Page 29 of The Werewolf's Deputy
Jonah didn’t have a chance to ask before Emmett’s tongue wrapped around his cock and stroked. Jonah hadn’t realized he could do that and his hands shot out to grab onto the roll over handle above him as his head dropped back on a shout. Emmett didn’t stick with that, oh no, that would be too simple. He seemed determined to follow through on his promise. He licked and sucked, swallowing all of him effortlessly thanks to the snout thing, never sticking to one pattern for too longbefore moving on, leaving Jonah entirely unable to anticipate what might come next. He hollered and moaned, helpless to do anything but watch as Emmett sucked hard enough to make Jonah’s back arch.
“Shitshitshitshitshit!”
The threat of teeth somehow only added to the excitement, and Jonah watched in panting fascination as Emmett tongued at his balls, already tight against his body and threatening release, those teeth within centimeters of his most sensitive area. He expected his mind to revolt, but it did absolutely nothing to stop the orgasm barreling up his spine.
“Emmett, Emmett, I’m–ungh, coming!”
Emmett growled in approval, and the vibration as he swallowed Jonah down again set Jonah off. He came with a wail, eyes squeezing shut as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into him.
It took him a minute to come back from an orgasm that intense, and when he opened his eyes, he was surprised and thrilled to find Emmett leaning over him, stroking his cock and growling low in his throat. It was sexy to watch. Jonah took in every inch of him, his head cocking curiously at the bulge swelling at the base.
He reached for it automatically, trailing light fingers over the strange addition. His touch made Emmett groan, leaning a little closer with a whine in his throat.
“Keep doing that. Please, Jonah…”
Breathless, he watched Emmett’s face as he touched the bulge a little more deliberately. It seemed to make Emmett more frantic, his hand picking up speed as he stroked himself, his body seeming to shake under the force of his desire. It was when Jonah gave it a light squeeze that Emmett lost it completely. He howled, literally howled, hips thrusting into his fist as he absolutely covered Jonah in his release.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Was that… what you had in mind… when you mentioned marking me?”
Emmett bit back another groan at Jonah’s innocent question. Technically, sex was the best way to mark a partner, but seeing Jonah covered in his release was proving to be a bit much for him. He wanted to go again, to actually get inside the gorgeous man, and he needed to settle down. He was vaguely aware they were too exposed, and Emmett had gotten a little loud there in the end. He didn't want them to get caught.
“Yep. That should work,” Emmett panted.
Jonah, his cheeks still flushed and his hair all mussed up, looked adorably wrecked, and Emmett’s tail started to whap against the seat before he could stop it. He saw Jonah smirk, and he quickly set to distracting him, licking his lips until Jonah opened up with a groan and let him inside.
When they broke apart again, Jonah looked down at his cum-covered body, then back up at Emmett, barely masking a grimace. “Am I not allowed to clean up?”
Snorting, Emmett sat back, finally extricating himself from Jonah’s arms. If he didn’t put some space between them, he wasgoing to maul the man again, and he promised Jonah would get home on time.
“You can clean up. Even if you wash it off, the scent marker is still on your skin. And when you stop smelling like me, I’ll just fix it,” he winked.
Jonah blushed, but his grin said he wasn’t unhappy with the plan. “I’ll make sure to park my truck farther from the entrance of the parking lot. You know… Just in case.”
Emmett was once again glad he was sitting on his tail because he was sure it’d be wagging wildly at the seductive teasing. Stupid appendage was bent on embarrassing him.
He gave Jonah a hand cleaning up with some helpful wipes tucked under the passenger seat that Jonah used sometimes to clean up after farm work. It explained why his truck wasn’t a complete mess if he was fastidious enough to clean up before getting inside. And, because he couldn’t help himself, once Jonah’s skin was clean, Emmett leaned in and licked up his neck, giving him a good sniff just to be certain.
“Yep. You smell like mine,” he growled.
Jonah let out a little moan, fingers digging into the fur on his chest, but before they could start anything else, the alarm he’d set on his phone went off, reminding him that Jonah needed to head home.
Jonah’s sigh said he was about as happy about it as Emmett was. He seriously needed to figure out a way to convince the man to stay the night at his place sometime soon. Once was probably enough to make Jonah smell like him, but if they really wanted to be thorough about it, all night long would be a lot better to get the job done.
Jonah was floating the entire drive home. It didn’t help that Emmett called him to keep him company during the drive, telling Jonah stories about his pack and the kinds of shenanigans they got up to. They sounded a lot like Taron, and Jonah got the feeling it would be both chaotic and hilarious if Taron was invited to play. He wondered if he should suggest it, but selfishly kept it to himself. He wanted to meet the pack Emmett gushed so much about before inviting anyone else over.
He pulled into the driveway and parked in front of the garage, considering his day. It hadn’t started off great with the interaction with the douchewolf, but that incident turned out to just be a blip in an otherwise amazing day. He got assigned a job he was excited about, got to go on a date with Emmett, and had the most amazing sex of his life all in the span of a few hours.
He was actually glad for the first time that his dad demanded he go out and get a job. Being isolated out here was stifling compared to how he felt at Spellbound and with Emmett.
He hung up with Emmett after a sweet good night, and stared at his phone for a while, smiling at the cheesy jokes Emmett had sent him throughout the day. The dad jokes were awful, but they made Jonah laugh, which was probably Emmett’s intention.
His truck door wrenched open, making Jonah yelp and drop his phone. It disappeared in the passenger foot well under the seat, which was annoying, as was his brother’s scowling presence.
“Why are you home so late?” James demanded.
Jonah rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t go anywhere with James blocking the way, and he didn’t trust his older brother not to hurt him for trying. It didn’tmatter that they were both adults now, James would still throw hands if Jonah pissed him off too much.
