Dirty Little Secret

Newness and Gasps

Jason's POV

     When I lead Nick into the room, my teeth are already scraping against my lips and my hands are aching to be on his softer smaller body, the smell of him and his arousal, drowning out everything else in the world.

    As soon as I get him in the room, I turn the lights on before closing and locking the door, finding Nick standing there, looking at me with hooded eyes and his lip locked between his teeth. The look he's giving me full of sexual tension and innocence has my knees going weak.

     'Push him on the bed and fuck him until his hole is in the shape of our cock.' Ryan groans but I shake my head to clear it, knowing that we aren't going that far.

      Instead I motion Nick closer to me until we're almost standing chest to chest and I let my hand come up to trace his cheek softly before my finger drags down his slim throat, teasing the both of us with thoughts of my teeth buried in his neck.

    And my brain has trouble coming up with reasons why I shouldn't, and while I can't come up with any, I remember that I can't.

    "Do you want to scent me? You want to cover my body in your scent so people know who I belong to?" I ask him, looking into his hazel eyes, and Nick whines and steps closer but I stop him and hold him back. "Take off my shirt." I whisper and he swallows before he bites his lip once more. "Don't bite your lip." I warn with a growl, my hands clenching my by sides as I try to hold myself back.

     "Okay." He tells me back, his voice soft and weak and the need to control him and make him submit is driving me crazy.

     I hold myself back, my hands holding my thighs tightly in resistance as his small hands raise up to attach to my chest, fingers going to grab the zipper of my jacket, slowly pulling it down.

    My eyes stay on his face, a sweet blush coating his cheeks and neck, and sparks shoot down my body as I think about how warm his skin would feel in my hands. How easy it would be to have him bare his neck to me.

     'He wants it. He wants your teeth in his neck. Look at the way he's biting his lip.' Ryan's words make my almost lose my grip but instead U
I find my hand wrapped around Nicks throat, titling his head up with my thumb so that his eyes can find mine, my jacket falling open as he gets the last bit undone. His eyes are wide as they find mine and my hard aching dick in my pants struggle to get out as I watch him, his body shaking slightly from need but I try to not let it get to my head. 

      "Nicolas, if you bite your lip again, I will end up with my teeth in your neck and your legs wrapped around my waist, something neither of us are ready for. Keep. Your lip. Out of your mouth." I tell him, bringing my hand up to free his plump moist lip form his mouth.

      "Sorry." He whispers and I let his face go and bring them to my sides, his eyes on me softly before he brings his hands back up to my shoulders, slowly pushing the jacket off of my body until it pools on the floor behind me. His small hands hesitant only a second before they find themselves at the hem of my shirt and slowly ride it up, his fingers softly grazing my stomach making it flex and tremble under his touch.

     'Fuck him.' Ryan tells me and I grit my teeth against the urge.

     'No.' I growl to him, the sound of the force of it echoing out into my chest and Nicks eyes rolls slightly at the sound and I puff out my chest in satisfaction.

      I silence myself before Nick continues with discarding my shirt until it gets to my head, his small frame too short and I help him by pulling it over and dropping it with my jacket. His hands flutter in front of him as if wanting to touch me, but not sure he can and I smirk.

     "Touch me. I'm yours." I tell him and he whines low in his throat before one of his hand come out to touch my body, at the top of my chest, and it's not the coldness of his finger tips that makes a shiver skate down my spine. They slide down softly, dipping into the crease and ridges of my stomach making my suck in a breath.

     His other hands comes up and traces my body as well, both of them enjoying my skin, placing themselves around my back when he steps closer.

     "Do you want to scent me, Nick?" I ask him, my voice deeper than it usually is and it makes him shiver against my body.

   He looks up at me with soft eyes that are open and give me everything that I'm asking for as his breath hitches and he nods.

    "Mine." He tells me, and the soft growl that leaves his throat at the possession makes my hands wrap tightly around his throat and pull him towards me until our noses are touching.

     "Yours." I agree before I start pulling him towards the bed.

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Can we all agree that Jason's self control right now is fucking unmatched? Goddess this man is perfect. I've fallen in love with two wolves and an Enchanted.

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