ALPHA MARCELLUS STORM
“Just like that.” She moaned quietly, her words a mere whisper. Her head was thrown back as she lifted herself up and down his pulsing shaft, ever so close to blowing his load deep inside her where it belonged.
He craved to see his sticky seed seep out of her but more than that, he craved to plunge himself back into her to push his seed in as far as it would go, until her stomach was round and heavy with his pup.
“You feel so good.” She moaned again, her thick curls trailed down her back as she dropped herself down on him again, completely bottoming out as the curve of her ass slapped against his heavy, cum-filled balls, on the very verge of spilling himself into her.
A loud squeal passed her lips as he reversed their positions and towered over her, bracing his arms on either side of her hips, rearing his hips back to thrust back into her.
With his mate’s thighs clasped around his waist, her nails raking down his back and her moans sounding directly into his ears with each pleasure-filled thrust, Marcellus could hold himself back no longer.
With a wet, sticky patch over his crotch and his boxer shorts clinging to him, Marcellus groaned lowly and threw the covers off him before he headed into the shower, trying to wash away the dream of a mate that may not possibly be real, but to no avail.
The shower was cold and quick, and he pulled on some clothes even quicker before he ran a hand through his hair and headed out of his bedroom with the sole intent of heading next door and holing himself up in his office like he had done for the entire week.
“You’ve been acting really strange lately.” Dalton hummed aloud as he popped out of nowhere, Marcellus being so out of it that he hadn’t noticed his best friend approaching him from behind.
“What makes you say that?” Marcellus asked in a nonchalant tone as he closed the door behind him, making a move to the left to enter his office.
Dalton narrowed his eyes at his friend and crossed his arms over his chest, squaring his shoulders back as he eyed Marcellus trying to escape the confrontational situation that he had literally walked into.
“Don’t fuck with me, Mars. We’ve been best friends for as long as I remember. You’ve been acting very out of character lately and we both know it.”
If it had been any other wolf to swear at him and speak to him in such a tone, his wolf would have demanded blood but because it was his longest friend and Beta, his wolf merely growled at the disrespect but under the surface, both him and his wolf understood where Dalton was coming from.
“What do you mean by strange?” He asked quietly, his hand fisted around the door handle of his office door, very tempted to open it, allow himself in and close the door in Dalton’s face.
The fact that they were friends and he knew Dalton was right was the only thing keeping him here.
“You haven’t been eating properly and you’ve been spending nearly all of your time holed up in your office.”
“I’ve been swamped with work.” Marcellus lied expertly, holding Dalton’s gaze the entire time, daring the Beta wolf to claim him wrong. “You know what it’s like with all these transfers to go through, especially with handling work as well.”
“Yes, I know how busy it gets this time of year, but you’ve been especially snappy.” Dalton gulped as he forced the words out of his mouth, willing himself to continue as he was very much aware that right now, he was speaking to his Alpha and not his best friend.
Either way, someone needed to voice aloud what the whole pack had been thinking this past week.
“I haven’t been snappy.” Marcellus denied with his lips pulled down into a firm frown.
When Dalton sent him a pointed look, he sighed and ran a hand down his face.
“Okay, maybe I have been a little more short-tempered than usual this week but don’t worry, everything will be back to normal soon.”
Dalton paused for a moment before reluctantly, he nodded his head and dropped his arms down to his side, smart enough to understand when he was fighting a losing battle.
“Do you want to go get some breakfast?” He asked in hopes of lightening the heavy mood that had clouded over them that morning.
“In a little bit.” Marcellus insisted as he finally twisted the handle and allowed himself into the room. “I just need to get something done before I can eat, but I’ll see you in the kitchen.”
Not for one second did Dalton believe Marcellus as he had been the one to remind him to eat every day this past week, but there was only so much ground he could stand against his stubborn Alpha.
“I’ll save you a plate, Mars.” Dalton promised before moving to leave.
“I appreciate that.” He murmured quietly but his Beta was already half way down the hallway.