Hated By The Alpha-Chapter 219: DRUNK?

​Leon’s breath hitched, the air around them suddenly thick with unspoken desires. Mark’s thumb, still resting on Leon’s cheek, began to trace the line of his jaw, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down Leon’s spine.

The casual intimacy of it was disarming, especially given the raw confession that had just passed Mark’s lips.

​"You talk gibberish..." Leon managed, his voice a low, rough murmur he barely recognised as his own.

He tried to project an air of nonchalance, but the tremor in his hand, still clamped over the evidence of his undeniable reaction, betrayed him.

​Mark’s eyes, dark and knowing, never left Leon’s, a slow, predatory smile playing on his lips. He leaned in closer, his scent—a subtle mix of something earthy and incredibly masculine—enveloping Leon.

"Oh, you have no idea, chef," Mark purred, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper that seemed to bypass Leon’s ears and go straight to his core.

"Imagine... a climax that leaves you breathless, shaking, desperate for more. A pleasure so intense it blurs the edges of reality." Mark’s gaze dropped pointedly to Leon’s hidden hand, and then back up, lingering on Leon’s flushed cheeks.

"And all of it," Mark continued, his voice barely audible, "because of you." He gently brushed his thumb over Leon’s bottom lip, a fleeting touch that felt like an electric current.

"Tell me, Leon," Mark challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief and a dangerous allure, "are you brave enough to make that kind of meal?"

​

Slowly, Leon subtly raised a hand to the table, grabbed his glass of wine, and still holding Mark’s charged gaze, brought the glass to his mouth and tilted it up to his lips, sipping all the contents into his mouth.

Mark watched, amused as Leon shut his eyes tightly, clenching his jaws as the alcohol ran down his throat in a strong, hot sensation.

"Damn it..." Leon tilted his head back and shook it, regretting his action.

"I’ll eat first," Leon muttered and pulled his plate closer.

He could feel the low hum in his head but he ignored it and focused on forking his meal into his mouth.

’Are you brave enough to make that kind of meal?’ Mark’s question rang in Leon’s head, causing him to adjust in the chair as he felt himself straining against his pants.

’What did Mark mean? Meal as in me?’ He glanced at Mark and returned his flushed face to his meal.

Mark chuckled, "Then, we’ll eat." He said, smiling knowingly as he resumed eating his food.

Leon secretly released a breath of relief as he sensed Mark’s gaze leave his body. All that time, he has been stuffing as hell, trying to appear calm and at the same time, managing the growing bulge in his pants.

Leon’ needed to numb himself from these feelings, he was already feeling his first glass start to kick in, but he wanted more.

He raised his head, scanning the table for the wine bottle. He gripped his fingers around his fork as he saw the bottle sitting by the side of Mark’s arm.

This meant he had to lean closer.

Taking a deep breath, and blinking a few times to clear his blurred vision, he leaned over and quickly grabbed the bottle.

"Whoa, whoa... hold on, pretty prince," Mark caught Leon’s hand that was already lifting and tilting the bottle toward his glass, "I think one glass is enough, baby... overdose." He spoke gently, taking the bottle out of Leon’s hand.

Leon frowned, "But I want more." He pouted.

"Nah... you’re already looking like you’ve got clouds under your feet. Eat, food is better," Mark patted Leon’s cheek and moved the bottle of wine away from him.

Leon huffed and picked up his fork again.

Mark couldn’t help chuckling. For the rest of the meal, he watched as the alcohol slowly intoxicated Leon, making his movements slow.

"I want to shower," Leon said and stood from the chair.

Mark instead stood, hurrying over to Leon, "I’ll support you -"

"No," Leon shoved Mark’s hand away, pointing to his face, "You, you said no sex, but you’re... bla bla bla, never mind," he waved his hands in front of him and walked off toward their room.

Mark followed, smiling at Leon’s cuteness.

He shook his head and went into the room.

"Holy fuck..." he muttered and immediately looked away from a shirtless Leon, whose pants had been pulled below his ass.

Mark shut his eyes as his wolf surfaced, its strong presence forcing him to take a step toward but he used his last restraint to stay rooted.

"Mark," Lein called as he walked to the glass bathroom.

"Yeah," Mark answered, keeping his eyes on his feet, raising them would lead him to commit atrocious actions that might cost his morphing relationship with Leon.

"Shower with me?" Leon called from under the shower, he had left the door open and the drapes shifted to the side.

"I’ll go clear the table," Mark cleared his throat and hurried out of the room.

After their charged banter in the dining, the scene he met in the room was a great test of his patience.

Those ass cheeks sure did look firm and bouncy as fuck.

"Quit it, Mr. Mark," he whispered to himself in a manner Leon would have said it.

After clearing the table, he had his shower in his guest room, contemplating spending the night there, too.

But he needed to hold Leon tonight. Last night, he had escaped from the room, leaving Leon alone. Even though Leon wouldn’t admit it, Mark knew that his mate missed him; he did, too.

So, tonight, it was wise for him to go to Leon, especially now that he’s drunk, naughty, yes, but still drunk.

Mark sighed and looked down between his legs, "Behave." He murmured and slowly left the guest room.

Before he entered his room, he stood in front of his door and took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally for whatever he was about to face.

Slowly, he pushed in his door, peering his head in.

Silence. Darkness. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The darkness wasn’t his problem, he could easily see Leon’s shirtless figure lying curled up on the bed. He frowned when he noticed that Leon’s body was slightly shivering.

He quietly walked over to the bed and climbed onto his side, slowly sliding over Leon.

He gently placed his hand on Leon’s shoulder, feeling how cold his body was. Leaning forward, he pulled the sheets up to Leon’s chin, making sure he was properly covered.

"Goodnight, Leon," Mark whispered and lowered his nose to Leon’s slightly wet hair, inhaling deeply, "No wonder you’re cold... your hair is wet." He placed a feather-light kiss on Leon’s forehead and slid back to his side of the bed.

Leon furrowed his brows the moment his source of warmth was taken away. He could feel the sheets over his body but he craved another kind of warmth; the kind that comforted, assured, and secured.

He wanted to be in Mark’s arms.

A low groan slipped through Leon’s lips as he slightly opened his eyes, squinting them as his head ached strongly.

Ignoring the headache, he turned to his side and saw Mark lying with his hand behind his head as he faced the ceiling.

"Babe..." Leon’s soft, quiet voice pierced through the silence in the room.

Instantly, Mark’s foggy brain cleared, he was almost falling asleep, but Leon’s soft voice and his choice of name immediately zapped his brain awake.

He opened his eyes and turned his head to Leon. He saw Leon now lying on his side, staring at him with those doe eyes.

"Need something, baby?" Mark asked tenderly.

Leon nodded, "Can I come? To you?" His voice sounded unsure and guarded.

Mark smiled, "Aww, of course, love. Come here." He said and slid closer, meeting Leon in the middle of the bed.

Leon sighed and he moved his body in, fixing his head on Mark’s arm, close to his head. He cuddled his body so close to Mark’s, another sigh leaving his lips as he felt Mark’s arm pulling him closer.

"Babe?" Leon whispered against Mark’s throat.

Mark gulped hard, once again, those feelings he struggled to suppress were back with more force.

Leon calling him Babe in the middle of the night and with that kind of voice... he was powerless over it, he couldn’t fight.

"Yes, baby. I’m here," Mark whispered.

"Do I smell nice, Babe?" Leon asked.

Mark smiled, buried his face in Leon’s hair, and inhaled deeply, "You have no idea how delicious your scent is, sweetheart." He whispered.

Leon chuckled lowly, "Delicious? Would you eat me then? I want to be that meal for you," His hand moved between them, sneaking inside Mark’s shirt and sprawling over his abs.

Mark froze, his brain short-circuiting for a few seconds.

"Leave me alone," Leon said as he sensed Mark’s hand was about to take out his hand from inside the shirt.

Mark sighed, "You’re drunk, Leon, you don’t know what you’re doing. You’ll chop off my head in the morning." He reasoned, trying his best to stay still as Leon’s fingers danced above his waistband.

’Seems like the voice was winning,’ Leon thought.

"I’m not drunk," Leon slid his middle finger inside Mark’s waistband, leaving it there.

Mark shivered, "Oh God..." he murmured and cleared his throat.

"You have zero tolerance for alcohol, Leon. You’d probably not remember where you slept off in the morning," Mark said, touching Leon’s face.

Leon smiled, "Well, yes, I’m drunk, but I got drunk on purpose. I..." he paused and kissed Mark’s throat.

"I got drunk on purpose, Mark. I decided to be in your office. Wanna know?" Leon whispered, sliding his hand deeper into Mark’s pants but not touching him yet.

Mark was breathing hard now, his eyes swirling with primal hunger, "What did you decide, Leon?" His voice was the lowest growl Leon had ever heard.

"I want you... to make love to me," Leon spoke, raising his face to Mark’s and leaning in so their breaths mingled.

Mark’s breath hitched in his throat as Leon’s fingers finally wrapped around him inside his pants, the jolt of tingling it sent through his body, his heart was pounding crazily as Leon’s hand, with just the right pressure, started to stroke him.

"Leon..." Mark rasped.

"I want to be your meal, Mark... If you want me to stay, you have to show me how good you can make me feel," he whispered, staring at Mark’s face.

Mark inhaled deeply, he gently grabbed Leon’s chin, "You know, you’ve gotten me to the point I can’t say no. Are you sure you -"

Leon’s lips crashed on Mark’s, silencing him with a rushed hunger.