“Oh, you’re going to get it, you smug bastard,” Jonah smirked.
Emmett tried acting like a jerk, raising an eyebrow at him, but his tail gave him away, wagging happily as Jonah stepped up beside him. He scowled at the appendage, making Jonah laugh and give it a playful tug.
“Come on, Emmett. Let’s go home.”
They barely made it through the front door before they were all over each other. They left a trail of clothes behind them as they switched between stripping each other and kissing. Emmett thought about stopping to see Ronan first, making it official, but then he’d have to sit through that whole conversation and possibly the introduction to the pack first, and he was pretty sure he’d go insane in the process. He needed his hands on his mate now. The conversation could wait.
Jonah had never been a submissive man, tongue dueling for dominance despite the difference in their sizes. He tugged on Emmett’s ears, his kisses demanding, and when they were finally naked and in the bedroom, he shoved Emmett onto the bed and climbed on top of him, fingers tangled in his fur as he dominated the kiss. Emmett was happy to let him take control this time, running his hands along Jonah’s soft skin and gripping his ass.
Jonah broke the kiss, chest heaving as he flashed him a wicked grin. “Nuh uh. I’m claiming you, remember?”
The implication made him shudder, his legs spreading automatically to give Jonah access to what he wanted, even while he started making plans in his head. It was still early, they had plenty of time to both have a turn claiming the other. He couldn’t bite Jonah until after the pack accepted him, but he could possibly hold out if Jonah claimed him first.
“How do humans claim their mates?” Emmett gasped, groaning when Jonah’s body dragged against his cock as he slid down between his legs.
“I didn’t know humans had mates,” Jonah shrugged. “But when deciding to spend forever with their partner, they usually give them a ring during a ceremony.” He paused, head tipped thoughtfully. “Can werewolves wear rings?”
He snorted. The innocent question was cute, and he loved that Jonah wasn’t shy anymore about asking for information he didn’t know. He was determined to learn, and he knew Emmett wouldn’t judge no matter what he asked. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease, but hey, that was their relationship.
“Yes, we can wear rings. As long as they aren’t silver.”
That time, Jonah saw right through him and rolled his eyes. “You already told me the whole silver thing was a myth. You know, you’d think you’d be better behaved when the person in charge of your orgasm is between your legs.”
True. He was just so happy that Jonah was not only willing to think about their relationship but accepted it without argument and even seemed to be making plans to claim Emmett in his own way. The thought made Emmett moan, and he reached for Jonah, intent on hauling him back up for another heated kiss. Jonah dodged him, wrapping his hand around Emmett’s cock and stroking just hard enough to scatter Emmett’s thoughts and make him go still.
“It’s really convenient to always have lube on hand,” Jonah said conversationally, like he wasn’t using the slick he’dgathered from Emmett’s cock and swirling it around his hole. Emmett started panting and had to close his eyes and think about something else when Jonah’s finger pushed inside. It’d been a while since he let someone top him, but Jonah went slow, starting with only one finger dragging in and out until Emmett’s body relaxed enough to allow another.
“Ah!” he shouted in surprise when Jonah nipped at his inner thigh, distracting him when he pushed a third finger in. “Oh fuckkkk…”
When he cracked open his eyes, Jonah looked smug. It was a sexy look on him, all confidence and heat, but it was the image of the muscles of Jonah’s arm flexing as he thrust his fingers in and out of Emmett’s body that really got him going. Especially when Jonah brushed along the front of his passage and teased at Emmett’s prostate.
“Jonah… in me… please,” he whined.
“You won’t ever hear me saying no to that,” Jonah replied, sliding his fingers out and stroking Emmett’s cock to steal more slick. Emmett moaned from the touch, his cock twitching when Jonah released him, and watched helplessly as Jonah slicked himself up and shuffled closer, careful not to kneel on Emmett’s tail. That would’ve been a mood killer, for sure.
Grabbing a pillow to stuff under his hips, Emmett reached for Jonah, pulling him down into another kiss just as he felt the head of Jonah’s cock press against his entrance. He groaned into the kiss, tongues tangling, and encouraged Jonah inside with a hand on his ass. Jonah’s hard length sliding inside him was everything he needed, and he couldn’t help using the grip on Jonah’s ass to yank him closer, seating him fully inside of Emmett’s body where he belonged.
“Oh gods,” Jonah moaned, burying his face into Emmett’s neck as he waited for him to adjust. He was such a good mate.
“I’m ready,” Emmett murmured after a second, still trying to use his grip on Jonah to move him how he wanted.
Jonah chuckled into his ear, grabbing Emmett’s hands and lacing their fingers together, effectively trapping him with his hands pinned to the bed. When Jonah sat back to give himself more room to move, Emmett let his eyes roam over his mate, breathless as he took in every inch of him. Those muscular arms, the pale skin, the way his golden hair flopped onto his forehead. He was gorgeous, his mate, and Emmett felt his chest swell at the reminder that he was going to get to keep him. Once he bit him, Jonah’s lifespan would match his. They’d be together until the end.
His body tightened at the thought, and Jonah groaned, finally drawing his hips back and thrusting forward again, testing the waters of their connection. Emmett groaned.
“Again, Jonah. Please!”
Jonah seemed to enjoy his begging because a sly grin spread across his face, and he didn’t pick up the pace, keeping his thrusts slow and steady until Emmett thought his brain would melt. He whined and writhed but didn't flip them or try to take over. This was Jonah’s show, and Emmett was too enthralled with his mate to take that away from him.
“I love you, Jonah.”
Those seemed to be the magic words. Jonah’s hips bucked, a deep groan rattling his chest as he seemed to give into his instincts. Emmett’s back arched as he brushed against his prostate constantly without hitting it head on. It meant the moment dragged on instead of forcing his release too fast. He wasn’t ready for this to end.
Jonah leaned over him, tangling their tongues in another hot kiss, and pulled away on a gasp to say, “I love you too.” Then his grin went wicked again, and he released one of Emmett’s hands,reaching down to pull his leg up and against his chest. “Might want to hold onto something.”
“What? Why–Ungh! Oh my gods! Jonah!”
He’d shifted the angle enough to start pegging Emmett’s prostate, and Emmett had been so busy basking in the love and affection in Jonah’s eyes, that he hadn’t seen it coming. Just like he hadn’t seen the signs of his orgasm sneaking up on him until Jonah’s hand wrapped around his knot and squeezed tightly. The combination was too much, and Emmett exploded, howling, his head thrashing against the pillow as the intensity of his release hit him like a freight train. His body clamped down on Jonah’s cock, and feeling his mate’s release fill his channel only made it better, until Emmett started to feel feral. He moved on instinct, yanking Jonah closer and sinking his teeth into his neck.
