Chapter 59 Max
MAX
Max zipped up his pants and crowded in close to Marcus so that he could see what the older alpha was looking at. They were in a small bathroom on the first floor of the pack cottage, near the back of the house, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.
The wadded-up tissues they’d used to wipe up their loads were still floating in the toilet.
He stared at the phone and let out a whine. The video of Warren grinding his cock against Harland’s leg while burying his face in Harland’s lap was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
He wanted Warren to be humping his boot and breathing in the scent of his cock and balls.
“Maybe we should have gone with them,” he said, wishing that they were all together. A week and a half hadn’t felt like a lot when they were making their plan, but now it seemed like an eternity to be away from Harland and Warren.
“Warren needs a little space to himself to get used to everything,” Marcus reminded him, putting his phone in his pocket and walking over to the sink. He washed his hands. “We’ll see him soon.”
“You just don’t want to be all alone up here,” Max accused, following Marcus’s lead and washing his hands.
Marcus had responsibilities. He had to be in Alaska, both for work and to run his pack – especially to deal with the aftermath of the military’s monumental breach of the treaty.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Marcus said, coming up behind him and giving him a hug and kissing his cheek. He nuzzled Max’s ear. “And you’ll benefit from some time with my pack. We can work on your interpersonal skills.”
Max rolled his eyes. Marcus just wanted him to get into fights with people. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t all rise above those instincts and just be civilized.
Then again, now that he knew that he was the result of an experiment to create werewolves, his opinions on the instincts of real werewolves might be less valid. For all he knew, they felt their instincts differently.
Marcus certainly seemed to think that his ability to ignore his wolf was bizarre and disconcerting.
“I already agreed to working on the fighting thing,” he said, pulling away from Marcus to dry his hands. “You don’t have to keep pestering me.”
“Interpersonal skills like not being rude to your alpha,” Marcus said, slapping his ass.
Max laughed and jumped away. “Yeah, no. That’s not happening. You need me to keep that giant ego from inflating any further.”
It was true. Marcus was obviously way too used to being treated like some kind of god, both by his pack and by humans, because of his wealth and werewolf status. He needed someone to remind him that he was just a guy.
Marcus advanced, a playful and slightly threatening look on his face that went right to Max’s spent cock. Max danced away with a laugh and held up his hands. “Harland says you can’t be mean to me!”
He tried to twist away, but Marcus lunged and put him in a headlock.
“I think you’re confused,” Marcus said, giving him a noogie. “My ego is just the right size; it’s my cock that’s huge.”
Max tried to pull away, but Marcus was way too strong.
“Not that huge,” Max said, enjoying the feeling of Marcus’s bicep against his neck. “Harland and I are both thicker than you.”
Marcus tightened his hold on Max’s neck. “Mine is longer than both of yours.”
“Like an extra-long pencil,” Max taunted, laughing as Marcus wrestled him to the floor and put him in a full headlock.
He was having so much fun.
“Take that back,” Marcus growled.
“Pencil dick,” Max said, his voice strained by Marcus choking him.
“I’ll show you pencil dick, you respectless little shit,” Marcus growled, releasing Max’s neck and sitting up to straddle his thighs. He yanked Max’s jeans and underwear down, spit on his hole, and freed his cock.
Max barely had any time to brace himself before he was taking the full brunt of Marcus’s ten inches inside of him.
“Fuck,” he grunted, the sound punched out of him.
“Pencil that, fucker,” Marcus said, his voice smug as he lifted his hips and fucked Max with a hard, brutal thrust.
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Max said, the stretch and pain just the right shade of excruciating.
Marcus was so fucking deep.
“It makes perfect sense,” Marcus said, lying down on top of him and starting to fuck him. The sound of his hips slamming down on Max’s ass filled the small bathroom.
Closing his eyes, Max let his face rest on his arm and surrendered to the feeling of getting fucked. His cock was hard, trapped between his hip and the heated bathroom tile, and leaking steadily.
In addition to the overwhelming sensation of Marcus inside of him, Max could feel both Marcus and Harland across their mating bonds.
Marcus was enjoying the tight heat of Max’s ass – and it was so weird to feel that when it was his ass – while Harland seemed to be getting rimmed to within an inch of his life.
Max grinned into his arm. Harland loved getting rimmed. He wondered if Harland had requested it or if Warren had wanted to have his face sat on again.
Beneath his bonds to Marcus and Harland, Max had a vague feeling that there was some connection to Warren, but he couldn’t really get a handle on it other than a vague feeling of satisfaction and arousal.
Probing the connection like he’d learned to do his bonds with Harland and Marcus, Max had the vague feeling of being observed in return, but then that feeling passed and all he was left with was the general sense of satisfaction and pleasure that Warren seemed to be experiencing.
Then Marcus bit him and Max forgot all about his bonds, the only thing he could think of being the pleasure of his balls pulling tight and his cock exploding into orgasm.
Marcus followed right behind, his knot swelling inside of him as he came.
“Is that thick enough for you?” Marcus asked, tugging at his knot and making Max hiss in pain. He lifted his ass and clenched down to keep the thick knot inside of him.
“Yes, yes, fuck, it feels so good.”
Marcus collapsed on top of him, using him as a mattress and making a happy sound. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Max’s neck and kissed him behind his ear.
“Good boy.”
It took a good twenty minutes before Marcus’s knot deflated enough that he could pull it out of Max’s hole and they could clean up – again – and slip out of the bathroom and go back to the party. When they reentered the living room, a few people clapped and cheered.
Caught off guard – both by the fact that people had obviously heard them and by the fact that they were acknowledging it – Max blushed.
Marcus rolled his eyes and went to get them a beer, pointing to the couch where his brother and his brother’s omega were sitting and telling him to go wait for him there.
“Max,” Steve, Marcus’s little brother, greeted him. “Sit down, sit down. How are you doing?”
“I’m good,” Max said. He wasn’t able to completely hide his wince as he sat down, and Steve smirked.
His blush intensified.
“Don’t be a dick,” the omega said. He leaned forward and reached out his hand. “I’m Dylan. It’s very nice to meet you.”
Max introduced himself and echoed the sentiment.
“So, you and Marcus, huh?” Steve said, taking a sip of his beer and looking across the room to where Marcus was bent over and rummaging in one of the coolers. Max followed his gaze, and then spent a second appreciating the way Marcus’s jeans pulled tight across his glutes.
“Yeah,” he said, grinning to himself.
“But you’re not joining the pack?” Steve didn’t sound upset about the fact, just confused.
“No, I’m in Harland’s pack.”
Marcus, beers in hand, approached them.
“And we’re not absorbing Harland’s territory because…?” Steve asked, the question directed at Marcus, who approached the couch, beers in hand. His voice was teasing. Marcus handed one of the beers to Steve and sat down next to him, glaring at his brother.
“Because I said so,” Marcus said. He sounded firm, but the tips of his ears were red.
“It’s so nice to see Marcus like this,” Steve said, leaning back and hugging Dylan under his arm as he turned to face Max. “Happy, I mean.”
A warm feeling fluttered in Max’s chest. He wanted Marcus to be happy, very much.
“I want him to be happy,” Max said.
“I guess it makes sense,” Steve said, and even though Max didn’t have any little brothers – unless he did, which he might, he realized with a start – he had known enough of them growing up to recognize a little brother being a little shit.
“Don’t say it,” Marcus warned.
“What?” Steve said. “I was just going to say that it makes sense that you would end up with someone more dominant than you. This is going to be great for your personal devel-”
Steve didn’t get to finish his sentence before Marcus had him on the floor in a brutal headlock. Steve laughed, while Dylan looked at Max with a shrug.
“They’re not like this when they’re apart,” he said, lifting his legs to avoid the two alphas rolling around on the floor. “This isn’t even a fight for dominance – they’re just roughhousing.”
Some people shot Marcus and Steve amused glances, but most people ignored the commotion.
“This wasn’t quite what I had in mind when Marcus said we were going to a cabin,” Max said, looking around.
Dylan chuckled. “I know what you mean, but calling it the rustic mansion doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.”
That was a good way to describe it, Max thought.
A rustic mansion. It was two stories tall, built from wide planks and logs, with a huge floor plan and a massive wrap-around porch.
The living room was big enough to easily hold thirty people, and there were more people hanging out around the heated pool in the basement and frolicking in the snow outside.
“Do you like being an omega?” Max blurted out.
Dylan laughed, while Marcus and Steve stopped roughhousing to give him identical incredulous stares.
Max blushed. He hadn’t meant to be rude, the question just spilled out of his mouth as soon as it occurred to him.
“Sure, it’s not so bad,” Dylan said. He looked down at Steve. “Then again, my alphas are pretty great. I got lucky.”
Steve wriggled out of Marcus’s grip and climbed back onto the couch to hug Dylan against his side.
“Ah, I love you too,” he said. He leaned down and kissed the top of Dylan’s head.
“The truth is that I don’t really think about it that often,” Dylan said. “It’s just one more aspect of being with my mates, and it isn’t one that really impacts me.”
“Because of the pills,” Max nodded.
“Exactly. As long as you never use the fact that Warren is an omega against him, he’s not going to be unhappy. At least that’s my experience.”
The sincerity and absolute certainty in Dylan’s voice were very reassuring. “Thanks,” he said. “And sorry that I was rude.”
“It’s fine.”
Max stayed close to Marcus for a while, sitting and talking with Steve and Dylan, but after a while, he felt someone staring at him. He looked around and noticed Dave, the grouchiest of his new brothers, staring at him with a complicated look on his face.
“I’m going to mingle,” Max said, interrupting a conversation between Marcus and Steve about the pack teenagers and their participation in local high school sports.
“Do you want me to come with?” Marcus asked.
Max shook his head. “No, that’s okay.”
Marcus nodded and Max made his way across the room to where Dave was standing. He was with another one of their brothers – one of the ones who was not a clone of him and Dave – though Max couldn’t remember his name.
The two men watched him approach. Dave’s expression stayed the same, while their other brother smiled in welcome.
“Hi,” Max said, feeling awkward.
“Are you really a fireman?” Dave asked, squinting at him. The abruptness of the question caught Max off guard.
“Yeah?” Max answered, confused why he was asking it like that. “Why?”
“And you like it?” Dave didn’t answer his question.
Max nodded.
“You know, your vampire threatened me. He said I had to be nice to you.” Dave crossed his arms and glared. “What’s his deal, anyway? Why the fuck wouldn’t I be nice to you?”
“Because you’re an asshole?” the man next to him asked.
Max was feeling really awkward because he didn’t remember his name. It was his brother. He should know his fucking name.
“He’s protective. He didn’t mean to offend you,” he said, turning to his brother, whom he couldn’t remember the name of. “Sorry, what was your name again?”
The guy held out his hand with a wry grin. “I’m Jacob. This must be as overwhelming and weird for you as it is for us.”
Jacob’s grip was firm and his voice and expression were both friendly.
“Yeah, it’s a lot.” He turned back to Dave. “I’m sure Harland didn’t mean anything by it.”
Dave shrugged. “No, it’s good that you have people to back you up. I’m glad you’re not alone.”
“Yeah, being alone sucks,” Max agreed.
“I can’t believe the general is dead,” Dave said, lifting his beer to his lips but not drinking. He pressed the neck of the bottle against his chin and held it there. “It’s fucking crazy.”
“We knew it wasn’t going to end well,” Jacob said.
“Yeah, but I expected them to finish us off by sending us on a few more risky missions, not letting the most powerful pack in the country storm the base, kill the general and kidnap us.”
“We weren’t kidnapped,” Jacob said.
“What do you mean, finish you off?” Max asked, the implications making a knot form in his stomach.
Jacob winced. “From the government’s perspective, the best thing would be if we just disappeared, but it wasn’t like they could kill us – you know, in case the real werewolves ever found out about us and took issue with it – so we think their strategy was to send us on risky missions and just hope that eventually we’d all be dead. ”
“And it was working,” Dave muttered.
There was a wrenching sadness in his voice, and Max realized that he had 10 brothers who had died before he ever got to meet them.
“We agreed to it,” Jacob said, a note of self-recrimination in his voice.
“Not like we had a choice,” Dave said.
“We could have risked it and contacted the real werewolves,” Jacob said. He gestured out at the room. “I mean, look at us now. Here we are, welcomed with open arms.”
“Sure, because our long-lost missing brother happens to be hooking up with the main man in charge.”
“I think they would have helped you no matter what,” Max said. He turned to Jacob. “And we’re real werewolves, too. Marcus says so.”
Jacob nodded, but it was clear he didn’t agree. In fairness, Max wasn’t sure he agreed, either, but Marcus seemed very sure.
“Do you want to come meet everyone properly?” Jacob asked. “We’ve been giving you space, but we’re all pretty eager to get to know you.”
Max had to duck his head and hide his face, overcome with sudden emotion. He got himself under control and nodded.
“Yeah, that sounds nice.”