Chapter 64 Warren
WARREN
The next time Warren woke, the morning sun was shining through the window and he felt a lot more clear-headed. The almost painful stuffed-full feeling from the night before had faded into being merely uncomfortable.
Max and Marcus were sitting on either side of him. They were on top of the covers and dressed in comfortable-looking sweats and t-shirts. Warren pushed himself to a seated position and leaned back against the headboard.
Harland was sitting on the chair by the fireplace, dressed in his daytime leathers and motorcycle helmet.
Warren felt different. His connections to Max, Harland and Marcus were even clearer than before, and he felt something inside of himself happily tending to the bonds with cheerful little pokes and prods.
The thing was a part of him – there was no feeling of wrongness or that it shouldn’t be there – but it didn’t feel human.
“It’s like our inner wolf,” Harland explained, somehow knowing exactly what he was thinking about. “It’s why you can bond with us fully.”
Warren nodded. The thing was new to him, but he wouldn’t have let anyone take it out of him even if they could.
Mine, the thing echoed back, smug and content and extremely possessive. Mine, mine, mine.
Each mine was directed at a different mating bond.
“Do you have the pills you made for me?” he asked, turning to Marcus.
Marcus furrowed his brow and nodded. “Yeah, why? Do you feel like you need them?”
He looked worried.
Warren shook his head. “No, I’m just curious. I mean, it didn’t feel like I was consuming your come; I was feeding off your energy. I’m just wondering what the pills feel like.”
“Interesting thought,” Marcus said. He climbed off the bed and walked to the dresser. “We’ve isolated the specific compound that keeps Dylan from experiencing any symptoms when he takes them and we used the same method to make yours.”
He took a small pill bottle from the top drawer and brought it to Warren.
Examining the pills inside – small capsules that looked like any other capsule you’d get from a pharmacy – Warren brought one to his nose and smelled it.
It didn’t smell like anything.
He popped it in his mouth and swallowed.
At first there was nothing, but then he felt the barest little echo of the sparkling honey sensation he’d felt when consuming his alpha’s energy down in the playroom.
It was a tiny drop compared to the gallon-sized serving he'd gotten direct from the source, but it wasn’t nothing.
“It’s the same energy I took from you,” he said, taking another pill and getting another little pop of fizzy energy. “But a tiny, tiny dose.”
He popped another one.
They were like candy.
“Okay, let me take that,” Marcus said, grabbing the bottle. “Don’t get drunk again.”
Warren laughed and leaned back against the headboard. “I couldn’t get drunk on those. I’d have to take like a thousand of them.”
“That speaks to the omega who learned to feed properly theory,” Harland said.
Warren looked at him, raising his brows questioningly.
“We were wondering if you were an omega or something else. This points to you being an omega.”
“Except that omegas aren’t necessarily what you thought they were,” Max said.
“Maybe I’m like a turtle,” Warren mused.
All three of his alphas looked at him in confusion.
“You know, how like a ton of turtles are hatched every season, but only a few make it to adulthood? I don’t mean that omegas die, but maybe most of us never figure out how to feed? I wouldn’t have figured it out without the Florida lady.”
“The Florida lady,” Marcus muttered, incredulous.
“It makes sense, right?”
To Warren it did. Once the entity had shown him how to touch the bonds, it had been so obvious, but he wouldn’t have figured it out on his own – at least not soon.
“It does to me,” Max said.
Warren grinned at him. He was still feeling a little unsettled, but Max, Harland and Marcus taking everything so well went a long way to putting him at ease and making him feel like everything was going to be okay.
Harland rose up and walked over to the bed. He brought his gloved fingertips to the front of his visor, over his mouth, and then placed them on Warren’s lips.
Warren wanted to suck the big fingers into his mouth, but he resisted temptation. He could feel that Harland wasn’t being sexual.
“I’m going to bed. I need to get some rest,” Harland said, sounding amused. “I’ll see you when it gets dark.”
“Good night,” Warren said.
“See you later,” Marcus added.
Max climbed off the bed. “I’ll walk you down.” He turned to Warren and Marcus. “I’ll be right back.”
Warren watched them walk out the door, biting his lower lip as he stared at Max’s muscular bubble butt filling out his sweats and comparing it to the tight fit of the leather hugging Harland’s muscular glutes.
His cock tried to harden, only to be immediately restricted by the chastity cage. He let out a growl of frustration that had Marcus laughing out loud.
“It’s not funny!”