“W-Why do you keep doing that?” he breathed, staring forward like somehow he wouldn’t drag any attention to them, knowing full well Emmett could hear him over the noise of the arcade.
Pressing his nose into the juncture of Jonah’s shoulder and neck, Emmett took another deep breath. “I told you, you smell good.”
“I probably smell like sweat and beer.”
Emmett hummed, giving him another little lick. “And sex.”
“What?” he squawked, spinning around to face the werewolf.
Emmett’s slow grin was wicked when he said, “I’m guessing no one explained to you just how sensitive a werewolf’s senses are. When it comes to our sense of smell, no other supe in the world can compare.” He stepped closer, leaning his head down to whisper in Jonah’s ears. “We can smell emotions, the tiny changes that most supes would miss. And we can smell when someone wants us—it perfumes the air and draws us in like catnip.”
Jonah was breathing heavily at that point, his cock hard and straining against his zipper. It’d been ages since he’d been this aroused and knowing Emmett could smell it only made it worse. There was no hiding his interest in the werewolf.
“Number 45!” a nasally teen called from behind the counter, making Jonah jump in surprise. Emmett chuckled in his ear, giving him another little lick before straightening.
“I’ll get it. Why don’t you find us a table?”
He wanted to eat now? Jonah could only gape at him as Emmett winked and walked away.
It took a few moments of deep breathing before Jonah could get it together enough to find a table. He picked one of the empty ones in the back, his knee jiggling as he waited for Emmett to bring their order. He was a little nervous, he’d never fooled around with a supe before, but it did nothing to tamp down the excitement bubbling under his skin. It’d been a long time since he got off with anything other than his right hand, and he wanted nothing more than to leave the food and drag the werewolf back to his truck.
Emmett ignored the chair across from Jonah and sat right next to him instead. He drew in a deep breath and let out a pleased sort of rumbling sound. “Mm. You smell better than dinner.”
“Oh gods,” Jonah murmured, burying his face in his hands. He was never going to stop blushing knowing werewolves could pick up on his arousal. He suddenly looked up in horror. “Wait. Does that mean the rest of the pack knew too?”
Emmett snorted, pushing Jonah’s burger and fries closer to him. “Don’t worry about that. With senses like ours, we learn pretty young to filter things out. They wouldn’t notice it unless they were as close to you as I like to be or they were specifically looking for it. And I’d hurt them if they were.”
“Not helping…” Jonah groaned. While he was glad to hear his embarrassment might not include the entire pack, hearing Emmett’s growling possessive tone did nothing to help with Jonah’s erection.
“Eat,” Emmett said with a smirk. “You’ll need to keep your energy up.”
“For what?” Jonah breathed, dropping his hands to look up at the werewolf. Emmett’s smirk said Jonah didn’t want him to say it out loud.
“You’ll see. Eat.”
He was practically vibrating by the time he finished his meal, and he was glad Emmett didn’t even pretend to think about going back to playing games. He grabbed Jonah’s hand and dragged him into the parking lot to where Jonah’s truck waited. The sun had set while they were playing games, and Jonah’s truck just happened to be parked on the edge of the lot in a dark corner. It was the only place the old truck fit, but it seemed to be a stroke of luck now as Emmett dragged him into the back seat, immediately licking at his lips the moment the door closed.
Jonah had thought kissing a werewolf would be weird, what with the snout and all, but while it was a lot more tongue than anything else, it was still sexy and Jonah didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, tongues dueling as hands tugged at clothes impatiently.
Tugging that tight uniform polo free, Jonah immediately delved underneath it, hands running over hard fur-covered muscle. The juxtaposition of soft and hard was sexy as hell, and Jonah had to break the kiss so he could shove Emmett’s shirt up and take a good look.
“Gods, you’re sexy,” he murmured, tracing the werewolf’s pecks and abs. Who had eightpack abs?
Emmett hummed a pleased sound, lifting up enough to pull his shirt off completely. He’d ended up on his back with Jonah straddling him, and he didn’t look at all unhappy about the position.
“I’m glad you approve. Your turn.” He tugged a little on Jonah’s shirt, urging him to take it off.
He lifted his arms, letting Emmett push it up and over his head, and moaned when Emmett immediately started licking at every inch of exposed skin he could reach. He half sat up so he could licked Jonah’s nipples before trailing up his neck and back into his mouth.
The hard bulge of Emmett’s erection pressed insistently against Jonah’s ass, and when Jonah rocked his hips, the half-growl half-groan that escaped the werewolf made Jonah want to do it again. He started rocking, grinding himself on the sexy man beneath him while still touching every inch of him he could reach. He wasn’t sure if it was the novelty or just because it was Emmett, but he couldn’t stop touching.
Without warning, Emmett snatched him close and flipped them, attacking Jonah’s jeans with single minded purpose. Jonah helped him, a little worried those claws would start shredding and ruin them. He didn’t have a spare and coming home with torn jeans would definitely give away his secret to his family.
The second his cock was free from the confines of his jeans and boxers, Emmett licked a fat stripe from balls to tip, drawing a loud groan out of Jonah.
“Emmett…”
Nudging Jonah until he was reclined with his back against the door, Emmett shot him a wicked grin. “Better hold on to something, little human. I’m about to blow your mind.”
