Page 55 of The Werewolf's Deputy
“Your tail really is sensitive,” Jonah commented, his tone curious. “Is there a reason why?”
“N-No clue. Maybe how close it is to ourhole–” the last word went up a few octaves as Jonah’s fingers slipped between his cheeks to do a little more thorough cleaning. “J-Jonah…”
Jonah’s expression was pure wicked delight as he swirled soapy fingers around Emmett’s rim, putting just enough pressure to force a needy whine out of him.
“So you do go both ways. Good to know,” Jonah teased. Then, he pulled away completely! Emmett’s mouth dropped open, and he stared at the human incredulously.
“Why are you stopping?”
“I figured you might be getting hungry. We slept in late,” Jonah replied innocently.
“I’ll show you hungry!” he growled, dropping to his knees and swallowing Jonah’s cock without warning. Jonah cried out in surprise, fingers digging into Emmett’s shoulders as he bobbed his head with a punishing rhythm. He felt Jonah’s thighstremble, his ass clenching as he tried to stop himself from thrusting. Emmett pulled off with a pop, demanding, “Fuck my mouth, Jonah. I want to taste you.”
“Oh gods,” Jonah breathed, hips moving tentatively when Emmett swallowed him back down again. It took a little encouragement, and the bite of Emmett’s claws on his ass, but eventually Jonah gave into his body’s demands, thrusting into Emmett’s mouth with wild abandon, moans escaping him almost constantly. “Emmett, Emmett, I’m gonna–”
Emmett growled in approval, and the sound seemed to be enough to set Jonah off. He came with a shout, pumping that sweet and salty flavor onto Emmett’s waiting tongue. He pulled off when Jonah’s cock stopped pulsing, licking his lips with a smirk.
“Delicious.”
Jonah looked a little mind blown, which made Emmett feel incredibly cocky. He stood with a smirk, moving directly under the spray to rinse the soap off his back and ass, knowing full well he was going to strut the moment they left the bathroom. He was so focused on acting smug that he didn’t notice Jonah sinking to his knees until his hand took hold of Emmett’s still hard cock and his lips wrapped around Emmett’s crown.
“Nngh, Jonah! Wha– Oh, shit, yes, just like that!”
The feel of Jonah’s mouth on his cock was amazing, but it was Jonah’s wandering fingers rubbing over his hole again that really got him going. He whined and moved his hips in micro thrusts, unable to decide if he wanted to go farther into the hot wet suction or have those teasing fingers finally breach him and sink inside him.
Jonah made the choice for him, sinking down on Emmett’s cock just as a finger pushed inside him. Emmett came with a howl, needing the wall and a grip on the curtain to keep himupright as Jonah moved his finger in and out, dragging out his orgasm until his knees went weak.
When Jonah finally popped off, giving Emmett his own smug grin, Emmett couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped him.
“You’re my favorite person.”
“Right back at you, hot stuff,” Jonah replied, pushing to his feet and snagging the soap again.
Emmett was suddenly really glad he’d thought to get the tankless water heater. They had time to wash up properly and rinse off without having to worry about the shower going ice cold. There were definitely going to be more shower shenanigans in their future.
While they were drying off, Jonah laughed at the way Emmett’s fur stuck up in odd ways, then offered to help when Emmett pulled out his hair dryer. It felt nice to be pampered and having someone get his back was blissful. It wasn’t pleasant when he missed a spot and felt damp for a few hours under his clothes.
He took a turn with Jonah, though he didn’t have to do much. Aside from on top of his head, Jonah had some hair on his legs and arms, and a little around his groin and below his belly button, but compared to Emmett, he was practically hairless. Still, Jonah seemed to enjoy basking in the warm air for a little while, and when they were finished, he had this soft smile on his face that held none of the tension or pain from the other day. He was happy, and Emmett felt like he’d conquered the world seeing him smile like that.
“So… what do you do on weekends?” Jonah asked as they trooped downstairs together to make breakfast. After a marathon of sex and a morning blowjob, Emmett was starving and immediately reached for the ingredients for pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He saw Jonah grin at the sheer amount he pulledout, but Harlem had already told him werewolves ate a lot. He’d figure it out eventually.
“Weekends, we’re free to do whatever, but most of us stick around the pack and play games or just hang out. Werewolf packs are close knit, and we spend a lot of time with each other to reinforce that bond.”
He internally winced, worried he would trigger Jonah so soon after his family cut him off, but Jonah didn’t mention it, grabbing a pan off the drying rack to start the eggs and bacon.
“What kind of games?”
“Depends,” Emmett shrugged, trying to play it cool while hoping he didn’t say anything to upset the still hurting man. “Sometimes board games or video games, sometimes outdoor stuff. Pack runs are pretty common on weekends, too. Getting out pent up energy is important. Not that I really need to worry about that after last night,” he teased.
Jonah rolled his eyes. “Smooth. Did you want me to stay here while you hang out with your pack or–”
“No way!” Emmett cut him off with a frown. “You’re honorary pack, remember? You’re playing with us today, even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and drag you there!”
“You wouldn’t,” Jonah shot back, smiling at the pan as he tossed in some butter.
Oh, Emmett would show him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
