Chapter 58 Harland
HARLAND
When the sun finally dipped beneath the horizon, Harland removed his helmet and tugged off his balaclava with a sense of relief.
They’d dropped Warren’s sister off in Anchorage so that she could take a commercial flight back to California, and after seeing her off, they had finally started the trip home.
Harland couldn’t wait to get back to his territory and get a proper day’s sleep.
“How are you feeling?” Warren asked, taking the helmet from where it rested on Harland’s lap and examining it. He turned it upside down and traced the foam padding with his fingertips.
“Tired.” Harland tugged off his gloves and laid them aside. “Relieved that everything worked out.”
“Me too,” Warren said. He lifted the helmet up and put it on. Harland watched the faceless visor, his reflection staring back at him. He reached out and tapped the top of the helmet, making Warren laugh.
Warren lifted the helmet off his head and set it on his lap. “You must get so sick of wearing this.”
“It’s not that bad.”
In fact, Harland quite enjoyed the overall look of the racing leathers and helmet. They were just the right shade of intimidating. He reached over and squeezed Warren’s neck, thumbing over his mating bite.
“You were resting in Marcus’s basement, right?” Warren asked, glancing at him. “Because there are no windows down there?”
“I was.”
Harland knew where this was going.
“Did you see his playroom?” Warren tried for casual, but his blush betrayed his embarrassment at asking the question.
“The whole basement is his playroom,” Harland said, sliding his hand up the nape of Warren’s neck. “I’m sure he’ll give us a proper tour the next time we come to stay.”
“The whole basement?” Warren asked, leaning back into Harland’s touch.
“The whole thing. He’s got a jail cell down there, and a pretty interesting approximation of a dentist’s office.”
“A dentist’s office?” Warren sounded nervous. Harland wondered if he was scared of dentists. His teeth were healthy and well cared for as far as he could tell.
“I had a nice rest in the padded treatment chair. It was pretty comfortable.”
Harland had never been to a modern dentist, but he knew enough from movies and television to know that they weren’t a usual object of sexual fantasy.
Having seen the chair, however, he understood how it would make for a fun scenario.
Max would certainly enjoy being strapped down, tilted back and having his mouth pried open with a dental gag so that Harland could explore his mouth.
“Do you think I’d like it?” There was a nervous wobble in Warren’s voice.
Harland gave his hair a firm little tug, making him whimper. “I think you’ll love it.”
Warren sighed and relaxed back into his seat. He turned his head so that he could cradle his cheek in the palm of Harland’s hand. “You’re probably right. It’s just a little nerve-wracking.”
“Do you want me to jerk you off?” Harland asked. He traced Warren's lip with his thumb. “It might help you relax a little.”
Warren’s pupils dilated, his eyes turning dark. He licked his lips and nodded.
Harland pinched his ear and gave it a tug. “Be a good boy and ask for it.”
“Please jerk me off,” he said.
With Cain and the copilot in the cockpit, Harland and Warren had the cabin to themselves. Harland glanced at the door, making sure they had privacy, before plucking Warren out of his seat and setting him down on his lap.
“I’m looking forward to having you all to myself,” Harland said, clamping one arm over Warren’s chest to lock him in place while his other hand reached down and stroked up his inner thigh. “We’re going to have so much fun.”
“What kind of fun?” Warren asked, his hands coming to rest on Harland’s arm over his stomach.
“That depends,” Harland said. He slid his hand up and cupped Warren’s bulge, pressing the heel of his palm down on his cock. “Can you be a good boy for me?”
“I can,” Warren rushed to assure him. He lifted his hips, trying to grind his bulge into Harland’s hand.
Harland lifted his palm and grabbed the lower half of Warren’s face, covering his mouth and squeezing down on his cheeks.
“I don’t know,” Harland said. He leaned down and kissed the side of Warren’s temple. “I didn’t tell you to hump my hand like a slutty little bunny, did I?”
“No,” Warren mumbled, the word distorted by Harland’s palm over his mouth.
“No, I didn’t.” Harland let go of Warren’s face and gave it a light slap. “Bad boy.”
Warren let out a moan, a shudder running down his body.
“Did you like that?” Harland asked, slapping his face again, a little harder this time.
“Yes, alpha,” Warren said, turning his head and rubbing his cheek against Harland’s chin. “It felt good.”
Harland wasn’t prepared for the way Warren called him alpha to go right to his cock. He’d been hard since pulling Warren onto his lap, but now he was throbbing.
“Do you want it harder?”
“Yes, please,” Warren said, letting go of his grip on Harland’s arm and reaching down to touch himself.
“I didn’t say you could do that,” Harland growled, grabbing Warren’s wrists and holding them in an iron grip over his stomach.
“Sorry, alpha,” Warren said, sounding eager. He angled his face and closed his eyes in anticipation of getting slapped again.
Harland chuckled.
“It’s okay,” he said, denying Warren the slap he was craving. “But I think this shows that you need that cock cage we bought. We’ll put it on when you get home.”
Warren’s eyes flew open. “What?”
“You can come as much as you want before we put it on, but after that it stays on until the full moon.”
Warren tried to twist his body so that he could look at his face. “Absolutely not, I-”
Harland clamped his hand over Warren’s mouth, silencing him. He kissed his cheek and held him tight against his chest.
“You were a bad boy, and now you’ll have to face the consequences. Do you want to waste time arguing with me, or do you want to see how many times you can come before we land and I lock your cock away for the next two weeks?”
Warren looked up at him, his nostrils flaring and his pupils so wide his eyes looked like inky pools of black. When Harland released his hand from his mouth, sliding it down and cupping his throat, he whimpered.
“I want to…” he licked his lips and took a deep breath. “I want to see how many times I can come before you lock away my cock for two weeks.”
Harland kissed him. “Good boy.”
They made out for a few minutes, Harland bending his neck and practically devouring Warren’s mouth, sharing spit and licking into each other’s mouths.
“Are you really going to put the cage on me?” Warren asked when he pulled away, his voice breathless.
“I am,” Harland said.
“Until the full moon?”
“Yes.”
“But you’ll still fuck me and tie me up and let me suck your cock?”
“Every day.”
Warren grinned. “I’m going to be so horny.”
“You’ll enjoy the experience,” Harland promised. He reached down and expertly undid the button on Warren’s jeans and reached into his pants. He palmed Warren’s cock and gave it a squeeze.
A spurt of pre-come leaked onto his fingertips.
“If you can come five times before we land, I’ll let you take the cage off after a week,” Harland said, swiping the pad of his index finger across the glans of Warren’s cock. Warren reacted to the touch with a gasp, his whole body tensing up before relaxing with a shudder.
Harland licked his cheek and did it again, reaching across his mating bonds and sharing his arousal and the sensation of Warren’s cock in his hand.
In the distance, he felt Max and Marcus sit up and take notice.
They were enjoying themselves – drinking and laughing by a fire – but at the mental probe they both focused their attention on the bonds.
Beneath that again, deeper and more difficult to get a handle on, Harland could feel his connection to Warren.
“That tickles,” Warren said, jerking away as Harland tried to probe the connection like he would his bonds to Max and Marcus.
Harland pushed his nose into the crook behind Warren’s ear, jerking him off with steady strokes and probed the connection again. It wasn’t quite a bond, but it felt like the beginning of one.
“Are you doing something?” Warren asked, squirming again.
“I’m testing our mating bond,” Harland said, projecting his arousal and affection.
Warren ducked his chin and shuddered, his cock twitching in Harland’s grip. Harland swiped his thumb over his slit, rubbing back and forth while using his pinky finger to press down on the base of Warren’s cock, between his balls and up toward his taint.
It was an awkward placement, but Harland’s hand was big enough that he could easily span the width from the tip of Warren’s cock and down to his taint.
Warren didn’t stand a chance. He came hard, clutching Harland’s arm over his waist, shooting his load into his underwear while gritting his teeth and trying to fuck his cock up into Harland’s grip.
Rather than milk Warren through his orgasm, Harland let go. Warren immediately tried to reach down and finish the job himself, his cock twitching as he kept shooting into his briefs, but Harland grabbed his wrists and stopped him.
“Let me come!” Warren pleaded.
“I am,” Harland said, folding Warren’s wrists up and holding them over his chest. “You’re making a mess of your underwear.”
“Touch it!” Warren demanded.
Harland chuckled. “No.”
“You are so mean,” Warren complained, his cock no longer twitching. “You ruined my orgasm.”
Harland reached back into Warren’s underwear and grabbed his cock, swiping over the oversensitive head and making Warren jerk.
“I’m sorry. I’ll jerk you off properly.”
“Not now!” Warren objected, tugging on Harland’s arm and twitching with every touch to his sensitive cock. “You’re such an asshole, you fucking bitch, stop touching my dick!”
With every touch, Warren got more and more desperate. It was glorious.