Closing his eyes, he revelled in the feeling of pack, of belonging. In the beginning, the Primrose Hill pack had been like this. But over the last few years, as Newell’s thirst for power grew, that sense of camaraderie had soured. Getting that back now was the best feeling in the world.
Impatient growling sounded up ahead, and Jason glanced over to see Daryl pacing, staring back at him.
Lip curling in an approximation of a grin as soon as he caught Jason looking, he turned and sped off again, Jason hot on his heels.
They ran and ran, circling back through the forest along the perimeter of their lodge, but neither one of them making a move to head back.
The night had been long, and their pace began to slow.
Daryl had let him get close a time or two but had always sped off at the last moment. Jason was quick, but Daryl had the edge where speed was concerned. The more they ran, the more desperate the need to catch him. Frustration made Jason skid into a low hanging branch, and he growled at the offending tree. Figuring tactics were needed, he took his chance when Daryl began to periodically check behind him and slow his pace to match Jason—rightly assuming he was tiring.
The opportunity was too good to pass up.
Jason let his tongue loll out, as though panting heavily, and slowed his pace a lot more than he needed to. He even feigned a slight limp for good measure.
Was that overkill?
Would Daryl see through him?
Jason watched, excitement building again as Daryl glanced back a couple of times, then began to slow down considerably.
Gotcha.
Waiting until the very last moment, Jason pushed off his back legs with all his strength, twigs and leaves scattered behind him as he charged towards a stunned-looking Daryl.
The split-second advantage made all the difference, and Jason caught him before Daryl had chance to get out of range. They tumbled over onto the ground, Jason coming out on top, and pinning Daryl underneath him.
He was tired of running and wouldn’t be able to hold Daryl in this position for long, so he shifted back, the pain a little sharper after being in wolf form for so many hours.
Meeting Daryl’s curious gaze, he whispered, “Change back.”
Not expecting him to do so immediately, Jason wasn’t prepared when Daryl’s wolf disappeared from underneath him, and he lost his balance, collapsing onto Daryl’s chest. His very bare chest, and
his very bare everything else.
Oh.
“I’m not sure I thought this through properly.”
Daryl quirked an eyebrow? “No?” His hands lay palm down on the ground and he made no move to touch Jason. “This wasn’t your plan all along?”
Trying very hard not to move or think about the fact that his naked cock was currently nestled alongside Daryl’s, Jason shook his head. “Believe it or not, it wasn’t. I’ve been chasing you for hours. I just wanted to bloody catch you.”
Daryl laughed. The action having the unfortunate effect of moving parts of him. Against parts of Jason.
So much for trying to ignore their predicament. Jason’s cock started to harden despite his best attempts to think of anything other than Daryl naked beneath him. “We should get back.” He went to get up, but Daryl’s hands shot to the small of his back, and he stopped him with a growl.
“I don’t want to. Not yet.” His expression remained unreadable, to Jason anyway. “Do you?” He trailed a clawed finger down the middle of Jason’s back, eliciting a shiver.
Jason inhaled sharply. “No, but—”
Daryl’s kiss took him completely by surprise, though he recovered quickly enough, returning it with equal enthusiasm. When they drew back for air, he met Daryl’s gaze, eyebrows scrunched together. “I thought you didn’t want to do this?” He almost kicked himself for bringing it up, but he didn’t want Daryl to regret this after the pull of the full moon left his system.
“I didn’t, but—” He closed his eyes for a moment, his hands tightened on Jason’s lower back, keeping him there.
“But?” Jason held his breath, fully aware of how hard they both were now. It took all his restraint not to grind his hips.
“I want you,”he murmured.
