Patrick’s pupils were blown wide, but the clarity in his eyes was all that mattered to Jono. “Don’t stop.”
Jono stole a kiss, sweet and fierce. “Never.”
Jono met him halfway because that’s what Patrick wanted. He guided Patrick to the perfect angle that allowed Jono to hit his prostate with every thrust. Sweat made holding on to him difficult after a while as Patrick writhed above him, working himself over on Jono’s cock with a dedication Jono could appreciate.
“I can’t—” Patrick gasped out, losing the rhythm. “I’m gonna come.”
Jono dragged him down onto his cock as he thrust up and didn’t stop, keeping Patrickright there. Patrick leaned forward, keening through clenched teeth as Jono fucked him hard enough to shake the bed. His cock pulsed against Jono’s tight fingers, and Patrick came with a yell, shaking apart above him.
Jono milked every last drop of cum out of Patrick, the warm wetness sticky on his chest. He hooked a hand over Patrick’s shoulder, pulling him down onto his cock even as he rolled them to the side. Jono got Patrick beneath him, and he drove into that tight heat with a growl.
Patrick moaned in his ear, fingers tangling through Jono’s sweaty hair. “Keep going. Keep—gods!”
Jono grabbed one knee and hooked it over his shoulder, giving him more room to fuck Patrick, chasing his own orgasm. Patrick blinked dazedly up at him, sweaty and shaking and fucked out, smelling happy in a way he rarely was, despite everything that had happened.
Jono groaned, burying his face against the curve of Patrick’s throat, biting on the skin there as he came. His hips snapped forward, driving into that clenching heat half a dozen times as he spilled his release inside Patrick.
They lay like that for a minute or two, breathing hard as they recovered from the intensity of their lovemaking. Jono pressed his nose against the heated skin of Patrick’s neck, running his lips over the bruise there.
Eventually, he pulled away, easing Patrick’s leg off his shoulder and pulling out. He stroked his fingers over the too-sensitive skin of Patrick’s hole, catching some of the cum that trickled out. He smeared it between Patrick’s legs before going back for more, rubbing his scent where no one else would ever touch again.
Patrick watched him through half-lidded eyes, hands loose, biting his lip every now and then. When Jono finished, he patted the bed beside him. “C’mere.”
“I should clean you up first.”
“No,” Patrick said, sleepy and loose in a way Jono was proud of making him feel. “I’ll shower in the morning. I want you to stay on me.”
Jono wasn’t going to argue with that request, even though he knew Patrick would bitch about dried cum and itchy skin in the morning. For now, he got them under the covers, pulling Patrick close as the air-conditioning clicked on, the quiet hum chasing them into sleep.
24
“I’m hungry,”Wade complained from the back seat.
“I told you we’d get lunch after the meeting,” Patrick said as he drove through a yellow light.
“I don’t know why I have to go to this thing when I could’ve stayed at the apartment to eat.”
“Because you’re pack, and pack sticks together,” Jono replied.
“Pack should get better at leaving snacks around.”
“Here.” Sage rifled through her Birkin and pulled out a protein bar. “Eat this and stop complaining until after the meeting is over.”
Wade snatched the protein bar out of her hand with a muttered “Thanks.”
Patrick rolled his eyes as the familiar sound of Wade eating filled the car. With the amount of food Wade could consume in a day, he was glad Emma and Leon had offered Jono a raise. Bad enough they had to feed two werecreatures, but throw in a fledgling dragon and Patrick’s paycheck would be stretched thin.
The rest of the drive to Ginnungagap happened without Wade complaining about the lack of snacks. Patrick pulled into the familiar alley, seeing a motorcycle he recognized and a group of god pack werewolves gathered outside the side entrance. The construction workers had the day off again, or at least the morning. Patrick didn’t know what work schedule they were running on, he just knew the club was getting closer to completion every time he dropped by.
Patrick parked and everyone got out of the car, eyeing the group by the door with undisguised disdain on all their faces.
“You’re late,” Youssef said.
“Meeting won’t start without us. You could’ve gone inside,” Patrick retorted.
“The door is locked.”
“Should’ve knocked.”
