I don’t think he’ll agree to that,” Marcus said, chuckling as he rose up and tossed the washcloth to the floor. He pinched Warren’s chin and grinned down at him. “Will you?”
“No,” Warren said, licking his lips. “I think I’ve had enough for tonight.”
Max made a disappointed sound in the back of his throat.
“A little one wouldn’t be too bad though, right?” he wheedled.
Warren jabbed him in his stomach with his elbow. “Absolutely not.”
After the shower, Warren let Marcus bundle him up in a towel to dry him off. He got dressed in a robe that was at least five sizes too big for him and so soft that it felt like wearing a cloud.
Standing in front of the mirror, he watched his reflection.
He looked thoroughly debauched. His lips were swollen, his neck a mess of bites and bruises, and there was a glassiness to his expression that screamed freshly fucked.
Narrowing his eyes, Warren walked closer to the mirror. He studied himself. The bump on his head wasn’t there anymore. He moved closer to the glass and leaned in, touching the spot where the bump had been. There was nothing.
Both Marcus and Harland had come on his face, each of them rubbing their loads into his skin like they were trying to mark him after.
Had that healed him?
“What are you looking at?” Max asked, coming up behind him. He’d borrowed a set of sweatpants from Marcus. The pants hung low on his hips and his torso was bare. He wrapped his arms around Warren and nuzzled his neck.
“My bump is gone,” Warren said, leaning back into the embrace.
Max touched Warren’s forehead, probing the skin over his eyebrow carefully. He kissed his cheek. “It is. That’s weird.”
“It’s not weird,” Harland said from inside the shower. Warren turned to him, his stomach swooping at the sight of the muscular vampire soaping up his pale chest and washing himself under his arms. “You will heal much more quickly now, as our omega.”
“Is that why you were rubbing your load into my face earlier?”
Harland shook his head, a barely there smile twitching his lip. “No. That was just because I felt like it.”
The heat in his gaze made Warren duck his chin and look away. He didn’t respond.
Marcus appeared in the doorway. He’d changed into jeans, thick socks and a flannel shirt, and he looked like a sexy lumberjack.
“We have dinner waiting for us, if you guys want to eat. Bruce heard that we were busy earlier, so he left the steaks in the fridge. They just need a few minutes on the grill.”
Warren had completely forgotten about dinner. It had been the last thing on his mind, but now that Marcus mentioned it, he was starving.
He hoped Bruce hadn’t heard anything too embarrassing.
“He prepared dinner for your sister and gave it to her in her room,” Marcus added, answering what should have been Warren’s next question.
The truth was that he’d completely forgotten about Vivian after Marcus had escorted her away.
She’d said she wasn’t hungry, but she hadn’t eaten since the plane and there was no way she’d make it to morning without getting hungry.
“That was nice of him,” Warren said.
“Well, I’m starving,” Max said, pulling Warren away from the mirror and tucking him under his arm. He steered him toward Marcus and the exit. “I vote we eat.”