Marc wasn't stupid. He knew his buddies and Thea fucked while he ran errands with Jaxon. It kind of pissed him off. Why couldn't I have been second? Hell, forget second, why couldn't I be first?
Just as attracted to Thea as his friends, his wolf just as eager to mark and claim, why was he forced to wait? I should have done or said something. Fighting, though, would have frightened her, so despite his disgruntlement, he went along. But he didn't like it. Especially not once he saw the soft looks and sated glow surrounding the three of them. As for the smell of sex, it still permeated the room, despite the fact that they'd showered.
Not showing his annoyance-and, yes, his hurt, dammit-proved hard as he spilled his purchases on the bed. A part of him wanted to yell. Hit something. Or, even better, fuck her until he could also wear the same stupid look of satisfaction. He did nothing, knowing any of those actions would get his ass kicked six ways from Sunday.