“Shh.” Mark couldn’t be certain he wanted to hear whatever Alec was going to say next. He wanted to stay in this moment for as long as possible. Closing his eyes, Mark let his claws slide out and very deliberately raked his hands down Alec’s back.
Alec arched into him with a gasp; his hips pushed forward, sending a spike of pleasure straight up Mark’s spine.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, hands resting in the dip above Alec’s arse. “I want your scent all over me,inme. I want them to know.” He hadn’t realised how true that was until he said it. To hell with the consequences, Mark wanted everyone to know that Alec was his.
A little voice in the back of his head whispered,But he’s not.
Not yet.
Alec growled, fangs glorious in the moonlight peeking through the curtains. “Turn over.” He leaned to the side for lube, and Mark hurried to get on all fours.
He flinched as cold lube trickled down the crack of his arse, but then Alec rubbed it around his rim, using the head of his cock, and Mark pushed back, needing more. Claws pricked his skin when Alec grabbed his hips, holding him steady as he slowly pushed inside.
Oh fuck, that felt good.
The torturously slow slide of Alec’s cock had him biting his lip, fingers digging into the bedsheets. “Alec—”Fuck me, bite me, make me yours.“—come on.”
Alec’s grip tightened. Anticipation had Mark on edge with just enough time to glance over his shoulder. That split second showed Alec staring back at him, gaze full of heat, before Alec pulled out and slammed back in, knocking the breath out of him.
No slow and steady this time; Alec set a brutal pace, each thrust forceful enough to push Mark up the bed if he wasn’t holding on tight. He might not intend to bite him, but Alec fucked him like Mark was his, claiming him with his cock and his hands, claws tips still embedded in his hips.
Mark struggled not to come. Having six feet four of beta shifter pounding into him like their lives depended on it wasn’t easy to resist. Pleasure burned deep in his belly, climbing up his spine in a dizzying wave, one Mark was quickly losing control of. He breathed in, the air around them heavy with sex and their scent. Together.
Fuck.
It filled his lungs. His chest tightened with how right it felt to be here with Alec wrapped around him. “Gonna come.” He reached for his cock, only needing a few strokes to get him there, but Alec batted his hand out of the way, leaned back on his knees, and took Mark with him.
Straddling Alec’s thighs with his back to Alec’s front, Mark was helpless to do anything other than let Alec get him off. He held tight to the arm Alec held across his chest, head dropping back onto Alec’s shoulder, exposing his throat as Alec jacked him off hard and fast.
“Bite me.” He wasn’t sure if he said the words out loud or if he imagined Alec’s soft “I can’t,” because three strokes were all it took for Mark to come, shooting over his belly in thick spurts.
Alec kept him close while he shuddered with the aftershocks, his cock still inside him, until Mark sighed and relaxed against him.
Carefully, Alec eased him up and off him, encouraging Mark to lie down on his back. He met Mark’s gaze, cock in hand, stroking himself slowly with blunt fingers. “You want them all to know?”
Mark licked his lips. “Yeah.”
Moving up alongside him, Alec knelt next to Mark’s shoulder. Not looking away, he jacked himself off, his pace steadily increasing until his eyes clamped shut and he came with a cry, coating Mark’s chin and neck.
Fucking hell. Mark was ready to go again, just from watching. He reached up, trailing his fingers through the mess.
“Rub it in.” Alec’s voice was rough, slurred, and the fingers that joined Alec’s were claw-tipped once more. Together they rubbed Alec’s come into Mark’s skin, ensuring their scents would cling to him for days. A shiver of nervous excitement ran through him.
“Okay?” Alec lay down next to him, and Mark rolled onto his side to face him.
“Yeah.” He yawned, knackered suddenly, even though it was early still. “Was just thinking about tomorrow.”
Alec reached for his hand. “Come back with me.”
“What?”
“I don’t trust Newell. I don’t want to send you back there knowing what he’s capable of.” He squeezed Mark’s hand, eyes pleading.
“I don’t trust him much either, but he’s still my alpha. I can’t abandon my pack like that.” Mark couldn’t just up and leave, Alec knew that. There were rules in place for changing packs. And Newell and Wes aside, did he really want to? “The alpha council are there and they want to talk to me. Newell’s not going to do anything to risk their wrath.”
Alec scoffed. “He’s gambled with your life before.”
“But he’s not stupid. I’m going to go back tomorrow and talk to the council, tell them what I know.” Silence stretched between them. “Nothing’s going to happen.”
