“Daryl,” Jason murmured, low and inviting, and Daryl was helpless to do anything but close the remaining sliver of distance between them and open his eyes.
Jason’s voice might be soft, but nothing else about him was. The hard body pressed against Daryl’s promised the kind of sex Daryl yearned for, as did the heated look in Jason’s eyes.
He was way beyond resisting this, beyond ignoring that Jason wasn’t something he wanted desperately in that moment. With his wolf stirring below the surface, Daryl kissed him.
It was both everything he imagined and nothing like he expected.
Soft lips met his.
Jason’s mouth had that full, inviting look to it, and it felt exactly like Daryl thought it would on the rare occasions he’d let his mind go there. But he wasn’t prepared to be grabbed roughly by the shoulders and backed up against the wall, Jason then fisting his hair with an almost painful grip and a low rumbling growl.
Fuck.
A lick of heat shot through him, toes curling in his boots as Jason pressed against him, taking charge of a kiss that Daryl had thought he was in control of. Jeans tight from his hard-on, he ground against Jason’s hips in search of an answering erection, moaning into Jason’s mouth when he found it.
Jason’s fingers tightened, pulling Daryl’s hair, and the spike of pain went straight to his dick.
This was how he liked to be kissed. How he longed to be manhandled, but looking like he did, acting how he did, he seldom got it.
And who would’ve thought Jason fucking Black could read him so easily?
He could pass it off as coincidence, maybe Jason was just in the mood for a little rough, but Daryl didn’t think so. Didn’t much care at that moment, as Jason tugged on his hair, tilting his head to one side, and scraped his fangs down the side of his throat.
Oh fuck.
The sting of teeth combined with the rolling pressure on his cock were a heady combination, and Daryl closed his eyes, letting himself feel, consequences be damned. “They said no shifting,” he whispered, voice gravelly.
Jason bit down hard, eliciting a hiss, then ran his tongue over the same spot. His huff of laughter made Daryl shiver. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
“Deal.” Daryl managed a grin before Jason’s hands found the front of his jeans—fingers tracing
the head of his cock—and he was back to biting his lip and moaning again.
I could come from just this if he carries on—
The buzzer on their door sounded, startling them both.
Daryl glanced over at the small screen beside the door—similar to the setup they had back home
—and sighed when he saw Rachel waiting outside.
Bollocks.
Maybe it was for the best.
With a sigh, he took a couple of steps back, disentangling himself from Jason and pushing down the sudden loss he felt at no longer being pressed against him.
Despite himself, he cast Jason a quick glance and immediately regretted it. Dark eyes stared back at him, kiss-reddened lips slightly parted, and a visible bulge in jeans had Daryl taking a step back towards him before he registered what he doing and stopped.
Rachel was outside.
They were here to unite their pack, not— He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down, to slow his racing heart. They weren’t here to fuck each other and possibly mess up the pack even more.
Jason didn’t say anything as Daryl turned away from him and walked over to the door. The room would smell of arousal, there was nothing he could do about that. Not that it would matter. Rachel wasn’t stupid. She’d take one look at them and know what had happened.
He opened the door wide to a smiling Rachel and sighed again as he watched her smile turn slowly into a smirk and her eyebrows rise. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yes,” Daryl muttered. Not bothering to deny anything. “But that’s probably for the best.” He stepped to one side. “Want to come in?”
