(How are we already almost at chapter 30 >.> I wanna switch off the PoV to brown wolf at some point so this one might end soon and be taken over by the new lead. We shall see.)

It doesn't hurt... 

The gentle rhythm of a cool hand rubbing up and down his bare back slowly pulled Marquise out of his dreams. He allowed the hand to continue for several minutes until it began to go farther south, making his eyes jerk open as he tilted his head up to glare at a contently smiling Vrasje. 

He was about to ask the man where he thought his hand was going, but then caught himself and settled down again. 

You know exactly where your hand is going. 

A faint chuckle vibrated the body beneath him as the arm holding him tightened slightly and the hand that had been heading south settled comfortably on his bare backside. 

"I do, love. Are you being shy? Even after we had such a lovely evening together?" Vrasje asked, the inflection in his words making Marquise's face burn. 

So embarrassing...

He was just slipping into a bit of depression as he thought back on how poorly he'd done with his first time mating when he felt a kiss press against the edge of his ear. 

"Mistakes were made. It happens, love. I still enjoyed our time together and I hope that you will grace my bed with your presence more often from here on out," Vrasje said as he gently guided Marquise to roll onto his back on top of him. 

He was about to ask the man what he was trying to do when Marquise's mind immediately dissolved into mush. 

Belly rub....

He instinctively stretched out on top of him as Vrasje's hand blurred up and down against his belly so quickly that it felt like his entire body was being rubbed at the same time! 

Heaven. 

He didn't even mind when he felt a damp tongue lick at his right ear, then sharp fangs begin to nibble there. 

Marquise enjoyed the attention so much that he didn't even realize everything else the man was doing until he felt his body suddenly heating up, then a firm hand squeeze him just the right amount for him to arch his back and moan as he released. 

U-uh... 

That had gone a completely different direction than it normally did. 

"Is it not okay, love? Would you like more time to get used to such attention?" Vrasje murmured near his ear as he returned his clean hand to settle against Marquise's belly and gently rub his thumb over his hot skin. 

Marquise struggled to find words. He was just a bit taken aback by how quickly that situation had escalated to being sexual. As a werewolf, physical attention was pretty common. At least, amongst his pack. He hadn't really gotten much over the past few years considering how he'd had to hide his wolf the entire time, but his point was that wolves didn't normally turn physical attention sexual. 

The faint motion of Vrasje making himself breathe caught his attention and began to calm him down as he closed his eyes and followed the faint rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. 

They were soon breathing in unison and Marquise's flitting anxiety had dissipated. 

He slowly began to roll over and noticed something pressing against his lower back as he turned, making him carefully scoot off and to the side before looking back down at Vrasje's stiff length. 

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I was lying on him while he was...

His face hurt with how hard he was blushing. 

"Shall we get ready to eat? I am sure our new wolfish friend will be wanting our attention soon," Vrasje said as he sat up. 

Marquise watched him, feeling a strange acidic sensation in the pit of his stomach begin to bubble up as the man spoke. By the time he was scooting to the edge of the bed Marquise was very unhappy, but he didn't understand why. 

He was evidently so caught up in his thoughts that he jumped a little when Vrasje reached over and pressed a hand to his cheek, turning his head so that they were able to lock eyes. 

"Love? What's wr—!"

Marquise felt Garlic and Pepper pushing him to act, but he couldn't deny that his actions were also largely his own decision. 

He hadn't hesitated to pin his vampire back down on their bed and move on top of him with a low growl vibrating up from within his chest. 

Vrasje raised a brow at his abrupt actions, but then smiled calmly. 

"Sweet one, are you jealous?" he asked as he brought his hands up to gently grasp Marquise's bare waist, no longer minding that one was still a bit dirty. 

Marquise quickly looked away even as his growing claws dug into the man's shoulders almost enough to make him bleed. 

He'd never liked the look of jealousy on others. To him it was a useless emotion spurred on by insecurity in oneself. 

Oh how the mighty have fallen. 

A hand against the side of his face snapped him out of his self-deprecating thought quickly. 

"You are still mighty, love. In fact, I believe you are far stronger than you were in the past. You have gone through so much recently, and come out on top and with two beautiful wolves to call your own," Vrasje said, making Marquise calm down as he moved to straddle the man's waist instead of looming over him. 

"And I am very content with you being jealous over me, love. If anyone dared to sniff after you I would gladly bear my fangs in warning of what I hope is now considered mine, too," Vrasje added, making Marquise furrow his brow slightly. 

His? 

He never thought that he'd like the idea of being below anyone, especially while he was an active alpha, but to be considered belonging to such an impressive elder vampire... he wasn't completely against the idea. 

"You are thinking far too hard, love. Things will fall into place as they should. To put your mind at ease, however, I will say that I have no interest in that other wolf, at all. I belong only to you. My association with him is strictly professional. You are the only one I want in my bed and in my heart." 

Marquise made a face at that last line, making Vrasje crack a grin before the man laughed outright. 

"Alright, alright, that was bad, but I believe that I have gotten my point across? I only want you, and I will only ever want you. Now then, shall we get ready for our day now that that is settled?" he asked with a reassuring smile as he tilted his head against the blankets. 

Marquise seemed to consider his words, but then glanced out the windows for a moment before returning his attention to the vampire beneath him. 

"I have something better in mind," he eventually said, turning Vrasje's smile into a confused frown. 

Instead of waiting for the man to question him, Marquise reached over and opened the drawer with the glass jars of cold, thick liquid. 

Before he could get his newly-lathered fingers into his backside, however, Vrasje grabbed his wrist with a displeased look on his face. 

"I just finished healing you," he said sternly, clearly not happy with Marquise's sudden choice of activities. 

Marquise, on the other hand, wasn't worried in the least. 

"I'll take it easy this time. I learned my lesson," he said, not making Vrasje's uncomfortable expression any more favorable. 

Marquise pursed his lips as he pressed his free hand against the man's bare skin. 

Hang on... Garlic? Lend me an ear real quick. 

Well, ears. 

The guy could never say no to Garlic, so maybe...

Marquise was glad to know that he could still partially transform as two fuzzy, sandy brown wolf ears appeared within his messy black hair and wiggled a little as they finished forming. 

There was no denying the affect they had on Vrasje. The man was immediately engrossed in his little additions and within seconds was leaning up on one elbow and reaching forward to gently grasp one of them between his fingers. 

"These..." 

Marquise's smile turned into a knowing smirk as he leaned forward, sealing their mouths together. 

They kissed for quite some time as Marquise slid his wrist free of Vrasje's loosened grip to slip between his legs. The moment he grabbed the man's length he heard his vampire groan in response. 

Their second try at intercourse went quite a bit smoother, and much to his own surprise, Marquise found himself rather enjoying being underneath his lover. He also got a bit carried away with his biting and ended up getting flicked on the nose more than a few times as a reprimand... not that it did much to deter him, though. 

He'd let Garlic come a bit too close to controlling him, and then Pepper decided to step in, too. The result was a myriad of marks all along Vrasje's upper body. 

Well, at least no one will question that he's taken... 

"No one would question it, anyways," Vrasje sighed as he finally rolled off of him with a tired huff. 

Marquise was definitely aching between his legs, but it was thankfully much more manageable than his previous failed attempt. They'd also just gone three rounds, too. 

That liquid might have been pretty cold, but it definitely helped. Going slower was also a good idea, too. Maybe we can do a little more l—his thoughts were interrupted as he was tugged against Vrasje's chest. 

"Calm that sweet mind of yours, love. You need to rest. I postponed our meeting with the other wolf until tomorrow, but we can't do that again. Sleep now," Vrasje said, making Marquise pout a little before snuggling in. 

He wanted to keep going, but he understood that there were limits. His body was still recovering, and some of it would likely never fully manage that. It was wise to not overdo things. 

He was also a little hungry, but he'd fed from Vrasje during several of his reprimanded nibbles, so he would be fine for a while. 

"Hey Jey?" he mumbled quietly, already feeling his body relaxing. 

The arms around him tightened slightly in response to his words. 

"If anyone asks, I'm the top, okay?" 

There was silence for a moment before he felt Vrasje begin to chuckle quietly. 

"I will surely tell them that if they ask, but I don't think that they will believe me. You tend to limp a lot, love." 

He... wasn't wrong. 

With a quiet exhale, Marquise snuggled in a bit more, dismissing their little conversation as he closed his eyes to rest a bit. He wasn't too interested in sleeping, but it didn't take him long at all before he was snoring quietly against his vampire.