I want you too.
But he didn’t say that. One of them needed to keep a clear head. Or try to. “What if we kick-off the bond process, you know that’s always a possibility.”
“I’ve been thinking about that.”
“And?”
“Rachel and Sara knew from the moment they met. Nathan bit Jared, Cam and Gareth’s happened after they kissed—albeit slowly, and Mark and Alec fucked. None of the first three have happened to us, so it’s got to be the last one. If we don’t fuck each other, then we should be okay?”
The thought of sex with Daryl had Jason’s heart racing, and he gave in to the urge and rolled his hips a little before regaining control. “I’m not sure you can narrow it down like that.”
Daryl gripped him tighter, pressing them together and scraping his teeth down the column of Jason’s throat.
Jason couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t be the voice of reason with Daryl wrapped around him like that.
“If we don’t fuck,” Daryl repeated, voice soft, then flipped them over so quickly that Jason gasped. “If we just do this . . .” He rolled his hips again and again, his hard cock pressing against Jason’s, making his fingers dig into Daryl’s shoulders. “Or this . . .” Wriggling a hand between them, Daryl wrapped his fingers around both their lengths, thumb teasing the head of Jason’s cock. “Then we don’t have anything to worry about.” Teeth grazed Jason’s neck, too sharp to be human, and the sting made his head swim. “What do you say?” They pressed harder and Jason writhed underneath
him. “Do you want to do this?”
He should say no. Orgasms and feelings were the likely trigger for Mark and Alec; the fact they fucked was probably incidental.
They were playing with fire.
Whether it was the moon’s effect or his own inability to do the sensible thing when faced with a naked and willing Daryl, Jason didn’t know. But he wouldn’t tell him no, couldn’t, and didn’t fucking want to.
To hell with the consequences.
“Yes.” He slid his fingers into Daryl’s hair, tugging him into another filthy kiss. Flicking his tongue over Daryl’s fangs to hear him moan, Jason forced himself to pull back. “I want this. Want you.”
Hearing the words he’d obviously been waiting for, Daryl ducked his head, nose buried in the crook of Jason’s neck, and he began to stroke them both in earnest. “Smell so good,” he muttered into Jason’s skin. Hot breath made the hairs stand on end. When he bit down hard, teeth sinking into Jason’s shoulder, Jason arched up, thrusting into Daryl’s fist as a sharp spike of pleasure-pain washed through him. He felt it in the pit of his belly to the tips of his fingers, and he clung to Daryl, claws sliding out and scraping over his back.
The low rumbling growl told him how much Daryl liked it, and he did it again, tracing patterns over the smooth expanse of skin.
Daryl worked them to the brink of orgasm, holding them there for one exquisite moment before he growled again and his strong, capable hands took them both tumbling over the edge.
He clung to Daryl as the aftershocks made his body tremble, relieved to feel the squeeze Daryl gave him in return.
Come pooled on Jason’s belly and chest.
Both his and Daryl’s.
He had about a second to wonder what to do about that before Daryl propped himself up on one elbow and reached out to trace a finger through the mess.
Jason eyed him warily. “If you do that, everyone will know.”
“We just came all over each other.” He gestured to his stomach—not as messy as Jason’s but still displaying the evidence of what they’d done. “They’re gonna know anyway.”
“If we’re quick, a shower might fix that.” Jason persisted. They didn’t have to make it overly obvious.
Daryl shrugged a shoulder and carried on smearing it around, into Jason’s skin. “I don’t want to be quick.” He bent his head and teased Jason’s right nipple with the tip of his tongue, then licked at the mess before coming up to claim another kiss.
Jason groaned as he tasted the two of them together, his wolf preening.
This was so, so dangerous.
He expected to feel something happen inside him, something to suggest they’d triggered the bond process . . . but nothing had changed.
Instead of the relief he should’ve felt, crushing disappointment caused an ache in his chest, tucked up behind his ribs where another feeling should be.
