Jason leant against the wall, heat racing through his veins at the hungry look on Daryl’s face. He almost pinched himself to check this was real.
Licking his lips, Daryl wrapped a hand around the base of Jason’s cock—claws now sheathed—
and Jason sucked in a breath, anticipation killing him as he waited for Daryl’s next move.
Teasingly slow, Daryl rubbed the head of Jason’s cock over his bottom lip, tongue darting out to taste. “Mmmm.” He licked him a few times more before slowly opening his mouth and sucking him deep.
Wet heat enveloped Jason from root to tip.
So good.
His wolf stirred, eager to take what Daryl was offering, and his hands curled into fists with the effort to not grab his hair and thrust deeper every time Daryl pulled back.
“Daryl.” Jason half sighed his name, lost to the heady rhythm of Daryl’s mouth sliding up and
down. He forced himself to concentrate. “I’m not gonna last. Better get up here soon, or we’ll be waiting for round two.”
Sitting back on his knees, Daryl wiped his mouth, then stood slowly. “I don’t want to wait.”
The words sparked a hint of worry, and Jason put a hand on Daryl’s chest as he moved in close.
“Stop.”
“What for?” Daryl frowned. “I thought you wanted this too?”
“I do, I do,” he added quickly. “I just need to make sure this isn’t some knee-jerk reaction to Tom attacking me.”
“It’s not.” Daryl shook his head. “I swear.”
“You sure? Because—”
Daryl’s fingers shushed him. “I’m sure. I’d already changed my mind before Alec called me.”
He offered Jason a wry smile. “Which you would know if you’d let me explain earlier. But no, you wanted to get straight to the sex and the biting.” He leaned in, replacing his fingers with his mouth for a soft kiss. “I want you.” He kissed him again, then looked him straight in the eye, expression open and serious. “Now. And always.”
That was all Jason needed to hear. “Get naked.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jason ripped Daryl’s T-shirt down the middle and reached for the button on his jeans. “Come on.”
“These are my favourite pair,” Daryl muttered between kisses.
“So I shouldn’t do this?” Jason gripped the waistband with both hands and tore them open.
“Fair’s fair, I guess.” Daryl’s soft laughter turned into a growl as Jason palmed his cock through his boxers. When Jason removed those too, Daryl grabbed his shoulders and slammed him back against the wall, following it up with a bruising kiss.
The scent of arousal clung to them, every inhale going straight to Daryl’s cock. He ached with the need for Jason to touch him again, this time skin on skin. “Who’s first?” he whispered, rolling his hips and eliciting a groan from Jason.
“Reckon we can do it at the same time?” Jason grabbed Daryl’s jaw, tilting his head to one side.
The next moment fangs scraped across his skin. “Want you to come when I do.” He worked a hand between them, wrapping his fingers around both their lengths.
His touch ignited a heat deep in Daryl’s belly. It crept up his spine, setting his blood on fire with each stroke. Daryl let his head fall back, fangs sliding out.
Could they do it together? Daryl knew the mechanics of completing a bond, but generally no one talked about the details. “Here?” he asked, voice breaking into a moan as Jason tightened his hold.
“I’m not planning on moving.” Jason dragged his thumb over the head of Daryl’s cock. “You?”
