~Marcus's POV~
The sight before us was shocking. Our mate and some buff guy were busy making out furiously. Hands tangling in each others hair, both half naked. Liquor bottles were shattered on the hardwood floor dangerously close to the wall where the guy had Sin pressed up against. Sinclair moaned. If this was any other situation we'd be turned on beyond belief, but this only angered us.
"Sinclair?!? What the hell?!" I jumped in shock as Matthew's loud outburst. It was unexpected. He never yells.
The two jerk away from each other as a gasp erupted from both of them.
"Matthew!? Marcus!? What the- what? What are you two doing here?"
"We came by to give you your school work and found you here, whoring yourself off to this random fuckboy!" A round of gasps from us all filled the room. My inner animal raged.
How dare brother say that about our mate!! How dare he!
Red clouded my eyes as I lunged at him from behind, flipping him over so he landed on his back under me. I straddled him and pinned his hands above his head. Logically I knew it was just his hurt, anger and jealously that fueled that outburst, but my wolf was pissed. Despite the fact me and Matthew were mated, me and Sinclair's bond was unstable and the emotional bond was the strongest. His hurt made me want to destroy who ever spoke badly of him. Though Matt being my mate I of course wouldn't kill him.
"Take it back!" I swung and landed a punch across his jaw, guilt filled his eyes but anger overtook them. He struggled in my grip but I wasn't having any of that. I pressed harder on his wrists and raised my fist, about to throw another punch but he stopped me. Sinclair stopped me.
"Marcus..."His gentle touch on my shoulder blade almost made my body go limp it felt so good. I sighed slowly and progressively loosened my hold on my bother.
"Marcus, please get off Matthew." His voice was soft and I was unable to not do as he said. I looked down at Matthew as I got up and held me hand down to him so I could pull him up.
"I'm sorry, Matty." He shook his head.
"No, I'm sorry." He turned to Sin, not making eye contact, ashamed,"I'm sorry I said that Sinclair. I-I hold no claim over you." I winced when his voice broke on that sentence. It hurt to hear it. That's when I remembered the file.
"Hey, um, Sinclair, you think I could got use one of your bathrooms while we're here?" I knew that we planned for Matthew to go, but I wanted them to have a chance to talk alone.
"Uh, yeah, down that hall, three doors down on the, uh right." He pointed in the direction of the hall, hesitating on the word 'right'. As I left I sent a mean look to the buff dude, just cause. He glowered at me and for a second I stopped. I wanted so badly to hurt him, but I halted myself. It wouldn't be wise to hurt Sinclair's romantic intrest, no matter how much I wanted to.
I left, making sure Sin wasn't watching when I snatched up the backpack with the file in it.
I could hear them talking as I walked down the hall. When I was walking I realized I actually did have to pee so I went into the room he said to go into.
"Um...shit. Did he give me the wrong room?" I muttered. It was his room. And damn, he was messy and...girly. Not that I really should have expected anything different, but holy shit.
Pure white walls with a smatter of pink, purple, and yellow wall art. Posters of teen idols and pop singers covered other places. His bed was full size with a poofy lavender headboard and princess sheets and pillow. So many stuffed animals.
But what really shocked me was the clothes that littered the floor like a second carpet. I could barely tell that his rug was a bright fuchsia. Something that caught my eye though was the fact he had two dressers. One a silver color with purple, lime green, and pink stickers on it and the other a light brown with blue and red stickers. The silver one seemed scarily used and slightly dusty. Strange.
I stepped over the heaps of clothes and shoes, making sure to not step on his stuff.
We should clean this up for him.
I stood in front of the silver dresser and gnawed on my lower lip as I contemplated whether or not I should snoop.
Just do it! My wolf yelled at me.
Damn! Okay! I snapped back at him before I reached for the top drawer and slowly opened it. I looked.
I let out a loud groan when I finally comprehended what I saw. Lace. So much fucking lace. Silk panties and lacy panties. Oh shit, I think I see velvet. Oh hell. Then I see the bras. Oh shit, when he's planning to be female, he's going all the way.
I felt my pants tighten as I unwittingly began to imagine him wearing these.
Damn it, Marcus! Stop that! I'm trying to have a proper conversation with him and it's hard when I sense your arousel and can see those images you're imagining. I have a fucking raging boner right now and I so badly want to just fuck him so stop! I made a 'oops' face and immediately shut off the link that I forgot was open.
Closing the drawer quietly and backing out of the room carefully, I left and went to drop off the file before actually finding the bathroom and using it.
I retrace my steps from the other night and go to his office and place the file in the drawer it was in.
As I walked back into the living room I stopped halfway in the door way and gaped at what I saw.
Matthew and Sinclair were heavily making out. The lust that I was finally able to push away not to long ago came back with a vengeance. I was smelling both of theirs and watching them wrapped up in one another. I spoke after a few seconeds, my voice husky.
"So, I'm guessing you two talked it out?"
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