The stool creaked as Mark swivelled to face Alec, beer bottle in hand. He took a drink, all the while maintaining eye contact. “Why?”
It wasn’t a question Alec usually got asked, but their circumstances were slightly different. “Because you’re hot, and I want to burn off some tension and loosen up.” Alec rolled his shoulders, the satisfying crack of bone adding weight to his statement. “Sex will do that for me.”
Mark’s gaze lingered on his for a moment longer before sweeping over the length of his body and back up. Alec stood there and let him look his fill. “I’m not going to talk about my pack, so if you’re after information—”
“I’m not. I don’t give a fuck about any of that right now. You don’t have to say anything other than yes or no.” Alec shrugged. “It’s just sex. Doesn’t have to be complicated.”
Mark laughed, his eyes shining with amusement as he waved a finger between the two of them. “Pretty sure this is as complicated as it gets, all things considered.”
Maybe he had a point. Alec could turn around and leave, find another shifter from a pack not currently at odds with his own.
Mark set his bottle on the bar, then rubbed a hand over the base of his throat, trailing his thumb slowly over his collarbone. Alec growled soft and low, letting his teeth lengthen enough for Mark to notice.
“You’ve got to know what a really bad idea this is.”
Licking over the edges of his canines, Alec smiled. “Yes.” He extended them all the way, the familiar sting welcome; it kept his senses sharp. The thought of sinking his teeth into various parts of Mark’s body sent a jolt of arousal through him, and Alec stepped closer, almost between Mark’s thighs, making sure he knew exactly how much Alec wanted this.
A quick intake of breath was his reward, and Alec smirked. He was done waiting, so he retracted his teeth to talk. “Yes or no?”
“If anyone finds out—”
“Tell them the truth. We fucked, that’s all. If someone’s already seen us together, word will get back to your alpha regardless of whether we go any further. Might as well make the most of it.” Mark’s gaze darted around the room, and Alec sensed the spike of worry. “Do you have anything to hide? Anything I shouldn’t know?”
Mark frowned. “No, but—”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
After a few seconds, Mark regarded him with a sly smile. “Maybe you should be the one who’s worried. I’m sure there’s plenty of information I could get out of you.”
Alec laughed loudly. “That’s never going to happen, so don’t even try.” He might be playing with fire by fucking Mark, but he would never give away pack secrets. No matter how good the sex was.
“And you’re just going to take me back to your flat in your pack building like it’s nothing? Because you can’t fucking come to mine, and I don’t fancy getting arrested for public indecency.”
“This isn’t the first time I’ve done this.”
Mark huffed in amusement. “I’m sure it’s not.”
Alec fished a set of keys out of his pocket and held them up for Mark to see. “The other betas and I have a flat for such occasions.”
“Oh lovely, a shag pad.”
“Sometimes it’s not practical to take someone home with us. Like now, for example.” He was about to explain that tonight it was his to use when Mark slammed his bottle down on the bar and stood. “Let’s go.”
Few things took Alec by surprise, but Mark’s sudden acquiescence did. They were chest to chest now, Mark a good five inches shorter than him, and Alec couldn’t resist bracketing him against the bar and whispering, “It’s going to be rough. You up for that?”
“Oh, yeah.” Mark pushed his hips forward and his hard cock pressed against Alec’s thigh.
Before Alec could grab his hand and lead them out of the club, Will leaned over the bar and tapped Mark on the shoulder. “Can I have a quick word?” He gestured to a door off to the side that read STAFF ONLY.
Of course the best friend wouldn’t approve. Alec would be the same if he was Will. In fact, he’d probably go so far as to drag Mark out of there and take him home. But Will wasn’t Alec, and when Mark answered with “No, but I’ll call you later. Okay?” Will’s only response was a muttered, “I hope you know what the fuck you’re doing.”
As they walked back through the club, Alec felt more than one pair of eyes on them. Whether that was because they made a hot couple or because they’d been recognised, he had no way of knowing. And he wasn’t about to take a look around to see if he knew anyone. The less eye contact the better.
Once outside the club, Alec led the way to his car at a brisk pace, Mark hot on his heels. They didn’t speak until they reached the warehouse where he’d left his car.
“Handy,” Mark said as they went round the back to the car park.
“I’m sure P-pack have their fair share of parking at their clubs and restaurants.”
