HARD LEAKING COCK

ASHER

I forced my tongue past his teeth, biting his lower lip until I tasted the copper tang of his blood, my inner wolf roaring like a rabid beast trapped in my skull.

Cameras flashed in a violent, blinding swarm, gasps and angry grumbles erupting down the administrative hallway as my mouth smashed back onto Marlowe’s. I didn't just kiss him—I mauled him. 

MATE. MATE. MATE. SINK YOUR FANGS IN. CLAIM HIM RIGHT HERE.

My wolf was losing its fucking mind, screaming at me to drag him to the floor, drive my claws into his hips, and brand him in front of every reporter in the quadrant and shove my dick wet and hard into his fucking ass hole, plow him tight. Milk honorary while he cum Handsfrew over and over .

Marlowe violently shoved his palms against my chest, breaking away so fast a thin, glistening string of spit connected our lips before snapping in the cold air.

“Really?” he muttered, his pitch-black gaze dropping straight down between us.

My cheeks burned with a sudden, violent heat—pure fucking humiliation. I was pitching a rock-hard, throbbing boner right in the middle of the hallway.

Me? Asher Varun? The future Lycan King? Pitching a pathetic, raging hard-on through my trousers from a single forced kiss with a wolfless rogue who hated my guts? Is this how low I’ve been reduced to by a late-bloomer who can't even feel the bond breaking my soul in half?

“Everyone clear out the grounds now!” a cold, curt order thundered through the corridor.

Theo, my father’s Beta, stomped toward us in heavy combat boots, a squad of royal guards aggressively dispersing the crowd of students and reporters like cattle.

“Your mother… she summoned you,” Theo stated, his dark eyes narrowing into predatory slits as he stopped right in front of me. 

“And you too, rogue.”

He let his cold gaze slink over to Marlowe, whose chest was heaving, his glasses sitting crooked on the bridge of his nose.

“I have things to do, so if I could just—” Marlowe started, stepping back toward his thrown backpack.

“Nothing is more important than a royal command from the Luna Queen! Move, both of you!” Theo barked, cutting him off instantly with an authoritative glare as he gestured toward the private executive lift.

Marlowe’s jaw ticked violently, but he didn't argue. He snatched his heavy backpack off the floor, slinging it over one shoulder, keeping his chin parallel to the ground as four hulking guards flanked him.

I forced my posture straight, my trousers straining painfully against my cock as I stepped alongside him into the narrow lift. The small space immediately flooded with his scent  until the air inside felt thick enough to choke on.

I leaned down, my lips hovering mere millimeters from his ear, my voice dropping to a raspy, lethal Alpha vibration that rattled his eardrums.

“Keep your mouth shut in front of her, Marlowe,” I growled low under my breath, my hands twitching at my sides, my claws itching to tear through my own palms.

 “If you speak out of line, I’ll lock you in my quarters and choke you out my cock in your throat  until you learn how to behave.”

Marlowe didn't flinch. He didn't even turn his head. He just cut his eyes toward me, a cold, mocking smirk pulling at the corner of his swollen, bitten lip.

“She’s looking for an excuse to replace you, Asher,” Marlowe whispered back, his voice smooth, calculated, and dripping with pure ice. 

“Don't project your pathetic family trauma onto me just because you can't keep your pants controlled around a scholarship case.”

My jaw clenched so hard my back teeth ground together, amber sparks flashing violently in my vision.

The lift doors hissed open into the private penthouse wing.

My mother, Luna Varun, was standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, her heavy winter coat draped over her shoulders, a crystal glass of whiskey clamped in her fingers. She didn't even turn around as our boots hit the marble floor.

“A faggot, Asher?” she spat out, her sharp voice cutting through the silence like broken glass as she turned, her dark eyes filled with absolute disgust. 

“An Alpha heir, the future King, bending over for another male? On live fucking television? You drag our bloodline through the gutter and choose to be a faggot in front of the entire quadrant just to save your pathetic ego?”

“Mother—” I started, my chest heaving, but she stormed forward before I could finish.

The slap echoed through the open suite, hard enough to snap my head violently to the side.

“Shut your mouth!” she thundered, her sharp nails leaving red gashes across my jaw. 

“You are a sick, disgusting embarrassment to your father’s throne! I should have had you drowned at birth!”

My head stayed tilted to the side, my jaw ticking as a low, pathetic whimper caught in my throat. I couldn't move. I couldn't roar back. The decades of her abuse had my inner wolf pinned to the floor, bleeding and broken.

Suddenly, Marlowe moved.

He didn't stay behind me. He stepped directly between us, his lean frame completely shielding my body from hers. He stood right in her face, his eyes pitch-black and burning with a terrifying, sadistic darkness.

“Touch him again, you pathetic old cunt,” Marlowe whispered, his voice dropping to a freezing, demonic frequency that made the royal guards behind us freeze in terror. 

“And I’ll rip those fake pearls right off your neck and shove them down your fucking throat.”

Luna Varun’s face paled, her jaw dropping in sheer disbelief as she took a sharp step back.

 “You dare speak to your Luna like—”

“I don't give a fuck about your title,” Marlowe cut her off, stepping into her personal space, towering over her with pure, unhinged venom. 

“He might be too broken by your bullshit to kill you, but I’m not. I will tear this entire pack  apart brick by fucking brick, and I’ll start by slitting your throat while you sleep.”

He turned around slowly, his dark eyes locking onto mine. He grabbed the front of my shirt in a tight fist, yanking my broad frame down until my face was inches from his.

“Move, Asher,” Marlowe commanded, his voice dark, possessive, and completely unhinged. 

“We’re leaving.” He dragged me out of the suite by my collar, forcing the future Alpha King to follow him like a leashed dog, leaving my mother standing alone in pure, suffocating horror.