Bitten By Desire (Regent's Park Pack Book 3) Page 3

  Mark’s scent might have been lost to him before, but standing this close to him, Alec had no trouble picking it out—a light citrusy undertone to the spicy edge he’d detected earlier with just a hint of the tequila working its way out of his system. Even with the alcohol, he smelled good.

  Alec took a deep breath in, not bothering to be subtle about it. Might as well put the offer out there. He wasn’t in the mood for games tonight. Maybe he hadn’t consciously gone in there with the intent of hooking up with Mark, but he liked what he saw. Dark hair and blue-green eyes had always done it for him.

  It was a bad idea; the worst one Alec had had in a while probably. But like it had done on the street outside, Mark’s scent stirred Alec’s interest, making his wolf perk up and take notice. He didn’t always get that with people he fucked. When it happened, it boded well for the night ahead.

  And it was just sex, right? After Cam’s accusations, Alec couldn’t make relations between their packs any worse. Cam might disagree, but Alec needed to get all this tension out of his system if he was to be any use to his alpha over the next few days. And both he and his wolf had decided on Mark.

  Will set Alec’s drinks on the bar and then left to serve another customer, but not without giving a tiny shake of his head in Mark’s direction.

  Alec ignored him and slid one of the shots in front of Mark. “Join me?”

  Mark took a long look at the shot, then sighed. “Why the fuck not?” Picking up the glass, he waited for Alec to do the same, then clinked glasses.

  The alcohol coursed down Alec’s throat, the momentary burn just the distraction he was looking for. He tossed back the remaining shots in quick succession, then reached for his beer. Noticing Mark watching him out of the corner of his eye, he took a quick sip, then turned towards him. Considering what happened that morning, discussing anything pack related was out of the question. From Mark’s wary look, he knew it too.

  That left one topic of conversation.

  Alec took another long drink, draining half his bottle. The buzz he had going from the alcohol wouldn’t last long. He either needed to order more shots or find another distraction. Setting his beer down, he met Mark’s eyes. Hard to tell in a club surrounded by horny shifters, but Alec was almost certain he detected a hint of arousal coming from him. Alec licked his lips, a small smile forming as Mark’s gaze dropped to his mouth.

  After a quick glance around showed no one seemed to be paying them any attention, Alec leaned in close enough to whisper, “I want to fuck you.”

  Mark didn’t even flinch at the words, but Will fumbled the drink he was pouring, spilling some pineapple concoction all over the bar. Alec wrinkled his nose at the smell, then turned back to Mark, who’d yet to react. He raised an eyebrow and waited.

  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.”

  Mark shrugged. “I guess.”

  They got in Alec’s car and he pulled out into the traffic.

  Alec’s flat was still within the bounds of his pack’s territory, but far enough away from the main pack buildings. The area was a mix of human and shifter families. All pa
ck members had soundproofing and some level of security, but the threats from other packs were minimal. Shifter etiquette dictated families were off limits, even during the pack wars. Only one pack had ever broken that rule. Alec’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, dangerously so, and the plastic gave an ominous creak.

  “Everything okay?” Mark’s voice snapped Alec out of his memories, and he focused instead on the scents inside the car. His and Mark’s, and the heady mixture of their arousal.

  “We’re almost there.” The flat he co-owned with Mike, Daryl, and Gareth was the top floor of a converted period house, not dissimilar to where Seb, Tim’s mate, lived—though probably not for much longer. Alec parked on the street outside and turned off the engine.

  Being residential, the area was quiet at half-past twelve in the morning. And the only foreign pack scent Alec detected nearby was Mark’s. “Come on.” He got out and waited for Mark to do the same.

  The small security camera above the door recorded their arrival, but Alec wasn’t bothered if the other betas found out. He’d tell both them and Cam himself in the morning. There were no secrets between them. He unlocked the door and went in.

  “Who else lives here?” Mark walked behind him up the stairs to the first-floor flat.

  “Never you mind.”

  Mark huffed but didn’t ask again.

  The one-bedroom flat itself was small and basic, but clean and well stocked. Whoever used it last was responsible for changing sheets, cleaning up, and replacing anything that was used.

  “Nice place.” Mark stopped and looked around.

  Alec huffed out a laugh as he walked into the open-plan kitchen/living area and dropped his keys on the kitchen worktop. “It’ll do.” He turned and leant against it, feet apart, facing Mark. The atmosphere wasn’t awkward per se, but without the music and surroundings of the club, it certainly seemed less easy-going.

  Mark walked towards him and stepped into the space between Alec’s thighs.

  Alec’s hands automatically settled on his hips. “We done talking?” He reached down between them and palmed Mark’s cock through his jeans—not hard now, but that would soon change. Meeting Mark’s gaze, Alec traced the outline with his thumb, rubbing back and forth over the head until Mark started to stiffen.

  Mark grinned. “I guess so.”

  “Good.”

  Alec pulled him closer and kissed him, soft and slow, teasing him with a hint of tongue. He might want to fuck him hard and rough, but the build-up was half the fun. Mark tasted of tequila and beer, and Alec chased the flavours, nipping at his bottom lip with just a hint of fang. With Alec being so much taller, the angle was awkward, and he wanted to feel Mark’s cock against his own.

  Without breaking the kiss, he hoisted Mark up by his thighs, turned, and set him down on the worktop.

  Much better.

  Alec took advantage of their new position, dipping his head to mouth along the side of Mark’s neck. He trailed his teeth over the damp skin, eliciting a low, drawn-out moan from Mark as he tilted his head back.

  “Fuck.” Gripping Alec’s shoulders, Mark wrapped his legs around Alec’s waist and pulled him close. He slid his hands up into Alec’s hair, holding tight and pressing Alec’s mouth against him. “Harder.”

  Alec wouldn’t bite him, not there anyway, but he pulled the neck of Mark’s shirt to the side and scraped his teeth along the exposed skin, hard enough to draw a faint trickle of blood before the wound sealed shut. Mark’s fingers tightened in his hair, and Alec hissed at the sharp pain, a smile curving his lips.

  This was everything he needed.

  “Bed.” Stepping back, he grabbed Mark’s hand and tugged him off the worktop.

  They kicked off their shoes in the kitchen, lost their shirts on the walk through the living room, and Alec had his jeans undone by the time they entered the bedroom.

  He pushed them down, along with his underwear, and kicked them off to the side to stand naked in front of Mark. All shifters had good bodies, Alec wasn’t alone in that, but he worked hard to ensure he was as strong and fit as his biology would allow, and it was gratifying to see the appreciative way Mark looked at him. Wrapping a hand around his cock, Alec began to stroke himself with slow, measured movements.

  Mark swallowed thickly, seeming unable to look away. He thumbed open the button on his jeans and eased them down.

  No underwear.

  Now free from its denim confines, his cock stood to attention, hard, and wet at the tip.

  Alec wanted to throw him on the bed and taste him. His wolf was restless, Mark’s scent luring it to the surface, and Alec let a little of the wildness leak through. “Get on the bed.” Lengthened teeth turned his voice rough and altered his words, but there was no mistaking his tone or his intent.

  Stepping out of his jeans, Mark walked towards him and smiled, his own fangs sliding out with a soft snick. “About that….”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Mark met Alec’s curious gaze, nervous excitement coursing through his veins. “I want to fuck you.”

  Alec’s surprise was evident. “Do you now?”

  “Yeah.” He hadn’t gone there with that intent. Mark loved it either way, and Alec was a fucking fine specimen. But something had happened between then and now, and Mark felt it all the way down to his toes. His wolf felt it. The need to take Alec apart, with his tongue, his teeth, his claws… with everything, burned inside him. It might be just sex between them, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be hot as fuck.

  Mark ran his tongue over his fangs; they ached with the need to sink into Alec’s skin. His neck and throat were off limits, but there were plenty of other places they could explore.

  Alec trailed a clawed finger down Mark’s chest, scraping it lightly over a nipple. Mark shivered. “I don’t want you to go easy on me.” Dark brown eyes bore into his.

  Oh God. “I won’t.”

  “If you’re not giving me what I need, I’m going to take it.” He wrapped a hand around Mark’s cock, careful to keep his claws out of the way, and gave him a squeeze. “Is that okay?”

  Mark wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but he was so turned on he’d agree to anything. “Yeah.” Alec had a reputation for being a cold-hearted wanker, or so the rumours went, but Mark didn’t get that feeling at all. Granted, he wasn’t exactly thinking with his head right then, but still. His gut told him to trust Alec.

  Alec cupped his jaw, and Mark expected a rough kiss, but instead Alec tilted Mark’s chin up and fixed him with a look so intense it made his insides curl. “I might get carried away. If at any point you want to stop, if it gets too much… just say the word and we’ll stop.”

  Mark nodded.

  “Promise me.”

  “I promise.”

  “Good.” Alec grinned, predatory, all traces of concern gone from his expression. Now he pulled Mark into a kiss, rough and demanding, as he toppled them both onto the bed.

  Mark landed on his back with Alec on top of him, stealing his breath for a second, then his weight was gone as he slid down the bed between Mark’s legs.

  Alec glanced up, his mouth so close to Mark’s cock, he felt warm breath when he spoke. “No holes in the mattress.”

  “What?” Mark’s brain was stuck trying to will Alec’s head a little further down.

  “Retract your claws if you’re going to grip the sheet.”

  Oh.

  Alec smiled wide, showing his now-human teeth, and then took Mark in his mouth all the way down until he hit the back of his throat.

  Fucking hell.

  Mark curled his fingers into the sheets, gripping tightly but no claws. Alec slowly backed off, sucking lightly on the head of his cock while dipping his tongue into the slit. Mark pushed his hips up, wanting to get back inside, and was rewarded with two clawed hands pinning him back down.

  Alec pressed hard as he sucked Mark’s cock, the sting of claw-tips a sharp contrast to the intense pleasure of Alec’s mouth. The room smelled of th
em and sex, and Mark greedily breathed it in, each lungful pushing him nearer release.

  Too soon.

  He grabbed a fistful of Alec’s hair, intending to make him stop, but when he pulled, Alec moaned and sucked him harder.

  “Fuck, gonna come if you don’t—”

  The warmth of Alec’s mouth was gone in an instant. Sitting back on his heels, Alec grinned down at what could only be a distraught expression on Mark’s face. He was so fucking close. “Can’t fuck me if you come.”

  True, but still. “Bastard.”

  Alec laughed at him but reached out to run a hand up and down his thigh. “Okay?”

  Mark nodded. In no immediate danger of blowing his load now, he shuffled back so his head was on the pillows and beckoned Alec to him. “Come here.”

  Alec straddled his chest, inching forward, cock in hand, until he was close enough to brush it against Mark’s lips.

  Mark opened his mouth in invitation, and with one hand braced on the headboard, Alec guided himself in.

  He fucked Mark’s mouth with shallow thrusts, teasing him with the promise of more each time, then retreating. Mark loved the weight of a cock on his tongue, but he wanted Alec to go harder, to fill his mouth until he almost couldn’t take anymore.

  Claws out, Mark grabbed hold of Alec’s arsecheeks and pulled him forward, piercing the skin enough to make Alec jolt forward with a gasp. Alec’s cock thrust down Mark’s throat, choking him a little, but Alec was quick to pull back.

  Mark encouraged him to do it again and again until Alec was fucking Mark’s mouth in earnest with one hand fisted in his hair to keep him steady. There was nothing to stop Alec coming, as long as he didn’t mind being fucked after. He seemed to feel the same because a couple more thrusts and his cock swelled in Mark’s mouth, spurts of come hitting the back of his throat as he struggled to swallow it all.

  Alec climbed off him and leaned over the side of the bed.

  Closing his eyes, Mark wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and reached down to stroke himself. He was so fucking hard, the temptation to keep going was almost too much to ignore.