Victuals & Vehemence - Septiplier

Chapter Thirty Two

Mark joins Jack a few minutes later, done with his dinner. The alpha's scent has considerably lessened now that he's had a good meal and has said his piece. Jack continues to turn through pages, jotting down notes in his journal as he goes along. Mark sits down on the couch, close to Jack's seat in the chair, but a tentative distance away, testing the waters.

"Clearly, my speech inspired you," Mark hums dryly after seeing the title of the book. Jack huffs and slowly stands, moving over to the couch to curl up beside the alpha. He rests his head on Mark's shoulder but keeps his eyes on the book in his lap. Mark's hand slips behind Jack, wrapping around the omega's side and holding him close as he lets out a low, calming rumble. Jack takes slow deep breaths, desperately trying to keep his emotions in check. The kills match the book, in order, dating back for all five years he'd been working on this god-awful case.

"How old is this book?" he questions softly, tilting his head to look up at Mark with those deep blue eyes.

"This copy?" Mark asks with a frown, reaching forward to gently take the book. "Only a few months old. I gave my original copy to a friend about five years ago, but he went off the grid, so I finally got around to getting another copy," Mark divulges, thumbing through the pages to the last one, where the date of purchase is written, along with the store he bought it from. Jack nods lightly, leaning up to nuzzle beneath Mark's jawline, pressing a delicate kiss to the stubble-covered skin.

"Who's the friend?" he asked, gently pulling the book from Mark's grasp and setting it aside. He climbs into Mark's lap, straddling the alpha. Mark's hands rise to rest on the omega's hips, pupils dilating with lust.

"As much as I enjoy the action, this interrogation is not very covert," he drawls, quirking a brow at his mate.

"It's not supposed to be," Jack hums, beginning to unbutton the alpha's shirt.

"He's a good colleague of mine. We've worked several major surgeries together. He travels around like I do," Mark answers, hands sliding beneath Jack's shirt to trace over the dip of his waist.

"Oh? And he's off the grid right now?" Jack asks, pressing a kiss to Mark's chest as he pulls the shirt off the alpha's shoulders. Mark slips out of the shirt then stands, holding Jack all the while. The omega yelps and wraps his arms and legs around Mark, allowing the alpha to carry them upstairs to the bedroom.

"Yes, and he stopped writing letters a few years ago. Very disappointing," Mark murmurs as he lays Jack down on the bed, standing up over the omega and working on undoing his clothing.

"Who is he?" Jack asks, rolling his hips up as Mark slides his pants off. After the alpha finishes stripping them, he climbs onto the bed, hovering over Jack as he stares deep into the omega's eyes.

"Have you ever heard of Wade Barnes?" he asks before lowering his head to suck a mark into the sensitive skin of Jack's neck. The omega gasps, back arching at the sensation and heart racing at the information.

"I want to see your letters of correspondence," Jack says breathily, letting out a quiet moan. Mark begins to move downward, leaving a suggestive, arousing trail with his lips. Just before he reaches the spot that needs the most attention, he looks up, eyes playfully meeting Jack's.

"Yes sir," he teases, before pressing his lips to the underside of Jack's cock. The omega whimpers, thighs tensing at the soft brush of Mark's lips. Mark slowly trails up, pressing tender kisses over Jack's length as the omega lets out soft sighs and breathy moans. Just beneath the crown, the alpha stops, suckling softly. Jack keens, throwing his head back as his hand flies to grasp Mark's hair. He shifts uncomfortably, feeling his entrance becoming wet with slick and desperately wanting more. More of anything. More friction. More touch. More pressure.

"Beautiful for me," the alpha murmurs as he pulls away, knees pressing against Jack's thighs and spreading them further apart. Jack whimpers softly, rolling his hips to invite the alpha over him.

Mark croons, a low rumble of reassurance in his chest as he moves to hold himself up over the omega. He slowly presses in as he connects their lips—Jack sobs at the feeling of being filled. After so many years of torture, everything just feels right. He finally has the name of the man behind these monstrous crimes. Everything ties together perfectly. Just a few months ago, Barnes was in the same town as the posse. They even got his help with medical analysis on the victim. It's exact. Finally, yes. He'll be able to be at peace for a while, happy with his mate. At least until the next hard job.

Mark begins to thrust, and Jack's thoughts scatter like dandelion seeds in the wind, soft and fluttering as he drifts into oblivion. He moans into the heated kiss as the alpha fills him over and over again.

"Have you found your killer, darling?" Mark pants as he pulls away, beginning to thrust harder. Jack clings to Mark, nails digging into the alpha's back as he nods. Mark chuckles, and his large fangs glint in the low light.

"Glad to help," he hums, fucking into Jack. The omega cries out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his alpha finds that spot deep inside him that sends tremors down his spine.

"Yes, yes!" he sobs between rapid thrusts. It's so perfect. Everything is perfect. For the first time in years, the veil has been lifted. He sees the end in sight, and maybe, he'll get to settle down with Mark. Perhaps he can join the San Francisco police, and stop traveling all over the country. He can have Mark's pups, bear him children, live the quiet life, without a misogynistic asshole as his mate. Everything is so perfect, so right.

As Mark leans down and bites into the crook of Jack's neck, the omega cums, body alight with pleasure as he spasms and clenches on Mark's cock. Mark fucks Jack through his orgasm and then fills him, pressing his knot in and growling around the bite he has on Jack. The omega coos, nuzzling at Mark's hair as he trembles lightly. The alpha licks at the mark, savoring the taste of his mate's blood for a moment, reveling in the ownership they hold over each other.

"Am I wrong in supposing we have a manhunt on our hands?" the alpha asks lowly. Jack giggles weakly, tear streaks drying on his face as he pulls Mark up for a grateful, elated, relieved kiss.