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well, then he began running
his hands over Nathan’s back, soothing him a little with each touch. “We’ve done everything
we could to show him we aren’t like Joshua Dobson. There was nothing else left, short of
mass shifter suicides, and no one is willing to go that far to make Harley feel safer.” Nathan snorted and closed his eyes as he rubbed against Marcus. “No shit. As much as
I like Harley, I’m not willing to off myself or have anyone else do the same. And I don’t think
that would help, anyway.” Nathan opened his eyes and looked at Marcus again. “I think he was fighting with himself, and maybe didn’t—doesn’t—even know it. I think he knows he can trust us, that he is safe here, but some part of him, maybe the human in him, who knows, doesn’t want to believe it. Or is so traumatised by what Joshua Dobson did to him…” There went Nathan’s stomach again, trying to return everything he’d eaten for breakfast. He pressed his open mouth to Marcus’ chest. A swipe of his tongue over the tight T-shirt covering Marcus’ skin, and Nathan’s nausea ebbed. Marcus’ flavour calmed him, his scent
soothed Nathan.
“I almost wish I had Joshua Dobson here to tear apart, slowly,” Marcus growled, his big
body tensing. He’d bulked up again, almost as big as he had been before his own abduction
and torture at Joshua Dobson’s hands. Nathan clung to him and pushed away those
thoughts. Marcus had been nearly dead when Nathan had found him, but he wasn’t now. He
was strong, so strong, and healthy, and the leader of all the North American shifter packs. He
was the Alpha Anax of them, and no one who saw him would ever doubt his power. “I’m afraid Dobson did more to Harley than just hit him,” Nathan whispered. “I
wanted Harley to tell me, but I also didn’t. So maybe I didn’t press enough, and I should
have—”
“Stop.” Marcus tipped Nathan’s chin up. The feel of Marcus’ fingers against his throat,
his jaw, sent sparks of want to Nathan’s dick. “Don’t blame yourself. Harley said what he
wanted to, and pushing him would only have pissed him off. I think he’s a strong little shit,
and he has to deal with what happened in his own way.”
Considering that he and Harley weren’t too much different in height—they were both
on the short side—Nathan considered being miffed over the ‘little shit’ comment but didn’t
see the point. He didn’t want to argue with Marcus. He wanted something else, but they
probably didn’t have time for that.
“We can make time. Gabe and Mika, and their friends, can wait if we’re a few minutes
late.” Marcus slid a hand down to his ass and lifted Nathan to his toes with his strong grip. “I
need you in me.”
Nathan bit his lip as he rubbed against Marcus’ stiff rod. They were meeting Gabe and
Mika and two of their friends who were trying to find a couple of lost shifters in Europe. It
sounded like a mess, and possibly something to be concerned about since it was drawing
their friends in, but right now Nathan needed the release, both physical and mental, Marcus
was offering him. The strong tang of Marcus’ arousal told him Marcus needed it too. “Come here,” Nathan gritted out, taking control of the situation as his cock throbbed
painfully. He grabbed Marcus’ hand and spun out of Marcus’ hold, then with a few steps
had them at a bathroom door. They could have used Harley’s room, but that just seemed
wrong and Nathan didn’t want to think about Harley or the way he’d run, the scent of fear
thick in the air behind him. Nathan needed an escape from that. He opened the bathroom
door and pulled-pushed Marcus inside in front of him. “Get your jeans down past that sexy
ass. This is going to be fast and rough.” He needed his mind to melt, and Marcus would
make that happen and melt right along with him.
Instead of complying, Marcus shut the door and locked it. He leant back and with a
sexy little smirk pulling at his mouth, he