Chapter 80

Marcellus caught the dish cloth before it smacked him in the face, and his lips stretched into a slow smirk as he glanced between her and it.

“What are you waiting for?” She rolled her eyes, moving to stand between the both of them again as she feared that a physical altercation wasn’t completely off the table, not with how fast and loose Marcellus seemed to do things.

He merely chuckled in response as he opened up the dish towel and held it in front if him. An amused glint sparkled in his eyes as he eventually raised his head to glance at her, his lips twitching at the corners.

“I hate to break it to you, but there’s no way that is going to be big enough.” Just to prove his point further, Marcellus pressed the towel against his front and swivelled around to show them both that half his ass was still on show while his balls peaked from underneath the towel.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harvey scowled as he averted his gaze and squirmed uncomfortably on his feet. When he glanced at Anastasia with a questioning look on his face, she merely sighed and shrugged, equally as puzzled as to control this situation or rather; how to get rid of Marcellus.

Before Marcellus could respond, she shot him a strong, deadly glare before walking out of the living room and toward the downstairs bathroom where she knew she would be able to find a bigger towel; one which actually covered his entire ass and both of his balls.

When she heard the both of them continue arguing from the bathroom, she sighed at her wishful thinking.

“What’s wrong, rogue?” Marcellus sneered. “Never seen a pair of balls before?”

“Well, for starters, you can stop calling me a rogue because I’m definitely not a rogue and my name’s Harvey.”

“Well,” Marcellus began in a mocking tone. “I don’t care what your name is and you definitely smell like a rogue. Hence, that makes you a rogue. It’s simple logical thinking, really but it appears that you’re lacking in that department.”

“I only smell like a rogue because I’m not a pack wolf.” Harvey denied but it appeared that his words fell on deaf ears.

“If you’re not a pack wolf then you’re a rogue.”

“No, I’m a lone wolf.”

“Lone wolf, rogue, there’s no difference if you ask me.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not asking you then, is it?”

Anastasia groaned in frustration as she returned to the living room with a towel in hand, having been able to hear their childish back and forth from the downstairs bathroom. In order to shut him up before he responded with yet another remark, Anastasia threw the towel at her unfortunate mate, aiming low and at his cock which continued to salute her, still not the least bit ashamed. Not that he had anything to be ashamed about, especially with the impressive and size and girth of him; something which she had the pleasure of having experienced first-hand.

Pun intended.

“You sure you want me to cover up?” He smirked as he cocked a teasing brow in her direction, catching the towel before it made contact with his body

“Just cover your fucking cock, Marcellus!” Anastasia groaned in frustration as she threw her hands up in frustration but Marcellus, completely unfazed by her reaction, simply chuckled in response.

Thankfully this time, the towel was big enough and covered enough of him where neither Harvey or Anastasia had to converse with him naked anymore. Unfortunately, it appeared that Marcellus had a lot more to say.

“Now that we’ve got that issue dealt with, why don’t you tell me why you’re at my mate’s house?” He questioned, watching Harvey carefully and with a serious, hard expression on his face – much to Anastasia’s surprise as he had been playing the role of a clown for the past ten minutes.

“I find it hard to believe that you’re Ana’s mate.”

“I don’t care what you think.” Marcellus snorted and rolled his eyes before proceeding to cross his arms over his chest. “We’re mates and that’s a fact.”

“How about we let Anastasia confirm or deny that claim before we jump to conclusions, huh?”

Before Marcellus could protest – or blow a blood vessel – Anastasia was quick to jump back into the conversation, needing to take control before things got even more out of hand.

“We’re not mates.” She lied smoothly, making sure to avoid looking as Marcellus. However, it appeared she didn’t need to look at him to know he felt about her words. With the way his breath hitched in her throat and he growled loudly, his breath coming out more laboured, Anastasia knew that he didn’t appreciate the evident denial of the fact that they were indeed mates. “We just slept together once. That’s it.”

“And do you plan on sleeping with him again?”

“No.” She pursed her lips, trying to convince herself that this time, she wasn’t lying. “But I don’t see why that should matter to you, Harvey. Like I’ve mentioned many times before, I’m not looking to be anything more than friends with you.”

“Then why are you dressed like that?”

“Like what?” Anastasia frowned and her eyebrows furrowed together as she pushed her hair behind her ears and glanced down at her attire, unable to notice anything wrong or out of place.

“Like you’re going on a date.”

“The fuck? Are you trying to slut shame my mate right now?” Marcellus roared loudly; a deadly glare directed at Harvey who couldn’t help but take a step back in fear of being rebuked for such a remark. “She can wear whatever the fuck she wants and you can’t say a single thing about it.”

Despite the fact that she appeared him standing up for her when Harvey had clearly been out of order, allowing his anger and frustration to rule him, Anastasia chose not to comment on the matter and instead, the three of them fell into an uncomfortable silence.

Unable to handle it anymore, Marcellus sighed and rubbed a hand down the sharp slope of his jaw, his gaze turning tender and soft as he glanced down at her, wishing for nothing more than to pull her into his arms and press her against his body. Unfortunately, his behaviour had stripped him of such pleasures and instead, he had no choice but to address her from a distance, if only an arm’s length away.

“I know you’re angry at me, but please don’t put yourself in danger just to get back to me.”

Anastasia turned her head to face him with a perplexed expression on her face, his words having piqued an interest in her.

“What do you mean? I’m not putting myself in any danger.”