79. You should jerk off.

"How did it go?" Balthazar leaned back in the chair, watching blood-covered, enraged Eros stomping into the office. Both men exchanged a simple nod instead of polite greetings. It had become challenging to talk to Eros without pissing him, or his beast off. Most of the time, Eros lashed out at people who asked too many questions. Ares, on the other hand, went hunting each time he was in a bad mood.

"How did what go?" Eros groaned, digging into the drawers where he had placed a couple of clothing sets for emergencies.

"The meeting with Alpha Alexander? You know, the one you planned to negotiate about territories and discuss the rogue questions? Does this ring any bell?" Balthazar spoke calmly; he seemed to be way too comfortable in his seat- the fact itself, pissing Eros off.

"How does it look? Would I get back home, covered in blood, if we had a fucking peaceful meeting? I don't think so; it was a fucking shit storm there," Eros spat back, pushing words through gritted teeth. It had been two weeks since Mary had left, she had called Balthazar the next day to announce she had got back to the kingdom. She had made sure that her friend was safe, and her help wasn’t necessary- the throne, on the other hand, needed Mary's diplomatic skills more than ever. Balthazar was planning to go back home within a month, as soon as Eros could get a grip of himself. The King to be needed to learn how to control his emotions without a Queen by his side.

"Zander came back while you were in that not-so-peaceful meeting of yours. He asked about you; I told him to get some rest and come back around this evening. Both of you should have some quality time together, maybe a glass of whiskey or two. He is your childhood friend, talk to him," Balthazar sighed, hoping that Eros would catch on to his words. That boy was going through way too much- seeing how Eros lost a mate, and a best friend was devastating to watch. Everyone knew that he was a genuinely lovely person, but the grief changed him into a monster. He needed all the support he could get right now without refusing the help and concern of those who truly cared about his well-being.

"Yeah, I'll talk to that bitch. After all, I'm pretty curious about why he decided to run away with his tail between his legs. Friend or not, sad or not- he still betrayed me by leaving like a fucking drama queen," Eros huffed. His best friend's absence didn't hurt him, but he left without a real reason, and that bothered Eros.

"Stop acting like that; this isn't you. Take a fucking shower, jerk off, and wait for your friend to come over," Balthazar laughed at his own bluntness.

"Excuse you? Did you just tell me that I should jerk off?" Eros raised an eyebrow, feeling rather amused about the situation.

"Yeah, I guess I did. Let out some steam. Do it. It's not like you'll lose a piece of yourself if you do. I do it whenever Mary leaves for business trips," Balthazar shrugged his shoulders. He could already see Eros, making faces, and complaining about the unnecessary amount of information. But what he actually did shocked the Lord.

"Alright, don't mind me then, as I demonstrate to you how this is done by real men," Eros tugged on his pants zipper, a mischievous grin on his lips.

"Ew, no, disgusting! You filthy boy, get out of here!" Balthazar screamed like a woman, covering his eyes, and rushing out of the office, leaving Eros laughing like a maniac.

"It isn't a bad idea, maybe I should," Eros whispered, shaking his head. He couldn't believe that he found the idea worthy of consideration, not to mention that he did like it. He locked the office door, just like he did whenever he took a shower. He kicked off his boots and left them near the closet, then headed into the bathroom. Slowly, he took off his blood-soaked shirt and dropped it on the floor, followed by his jeans. The wounds on his body had already started to heal, making Eros grin.
He took a look in the mirror, silently wondering when the last time was when his body hovered over Eve's naked form. Eros closed his eyes, taking a deep frustrated breath, an image of her curves invading his thoughts like a haunting ghost. He could imagine the taste of her lips, the delicate scent of her skin, and how she used to yell out his name whenever she came.
When Eros opened his eyes, the first thing which caught his attention was his erect member, peeking from his boxers. He groaned, wondering how good of an idea this was. Maybe it would help. Eros dropped the last piece of his clothing and got into the shower- the cold water washing over him as he relaxed his tense muscles. All but one. His cock was still troubling as a painful reminder that his mate wasn't around. Eros placed one hand on the tiled shower wall, supporting his weight against it and reached down, wrapping his fingers around the pulsing shaft. He bit his lip; the man never expected for his cock to become so sensitive after just a couple of weeks without sex. He moved his hand up, slowly stroking his cock, imagining how it felt whenever he filled Eve, how her pussy walls clenched around his swollen shaft whenever she came. A soft groan left his parted lips, his hand moving faster. He squeezed his fingers around his cock, imitating the feeling of how his mate felt under him.
The thought of filling Eve made his cock pulsate with need in his hand, without noticing how he had reached his high, Eros moaned out her name, his release splatting over the wall. He kept stroking his still erect member, leaning his forehead against the cold wall, breathing heavily.

"This isn't enough!" Ares suddenly growled.

"Well, this is awkward," Eros chuckled, suddenly being reminded that he was never actually alone.

"Tell me about it!'' The beast's sarcastic remark made him sound like he was rolling his eyes at Eros. "We need to find her; we can't keep jerking off for the rest of our life. It's stupid, you know- the images, in our mind, are so amazing. I can't wait for the moment when she will lay under our body. For the moment, when we can fuck her senseless and hold her for the rest of the night. I need her body, her presence, all of her," Ares kept ranting, sounding more desperate than angry. They had dropped the anger long ago, reminding themselves that Eve had a reason to leave the pack territory. Despite all the things they thought- she wasn't there for the throne and power. If she was, Eve would still be standing next to them.

"Thank you for reminding me that, asshole, I'm fucking hard again." Eros snarled, squeezing the rock-solid cock in his hand.

"Keep on jerking off, and your balls will fall off the next time you do it," Ares laughed, blocking Eros.

"Fucking cunt." Eros kept swearing, instinctively stroking his cock again. He had to bite his lower lip to keep the moans from escaping his lips. As he came, his mouth stayed half-open, a loud howl escaping him. Eros hissed, angry at himself, silently wondering if anyone had heard him.
"Of course, they did, stupid," he said to himself as he cut off the water and got out of the shower. "Let's hope that the howl sounded painful rather than one of a fucking orgasm." Eros tried to calm himself down.
He reached for a new set of boxers and tugged his still erect cock in, wondering if anyone would notice the massive bump in his jeans. As usual, he wore a simple, black V-neck and dark blue jeans. When he was done, Eros went back into the office, unlocked the door, and then sat down behind the desk.
Zander might come around any moment now, so Eros did his best to look calm and fake and that his posture was comfortable. In reality, he felt awful; his cock kept pulsing, not softening even for a moment. While he waited for his best friend's arrival, Eros tried to think about Zoey, she was an instant boner killer. All he had to do was to avoid any thoughts about Eve, especially sexual ones. A mission impossible. Lately, all he could think of was fucking Eve until she couldn't walk anymore, and after that even more. An excellent way to keep a mate from trying to escape again. When someone knocked on the office door, Eros groaned, inviting the visitor inside. Zander looked pretty bad- dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, and a broken man's facial expression.

"Eros, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking," he started, but Eros cut him off.

"Forget it, sit down, and let's talk. Everyone makes mistakes; we're not perfect. Tell me where you were and how did it go." Eros nodded towards the chair in front of him, Zander gladly sat down and smiled at his best friend.

"Here and there. Needed a little time to calm down and think. You know, what happened was, and still is, a pretty big shock for everyone, so I guess I just needed a restart." Zander smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Two days ago, I understood that it was quite stupid of me to leave your side when you needed a friend the most. So, I decided to come back home, grabbed the best bottle of whiskey I could find, and hoped that you wouldn't murder me," he laughed, reaching in the backpack Eros hadn’t noticed before. The man placed an expensive-looking bottle of whiskey on the table and smirked.


"Idiot, I wouldn't kill you. No wonder your mom always liked me more- you're not really bright," Eros laughed, reaching for two glasses.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway- how have you been? Any news?" Zander seemed to become uncomfortable; the man knew that he was trying to cross a dangerous territory.

"I'm coping, still not giving up, though. The news, no- there had been none; it feels as if she had hidden somewhere underground because this far, I haven't found even a single hint as to where Eve might be." Eros opened the bottle and poured some whiskey in glasses, handing one to his friend. They drank the alcohol and sat in silence, eyeing each other suspiciously. When Eros was about to refill their glasses, Zander spoke up again.

"Other than that? Aside from constant lookouts, killing, and any other bullshit you've been up to."

"Hard," Eros replied, his facial expression emotionless.

"What? What do you mean by hard?" Zander leaned closer to his friend, genuinely interested in what was going on. Instead of a reply, Eros grinned and looked down at his crotch.
Zander's eyes widened, he was making disgusted faces like kids use to do, making Eros laugh.

"I'm serious. It's been very, very hard," Eros put an extra emphasis on the word ‘hard’ teasing his friend.

"Okay, too much information there, red flags dude. Go and jerk off, or something, this is not a matter I would want to get involved in- like ever," Zander's cheeks became light red in embarrassment.

"Already did. Twice." Eros kept going on, laughing hysterically whenever his friend's eyes widened.

"You psycho! Shut it; I don't want to know anything about your hard-on, just shut it, for fucks' sake!" Zander covered his ears and yelled at Eros.

Eros was about to calm down his friend when an unfamiliar voice spoke up.

"It looks like I have disturbed something important happening here, guess this is not the right moment for my visit. Should I wait outside or come around another day?"