Jonah ran.
He didn’t bother to look where he was going. As much as he’d bargained with Damon for what he could get if he won, Jonah had no doubts Damon would catch him long before he made it to the centre of this thing.
A few minutes in, he slowed, trying to catch his breath. The hedges were almost intimidating with the way they loomed above him, and Jonah strained his hearing, trying to tell if Damon had set off, if he was getting closer.
He couldn’t hear anything.
His cock was still hard, and Jonah kept walking, taking a left at the next fork in the path. Damon could come from… anywhere. He’d appear out of the darkness, Jonah knew it. His next shiver was a combination of fear and arousal. Finley was a werewolf, sure, but he’d taken Jonah apart on a bed in the middle of the day.
Jonah had never beenhuntedbefore.
The thought had him picking up his pace. He still had the toy in a tight grip, and he looked it over again.
It had been the largest in the box by some margin, and he could barely wrap his hand around its girth. Jonah ran his fingers over the head of the fake cock. His own leaked more pre-cum into his underwear. Fuck, it’d be such a stretch.
He bit back a groan. Other than the obvious size, there seemed to be little else out of the ordinary about it – thoughJonah knew he wouldn’t be thinking about that when Damon drove it into him.
Jonah shook his head. He turned another corner, then another, shadows growing deeper around him. The sky above, already stormy, had darkened. Was he any closer to the centre?
Was Damon any closer to him?
Jonah turned one more corner and realised he could barely see down the path at all. He frowned but pressed on, then cursed quietly when he reached a dead end.
He’d just have to—
There was a sound behind him, the scuff of a shoe on the path, and Jonah froze, his whole body going tense.
When nothing happened, he turned. He still couldn’t see anything through the shadows, not really, and he was certain it was his imagination that had him seeing the outline of a figure.
Damon.
Jonah ran toward him. He managed to duck past, but then an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him back with ease.
All the breath flew from Jonah’s lungs when his back collided with Damon’s solid chest. Damon rolled his hips and Jonah felt the hard line of his cock against his arse. He groaned.
“I caught you, pretty boy,” Damon said. His voice was deeper, hands possessive as he set Jonah down, pushing him to his knees. “Time for me to claim my prize.”
Jonah nodded, dropping the toy as he planted his hands on the path. He pushed his hips back and felt Damon thrust against him hard. “Fuckyes, do it.”
Damon huffed out a breath and then Jonah heard a tearing sound as he pulled Jonah’s jeans apart. A distant part of him thought he should be annoyed, but fuck if it wasn’t hot, and besides, there was a slick finger already pressing inside him, Damon’s other big hand squeezing tightly around the base of his cock.
“Take it,” Damon growled. “Take it like you’re going to take the rest of me.”
Jonah moaned. He pushed back and when one finger became two, he squeezed his muscles around them. Damon pegged his prostate in retaliation and Jonah sobbed when his cock stiffened, trying to cum, but he couldn’t.
“Damon, fuck, do it already!”
“Such a filthy mouth on you,” Damon growled. He added another finger, and the stretch burned before pleasure arced up Jonah’s spine. “Tell me what you want.”
“Want your cock.”
“No,” Damon said. He leaned over Jonah’s back, pressing his lips against his ear. “Tell me what you want me to do with it.”
Jonah whined. He wanted to cum, wanted Damon inside him, wanted so much he could hardly think for it. His knees and hands ached from the path, but the bite of pain was making the pleasure that bit sweeter.
“I want you to fuck me,” he ground out. “Hard.Takeme, use me however you want.”
Damon growled again, pushing his fingers in deep as he bit a line down Jonah’s neck. “Told you I was going to fuckin’ ruin you.”
