~Marcus's pov~
We woke up the next morning and to be totally honest, my ass and lower back was sore. Matty really did a number on me, but hell, I'd be ready in a second for him. It was bliss.
I opened my eyes and then noticed the messy strawberry-blond haired head of Matthew resting on my chest. I smiled softly and lightly shook him.
"Wakey, wakey. Time to get ready. We have to look sexy for our mate." I chuckled at his sleepy groan.
"Blehhh, liiife!" I pushed him off my chest and he thunked onto the floor. I laughed at his incoherent groaned words. I got up with the slightest wince and made my way to the en suit bathroom-naked, might I add.
"Asshole!!"
"Love you too, babe!"
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"First things first, we definitely have to apologize to him. Assumptions, right or wrong, should never be announced or confronted like that. It was a henous thing to do and we should have at least waited until us three were alone." I nodded. Matthew always seemed to be the smarter, more reasonable one out of the two of us. He's the smart strategic half of us. Though he's almost equally strong and fast, I could bet my life if for some reason I ever wanted or had to fight him, I would win. But of course that would never happen.
We got to school today extra early and were waiting for him to arive. Sitting on the front steps talking and planning out our apology. It was five minutes before the bell and he had yet to show. Matthew was pouting, muttering about how he was probably with that 'whore'. In the back of my mind I was thinking it too. We continued waiting and soon the bell rung. We both looked at one another with a frown and walked into the school, shoulders slumped.
Soon we got to class and we were to busy sulking to really talk to our friends. Randy was trying to cheer us up, unsuccessfully, might I add. We kept batting him away when he tried to hug us both at the same time for a 'group hug'. I swear, he's so gay.
Class began, the teacher taught. I was bored out of my mind. Matthew was repetedly poking my shoulder. He wasn't even doing it to get my attention, he just wanted to be a dick. It seems that sometimes he can be more my brother than mate and other times more mate than brother.
Our day so far was super crummy. Well, actually any day were a werewolf goes without his/her mate is a crummy day. With us it was times two though, considering there was three of us.
Second period came and went and we completely lost hope of him coming today. Then an idea hit.
"We're going to Sinclair's house after school. We're going to be giving him his homework for today." I sent Matthew a sly smile but then another thought occured. "We'll swing by home first to grab his file. Its best that we return it as soon as possible. The longer we wait, the more likely he is to figure it out." Matthew nodded along with me.
So as hour by hour goes at the end of each class we retreive Sinclair's class and homework. Later we got his work from first period and when the last bell rung, we jetted out, not bothering to shoot more than a quick 'bye' to our friends and pack mates. They seemed confused, but I'm sure they'll get over it.
We broke many traffic laws speeding to the packhouse and picking up the manila envelope. We did the same on the way to Sin's. Matthew put the papers in his backpack and decided that he'll ask to use the bathroom and put it back while I distract our mate.
"What if that girl is still there?" Matthew bit out the words harshly. I almost had to ask him to repet himself. It wasn't like him to be angry over something for a long period time. He was always the forgiving one and I though that the fact I was only momentarily pissed off about it would mean that he was long over it.
"Matty, what's wrong? We both know he didn't intentionally cheat on us. He doesn't even know that he's ours. I know it was upsetting to see him with her, but you have to put it aside. It happened and hopefully, if we have anything to do with it, it'll be over soon. Just try to imagine. Him wrapped between our arms, laying in bed with us with the after glow of love making on all of us." As I continued to speak my voice got husky and my hands tightened on the steering wheel. I gulped. I probably should stop, I'm working myself up.
"Fuck, Marcus. Don't talk like that. I know that if I get hard now I won't be able to go into Sinclair's house until you or I take care of it." He groaned and I was so tempted to stop the car and do just that, but I knew the task at hand was way more important that quinching our hunger. I nodded and sped up.
It only took five minutes to get there and we were both tense. The sounds of moaning was coming from the house. Matthew tried to get back in the car after we got out, but I latched my hand on his shoulder.
"You know, I thought you of all people would want to go uo there and bang on that door. Last time you wanted to run in there while they were having sex, wouldn't it be fun to interupt them?" I raised my eyebrow and smiled slightly. His eyes widened in realization. Before I had a chance to say more he threw my hand of him and speed walked his way up the grand set of steps that led to the front door. I followed behind him and he banged his hand on the door, but it didn't sound out like it should have. The door... was ajar.
We shared equally worried glances. Slowly he pushed the door open. We noticed a ransacked entrance. A mirror above a knocked over bookself was shattered and a vase was skattered in peices on the floor with trampled and stomped tulips fanned across the walkway. The moaning sound continued as did the trail of distruction as we went further into the house. So we came to the same room we found him and that girl in yesterday. The gaspes that escaped had no chance of being held in when we saw what we saw.
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