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Dark Wolf Wanting	By : myladymystere Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 9297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: all copyrights of the Anita Blake novels belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books published by the Penguin Group. My fan fiction is for enjoyment purposed only and I receive no profit from my writing.

Author’s Note: sorry for the long wait, RL can be a bitch.

Beta Note: Ain’t that the truth. Part of the delay rests with me. Sorry.

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Dark Wolf Wanting
Chapter 8

Jamil ignored Jason’s griping and irritated muttering about having to shuffle along wrapped in a damp towel as they traversed the stone corridors. Jamil’s gaze was alert for any inquisitive wererats lingering in the halls wanting a peek at his new, nearly naked mate. Though most in the Pack were casual and relaxed about their nudity, the dark wolf was realizing he could be quite possessive about that of the smaller blonde’s. The Rodere were well trained in the art of survival and the corridors wisely remained clear.

His sharp, observant eyes ran over the newly hung door of Jason’s room. It had been left propped open. As they crossed the threshold his gaze was assessing as it roamed the room. Jamil noted with approval that someone had made a concentrated effort to rid the bedroom of other’s scents. A small fan blew energetically from the desk and the faint smell of fresh herbs lingered in the air. Jason’s hamper was overturned near the open bathroom door and his dirty laundry was spread in an attempt to re-permeate the room with the smaller male’s own scent. The mattress and box spring sat directly on the floor, but was neatly covered with fresh, clean sheets and he watched as his tired mate made a direct beeline for it.

Jamil closed the door firmly behind them and carefully dropped his weapons on the chair sitting next to the door. It looked as if it was positioned there just for that purpose. He slid out of his jacket and neatly folded it over the back and then swiftly stripped off his silk tee shirt to join it as he kicked off his loafers. While he partly disrobed, Jamil’s gaze searched the room for the small fridge that the blonde had mentioned earlier in the morning. Feeding his mate was his first priority before Jason fell into an exhausted nap, Jamil determinedly reminded himself.

As his gaze swung back towards the bed, Jamil grimly realized that his mate did not share his same goals. It appeared that neither sleep, nor food was foremost on Jason’s mind. The towel dropped carelessly on the floor, the sleekly muscled blonde was crouching on all fours with a small, easily guessed at tube clutched in one hand. Bright blue eyes gleamed at him over a lightly golden tanned, smooth shoulder. The smaller wolf deliberately shifted as he watched Jamil’s reaction, causing tantalizing bare buttocks to flex as muscled thighs parted further providing a tantalizing invitation to him to crawl between. Jamil sternly pulled his awaking cock and eager inner beast back under firm control. A warning growl echoed from Jamil’s chest in response to his mate’s teasing and he received a petulant glare from narrowed cobalt eyes as his answer.

A hesitant knock was an unwelcomed interruption in their unspeaking battle of wills. Jamil drew in the faint scent of Pack through the tightly closed door and he abruptly ordered his mate to cover himself. Those beautiful bare buttocks waggled tauntingly in response. Possessive desire washed through the Alpha and he swiftly strode to the bed. Jason had twirled to confront him but the smaller wolf was not sufficiently prepared for his action. With swift, deft moves, Jamil tightly wrapped Jason in the sheet, tucking the corner securely behind his back where the nimble fingers could not reach. Years of baby-sitting his smaller siblings and numerous rambunctious cousins served Jamil in good stead as his mate was immobilized and covered from neck to toes. The young blonde was not pleased and growls and curses followed him as he answered the door. Snarling his reply over his shoulder, Jamil viciously yanked opened the stout wooden panel and was greeted by huge, nervous, cornflower blue eyes.

A red and white cooler, as well as a pale vulnerable throat, was offered to him as Jamil heard a shrill, distressed whimper escape from the smaller werewolf cowering in abject submission in front of him. Jamil’s irritated growl immediately switched to a low comforting rumble as he accepted the pro-offered cooler, swiftly putting it aside on the floor. He drew the trembling young man into his arms and half carried him the short distance to the bed. He settled with the smaller werewolf in his lap and ran a soothing palm up and down the slender back as his other hand released a still wiggling Jason from his cotton prison. The blonde shoved the sheet to his waist and immediately scooted over until he was pressed against his friend’s back, adding his own reassurances to Jamil’s. Abruptly, Stephen began crying and Jamil gave Jason a helpless look as he cradled the smaller wolf closer to the hard warmth of his body. Jason returned the look briefly before burying his face in the long blonde hair and crooning comfort. Together, the three of them rocked, until Stephen finally calmed, the slender, muscled body relaxing against the more dominant wolves, allowing the encompassing sense of the Pack to soothe him.

A snuffling, hoarse voice whispered an apology. “I’m sorry guys, it’s just everything is so crazy with my Dad stalking us and I’m used to the Circus as being safe territory.”

“No, hush little one, I’m the one that’s sorry. I shouldn’t have answered the door that way,” rumbled Jamil as he continued to cradle the small blonde. Because of his position as Sköll, he didn’t often show this tender side of his nature to the members of the pack and Jamil sensed that Jason was intrigued at this side of his new mate. Stephen didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave the sanctuary of his and his mate’s embrace. Jason was licking the other blonde’s slender neck and Stephen snuggled closer. Feeling guilty, Jamil offered, “Someday Jason and I might actually leave here, did you want to come home with us?”

“Yeah, Stephen, I know you’re not sharing the apartment with Vivian anymore.” Jason agreed. At Jamil’s frown, his mate explained, “Stephen was afraid his presence would draw his father’s attention to Vivian…and she’s too submissive to stand up against him. The old fart perfected intimidation and bullying to a fine, perverse art.” Jason had a disgusted snarl on his face.

Jamil growled low in his chest, as Jason continued, “He’s been staying at the apartment his brother and Caleb share, but Caleb’s an ass at times.” Jason made a face, “Though he’s really wanting to pound on Daddy Dearest so I’ll give him a gold star for that.”

Stephen softly interrupted, “Jean-Claude’s been letting me stay here a lot. I’ve been bunking with Bryon when you’re gone.”

“Reaally…” Jason drawled, a sly look on his face, and Jamil was amused to see the other wolf blush at the implied innuendo. Jason suddenly looked serious, “But he doesn’t make you feel safe, does he?”

Stephen didn’t want to make eye contact. He gave a brief headshake. “No, he’s a great guy under all that British attitude and accent, but like Vivian he’s also hoping to find someone to protect him as well,” Stephen admitted reluctantly.

Jamil repeated his invitation. “Then you’re welcome to…”

“No!” Stephen’s voice was low but firm and the sleek body stiffened with new resolve in his arms. “It’s wonderful for you guys to offer but you two are going to need some alone time to work out things…and I don’t want to get in the way…literally.”

Jamil flushed as he remembered his surly demeanor when he opened the door to the younger man and didn’t blame Stephen for his hesitation. Jason had that stubborn look on his face that Jamil was becoming familiar with, but Stephen’s determination seemed to match it and his mind raced for a solution.

“You’re Pack and we look after our own, I’ll just call Shang-da.” Jamil announced, happy with this idea. The tall Asian man was somewhat reserved but would willingly shelter the small blonde. “His place has plenty of room.”

“I don’t want to put him out,” weakly protested Stephen, clearly unsure of his welcome with the imposing Hati, but willing to try.

Jamil didn’t hear conviction in that low tone and more importantly the slender body relaxed again against him. Jason’s satisfied expression convinced him as well that his decision to ask Shang-da was the right one.

With everyone calm and content, Jason investigated the cooler to find it stuffed full with hearty cold subway sandwiches, juice and cookies and uttered a happy yip. Jamil hadn’t noticed his duffle on the floor at the foot of the bed until Stephen pointed it out to him. It was the one from his car that had his spare clothes and Jamil was relieved because his suit was now a mass of wrinkles.

The two wolves happily ate on the bed in an improvised picnic; Stephen curled nearby as he tried to deflect Jason’s probing teasing questions about the British vampire. It wasn’t until Stephen announced, to Jamil’s delight, that Jason had been given the night off at work and also wasn’t expected to feed Jean-Claude that the mood changed from its light-hearted nature. Jason began frowning and protesting that it wasn’t necessary and scowled when Jamil agreed with and reinforced Stephen’s announcement. The blonde obviously did not appreciate being double-teamed and glared at the two other wolves.

“It’s settled, Jason, in fact, I plan on feeding Jean-Claude myself.” Jamil announced to the stunned disbelief of the smaller wolves.

Both sets of blue eyes grew huge and Jamil growled, “Unless Jean-Claude will object to the substitution.” He stated this in a tone of voice that suggested it would be a very bad idea on the part of the vampire in question. Both blonde heads swiftly shook in a negative motion and he was satisfied and settled back to eating.

Jason’s voice was low and husky as he asked, “Please tell me I can watch.”

Jamil shrugged, “We’ll need to talk to him anyways about the effects of the ardeur, so it’s logical you’ll be there. Besides, you can coach me.” He added teasingly as he looked into Jason’s hopeful face.

Jason’s blue gaze got heavy lidded and his distracted demeanor was apparent, Jamil had to remind him to continue eating. Stephen giggled and left, promising to call Jason soon, if for no other reason than to ‘get details’. Jamil frowned as the slender blonde exited, then turned back to his mate who was clearing the bed of their trash and the uneaten food. Jamil protested when the food was packed back into the cooler, wanting his mate to eat more, but Jason pushed down the sheet that was still wrapped around his slim waist and patted his flat belly, insisting he was full.

Those hands continued to push away the confining cotton and Jamil realized the sheet had hid a partial erection as Jason’s flushed, filling flesh was revealed. His hands clenching into fists as the other wolf crawled closer but Jason raised a hand to halt his words before he could voice any objections.

“Just listen for a minute before you go making decisions for both of us.” Jason asked and Jamil nodded silently. “It’s obvious that I’ve wanted you to fuck me, but not the current reasons.” Jamil frowned and cocked his head in an inquiring manner and encouraged, Jason eagerly continued.

“I don’t mind my room smelling of sex, the lingering odors of Nathaniel, Anita and Jean-Claude are fine, exciting even, but Richard’s scent in here is really bothering me. It doesn’t smell like my territory now.” Jamil nodded in agreement. The faint, permeating, musky scent of the Ulfric taunted his sensitive nose and he didn’t like it either.

“Secondly, despite your reassurances, and even with all that we have done, maybe because of my wolf, I don’t know,” Jason’s shoulders gave a brief shrug, “I feel as if you haven’t really and truly claimed me as your mate until you actually cover me.” At Jamil’s dark, brooding expression, Jason hurried on with his explanation, “And you want to feed Jean-Claude in my place because you’re curious and slightly jealous of that relationship. I fear that once you find out first hand how intimate and sexual it can be, your possessiveness will surface and I feel that it will be less severe if your beast has already mounted me.”

Said inner beast writhed deep inside Jamil with enthusiastic agreement while his mind fastened tenaciously on what his mate had just revealed. He’d instinctively latched on to the comment about the other male and sex, jealously flaring within him, Jamil ruefully admitted to himself.

“You said you never had sex with Jean-Claude,” Jamil said, trying extremely hard to keep the faint note of accusation from his tone.

“Let me clarify that,” replied Jason, a faint flush showing under his lightly tanned skin. His eyes were clear and direct as they firmly held with those of the larger Were. “Jean-Claude always makes the feeding enjoyable and more often than not, arousing. I usually wait until he leaves the room to bathe to jack off but not always. Sometimes, he asks to watch and rarely…he helps.”

“How nice of him,” said Jamil, unable to keep a low growl from his voice.

The cobalt blue eyes narrowed on him and Jamil sighed and worked doggedly to pull his jealousy under control as his mate continued.

“He protected me when no one else would, he is important to me, and you assured me you were already okay with this.” There was an answering growl of hurt and anger in Jason’s tone.

“I know…sorry,” Jamil muttered reluctantly.

Jason nodded to show he accepted Jamil’s apology and continued. “If he happens to come as well, then we both pretend to ignore it. Jean-Claude probably considers that I belong to him and could easily act just as possessively as you.”

Jamil’s inner wolf stirred at that observation. He hadn’t really considered that possibility even though he was aware of the closeness and long-term nature of Jason’s position. His beast was attracted to the ebony haired vampire but that could swiftly change if a threat or challenge was perceived involving the affections of their mate.

“I am the Pomme de Sang of the Master of the City and I like it and will not change how I act with Jean-Claude to appease you,” stated Jason firmly. “When faced with the reality of my relationship with him, your acceptance will be easier if you have already fucked me senseless.”

Jamil considered everything Jason had said and his own self-knowledge of his beast and Alpha possessiveness. Reluctantly, he inwardly agreed with his mate’s assessment but wasn’t ready to totally give in to him on this.

“But I’m not going to be watching the two of you tonight.” Jamil stated, frowning in confusion at the blonde.

Cobalt eyes raked over his reclining form as he sprawled on the bed. When they had started eating, Jamil had stripped off his trousers and was now clad only in skimpy briefs. For once he was very conscious of his near nudity as his mate’s gaze considered him, a definite gleam of possessiveness and pride showing.

“Jean-Claude will make this feeding sexual; he won’t be able to help himself.”

Jamil convinced himself that it was only his beast that preened at that confidant comment as he sinuously stretched under his mate’s intent regard. Jason slowly stalked him, crawling over to him on the bed. Jamil’s hungry gaze roved over him and his decision must have shown in his eyes. Jason’s mouth hovered for a brief moment and before his lips lowered to claim those of the alpha wolf, he whispered, “I’ve rested and will have another nap shortly. I’m fed, now I need you to fuck me. We both need it.”

Jamil’s fingers buried in the short, silky soft hair and tenderly they kissed letting the hot, demanding passion they both knew would rise wait while they leisurely and eagerly explored each other’s mouths. After long moments they parted and Jamil breathed his agreement against Jason’s kiss-swollen lips. “Yes, Jason.” There was no triumphant smirk or wiseass comment from his new lover, just another tender, undemanding kiss as slender fingers plucked at his suddenly too confining briefs. Not breaking the contact of their mouths, Jamil wiggled out of them and tossed his last article of clothing blindly away.

His hands moved to Jason’s slim hips and his palms curved around the sharp bones. Gently he guided the smaller man to straddle him as they had done before, but this time things were going to end differently. He made sure Jason settled on his waist as Jamil felt they still needed to clarify some issues before continuing any further.

He reluctantly removed his mouth from his mate’s and stressed to the other man, “We are doing this nice and slow.”

“Of course,” assured the blonde, his purring voice resembling a member of the Pard. “You are the expert.”

Jamil snorted at the smaller wolf’s sudden compliancy and agreeability now that it appeared that he was about to achieve his desire.

“I just want your first time to be perfect,” Jamil said in a low voice.

Jamil wasn’t sure if it was his tone or his expression that revealed too much. The smaller man reared back a bit, bracing his forearms on Jamil’s chest to peer intently in his face.

The blue eyes narrowed and the brow furrowed as Jason asked, “And your first time wasn’t?”

Jamil’s own dark gaze slid away, uncomfortable with his memories, but swung back at his mate’s horrified whisper of, “You weren’t…?”

“I’ve always topped,” Jamil corrected his lover’s guess with steel in his voice. At Jason’s still worried look, he sighed and continued. “It was just hurried, in the dark and more meaningless than I first thought.”

“Meaningless as in a ‘one night stand’ that you thought might be more…or?” Jason probed gently.

Jamil firmly reminded himself how much he adored his mate’s inquisitive nature as he decided on how much to reveal. Soft strokes on his jaw captured his attention.

“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to,” the blonde assured him. Jamil relief at this news was short lived as Jason blithely continued. “Just because I’m your mate doesn’t mean I automatically deserve imitate details of your past. We both still respect each others privacy and secrets.”

Neither Jamil nor his inner wolf liked the sound of that statement. They considered everything about Jason to be their business. He considered his old embarrassment against his possessiveness and was only mildly surprised when the possessiveness won the battle effortlessly.

“It was just that right afterwards I found out it was about a bet ‘cause I was the new transferred student. Should have known better, but I wasn’t used to slick New Yorkers yet.” Jamil admitted and felt a faint flush flood under his dark skin.

“Asshole,” Jason immediately declared and bent his lips to brush Jamil’s. After a long satisfying kiss, Jamil was thankful that his lover, aware of his obvious discomfort, decided to steer the conversation in another direction. A few moments later, Jamil ruefully decided his relief was to be short lived as Jason stopped kissing him and looked down at him, a gleam in his eyes.

“New York …City? Which Pack? ‘Cause weren’t you turned young?”

Jamil grinned as Jason almost wiggled with curiosity. “There’s only one true pack in New York, the rest are just gang-bangers and rabble.”

“You mean the Blood & Thunder Pack? The biggest in the country?” Jason’s voice had more than a hint of excitement at this discovery.

“Not as big as you think, the city is almost claustrophobic to many of our kind, though the Catskill Mountains were not too far away.” Jamil tried to keep his tone casual. As much as he wanted to share with his new mate, his secrets were too painful and would surface easily with astute questioning. He was afraid of his reaction if Jason asked why he had left. He was not ready to talk about that to anyone yet.

“But still …thousands,” said Jason with awe.

“And not one of them as special as you.” Jamil said huskily. His hands began to roam over the heated, smooth skin he had finally given himself permission to touch.

Jason’s face brightened and focused on Jamil’s as he heard his words and warm tone. “I’ve never been considered all that special before.”

Now, it was Jamil’s turn to look intently at his lover’s revealing expression before Jason lowered his head and their lips melded again. He silently admitted that the blonde was much better at distraction than himself as a nimble, bold tongue slipped in and daringly explored his mouth. His hard, searching hands joyfully rediscovered Jason’s smooth silky skin, sliding over firm curved buttocks to trail down taut thighs and stroke the slim, muscled calves that were tucked tightly against his own hips. His palms retraced their paths as Jason undulated over him trying to rub as much of their bared skin together as was possible. Unfortunately for Jamil’s self control, the blonde was very successful with this endeavor and he felt his body tightening with hungry need.

Jamil asked for the lube and Jason whimpered with frustration as his frantic fingers scrambled over the tangled sheets. Thankfully, it was a short search and soon the younger man eagerly flourished the small tube as he settled back into place. Jason carefully coated Jamil’s fingers with the slick fluid and leaned helpfully forward. The small peach nipples barely brushed Jamil’s heated skin in a tiny tantalizing caress. He feathered a slippery fingertip over the tight furl hidden deep between the smaller Were’s smooth buttocks. Teasingly he circled it before slipping the tip of a lubricated finger inside the tight ring of muscle. Jason lay flat on Jamil’s chest, panting lightly and concentrating all of his attention on the gentle invasion. Jamil buried his face in the soft, tousled blonde hair as his other hand made soothing circles low on the base of Jason’s spine.

As soon as he felt the tense body relax slightly, Jamil slowly eased his finger deeper into the tight virgin channel. Probing carefully, he sought that special spot that would change all of his new lover’s anxiety into aching need. Curling his finger, the tip grazed Jason’s hidden gland and a sharp moan of surprised pleasure and an uncontrollable shiver from the younger wolf was his reward. Repeated passes soon had the smaller man writhing and pleading for more. Withdrawing his finger earned him a disappointed grumble that changed to a delighted gasp as Jamil replaced it with two instead. He carefully began to scissor his fingers, pausing often to caress Jason’s prostate, as his mate frantically bit and licked his neck and shoulder with demanding need. Jason wiggled his fingers between their bodies so he could toy with Jamil’s nipples and the larger male growled his reaction into the short blonde hair. A sharp nip was his answer as the smaller man tried to impale himself harder and deeper on his long fingers.

When he removed them totally, Jason’s reaction was a cross between a frustrated snarl and a pleading whimper.

“Sit up,” he urged the passion-dazed younger man, “And put more lube in my palm.”

He patiently waited as Jason fumblingly responded and once the slickness was squeezed out for him Jamil snaked his hand low to coat his aching erection. The fluid felt cool on his heated skin and he moan in anticipation. He placed his palms on his mate’s slim hips and urged him up on his knees. In a low husky tone he directed Jason to brace himself with one hand on his chest while the blonde’s other hand guided Jamil’s hardness inside the waiting warmth.

The bright blue eyes widened above him as the blunt head of his cock breached Jason’s rear opening, stretching the younger male further. His firm hands lowered the smaller werewolf an inch or two then waited for the tense body to accustom itself and relax slightly around the hard column of flesh now embedded barely inside the tight channel. He grimaced with agonized pleasure at Jason’s experimental wiggle. Jamil held the smaller man still when it appeared Jason wanted to seat Jamil fully inside himself with one downward push. A warning growl and another wiggle was the response when his hands didn’t yield. Instead he allowed the blonde to lower slowly, inch by inch, and fervent panting soon replaced the growls. He intently watched the flushed face above him, noticing that with every downward increment Jason’s eyes grew more heavily lidded until only blue dazed slits remained visible.

He loved watching his mate’s face as his hardness was slowly enveloped in clenching warmth for their first time together. When the smaller man was sitting flush against him, Jamil’s entire length firmly hilted, Jason carefully eased forward so they could kiss. He slipped his tongue deep into the blonde’s mouth, mimicking their joined bodies. Jason’s fingers buried into his braids as the younger man’s tongue stroked and twined with his. As their mouths finally broke apart so they could breath, Jason shifted and sat up. A whimper escaped Jason and the smaller man began experimental wiggles while impaled on Jamil’s hardness. Jamil watched the bright blue eyes slide shut as his lover concentrated on his movements. When a fine tremble and moan began Jamil knew that Jason had found the perfect angle for his prostate and his dark hands tightened on his lover’s slim hips, forcing the smaller man to repeat that stroke.

Jason began gasping and braced his hands on Jamil’s muscled chest. Those taut thighs that could easily dance for hours now began to ride Jamil’s cock, the sleek form rising and falling in a steady pace. Jason arched his back and threw back his head while Jamil watched. He ignored the demands of his aching erection that wanted to desperately to erupt, instead concentrating his attention on his lover above him. A light sheen of sweat now glistened on the lightly tanned body and the peach nipples were erect with passion. They were too tempting and Jamil slid his palms up the panting torso so he could play with them, enjoying the sight of his darker hands on his lover’s paler skin.

Jason’s steady pace faltered, becoming more erratic as he was distracted by Jamil’s caresses. Bright blue eyes glared down at him and Jamil grinned in reply as he plucked and twisted the tender nubs. Jason’s clever fingers slid on his chest until they found his own nipples and enacted his revenge. Jamil bucked up under him in response and surprised a startled cry from his lover, his bright cobalt eyes widening before they glazed over again. Soon the two wolves were matching thrusts and growls as their bodies slammed together, the sound of slapping flesh filling the room.

His hands sliding down to firmly clasp Jason’s trim waist Jamil sat up. At the change of position Jason gave a keening moan and moved his hands to frantically grasp Jamil’s muscled shoulders. As much as Jamil enjoyed watching, beneath Jason’s swaying smooth scrotum, his darkened cock sliding in and out of the tight, clasping channel of his lover, he didn’t want Jason to become sore. It was time to wrestle some of the control back from his enthusiastic mate.

One of his arms circled around Jason’s working lean hips adding more force to the blonde’s downward strokes. The fingers of his free hand, still slick from earlier, grasped the flushed cock that had constantly been weeping a stream of clear pre cum onto his own belly. Working his hand between their bodies, Jamil began fisting the smooth column of flesh causing Jason to writhe on his cock. Jamil’s hungry mouth sough the curve of his mate’s neck and closed his teeth gently on a fading bite he had made earlier. He growled against the taut skin, worrying and making fresh his mark of possession.

His beast surged to the surface of Jamil’s skin and with a powerful thrust entered his mate’s body. Swiftly it found that Jason’s inner wolf had raced to meet it and together, they twined and twisted, until the two energies almost braided together into a single strand. A shrill howl echoed in Jamil’s ear and his fingers were covered in a warm splash. Jason’s cum covered his fingers as he gently milked the jerking, spurting cock, the blonde’s inner channel clenched around Jamil’s straining erection triggering his own explosive climax. His roar was muffled against Jason’s neck as Jamil felt his seed surge deep within his mate.

He held the quivering form of his lover close as shudders racked both of them as their beasts reluctantly parted and returned, settling back deep in their separate bodies. Jason’s arms encircled him and his head rested on Jamil’s shoulder as they slowly recovered from their overwhelming releases. Jamil ran soothing palms up and down Jason’s sleek back feeling shivers coursing over the smooth skin as the blonde’s beast settled. His laboring lungs drew deep the sensual scents of sweat and fresh semen. Carefully, Jamil lowered them back down to the bed and secretly enjoyed Jason’s disappointed moan as his softening shaft slipped from his mate’s slack body. He followed Jason’s sleepy directions and cleaned them with a towel that the blonde kept in his nightstand. Tossing it aside when he was through, Jamil gathered his mate close and spooned his larger body around Jason’s sated form.

He sighed with contentment and deep inside Jamil felt his beast silently echo the sound. He nuzzled the sweat darkened blonde hair and huskily asked after his mate’s wellness.

“Jason, are you okay?”

“Me and Wolfie are fucking fantastic and you were pretty great yourself,” was the drowsy reply. “You and Rin-Tin-Tin good too?”

“Oh…yeah,” was Jamil’s low rumbling answer. “You were right; we…all…needed that.”

“Told ya so,” was Jason’s soft, smart-ass retort before Jamil felt the smaller wolf fall into a deep sated sleep.

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