Dark Wolf Wanting

Disclaimer: all copyrights belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books. I recieve no profit from my writing of fan fiction.

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Chapter 2

A soft helpless whimpering emerged from the bathroom behind him. Jamil roused himself from his fascinated perusal of Jason sleeping. He spun and entered the lighted bathroom to see a cowering Nathaniel on the floor next to the huge shower stall. His lavender eyes were staring sightlessly ahead of him. Jamil also noticed his long mass of auburn hair was half dried and wondered for a fleeting moment just how long he had been staring at Jason sleeping. The same Jason that appeared suspiciously awake and alert behind him.

His hand reached out to touch the slender muscled shoulder and a wave of intense desire and longing flowed over and into him. The Ardeur. He recognized the feel of it from holding Richard in the bathtub when Anita had been overwhelmed by it. Richard had closed the marks, unable to deal with it. Now Jamil faced it. He sensed Jason crowding closer and in a harsh voice ordered him back. The last thing his fragile self control needed was for the handsome younger wolf he lusted after to be caught up in this too. He instructed Jason to get Jean-Claude on the phone and the other man disappeared. Jamil hauled Nathaniel from his crouch with gentle hands and braced him against the sink, using his own body to hold the slighter man upright. While wrestling the other man upright both of them lost their towels. The skin on skin contact seemed to both calm and excite the leopard and his eyes focused on the dark man holding him.

Jason's voice was quiet and calm as he informed Jamil that Anita was involved in serious police business and Jean-Clade was already at Guilty Pleasures with Asher. None of the mannerisms that Jamil had come to expect from the younger man surfaced. His friend was in trouble and the blonde was all serious helpfulness. He explained the Jean-Claude's best guess was that the ardeur needed to be fed by Anita and somehow she had blocked it and it had shifted to Nathaniel instead. Maybe it had recognized him from earlier feedings or the leopard was open to it. If Nathaniel was successful now in blocking it after it had roused, Damien could be affected in an adverse way or Anita could be distracted. Now that the Master of the City was aware of the problem he could feed the supernatural urgings for his human servant the next time it rose. But for now he could only hope that Nathaniel could be persuaded to feed it on this occasion.

Looking at the aroused handsome Were gazing at him so trustingly, Jamil swallowed. He had a hopeful idea.

"Nathaniel, is there someone here at the Circus you want us to fetch?"

Confused lavender eyes blinked at him.

Jamil tried again, "Nathaniel who do you want to...um..do this with?"

Jason interrupted,"And someone Anita would approve of."

Jamil shot Jason a quelling look, as Nathaniel's expression clouded. Jason just shrugged.

The leopard's soft hesitant voice answered, "I trust you two."

Jamil was aroused at the thought of watching Jason and Nathaniel together, after all wouldn't he be needed to stay close by for safety's sake? It would be the responsible thing to do his libido assured him. His self control disagreed.

His lust still raged while he touched the young auburn haired youth but his body was accustomed to being denied. He heard Jason talking on the phone with Micah and he told them the Nimar-Raj was on his way. As Jason stepped forward, Nathaniel saw the blonde move and shrunk deeper against the dark Alpha's chest. His sleek smooth body wiggled and squirmed in agitation against Jamil's hard one.

"What if I hurt him, what if I can't control it, what if.."

Jamil's firm voice had the note of command,"Nate, you will calm down."

Instantly the submissive Were quieted in his arms.

Jason's voice was subdued as he said,"Jamil you can control Nathaniel even if he's caught up in the Ardeur, you're alpha enough." At his frown Jason stubbornly continued,"I know you don't like guys but..."

"Jason..Hush..It's not that," Jamil said. "Nathaniel might not...grrrr"

The sensation of a moist tongue licking his chest distracted Jamil from finishing his sentence. His dark gaze lowered to meet lavender eyes rolled up at him, in them was a mixture of hunger and pleading. The pale face was pressed tight against his pectorals as a dainty pink tongue flicked out again to explore his chest. He shuddered as one of his nipples was discovered and Nathaniel began to suckle on it with surprising strength. The other man's slender hands had been resting on his waist and now crept around to grip his buttocks. Jamil felt them squeeze and knead before one slipped down to caress his balls while the other tentatively explored the crease of his ass. For a submissive, Nathaniel was turning out to be an adventurous little Christopher Columbus.

Jamil drew in a deep breath, inhaling the musky aroused scents of the three men. He turned his head to look at Jason still standing in the doorway of the bathroom. The other werewolf's gaze was heavy lidded as he stared at what was unfolding before him. Knowing the man he wanted watched and wasn't repulsed caused Jamil's beast to writhe inside him eager for release. This sensation caused the alpha to realized he had to gain control away from the smaller submissive or things were going to happen that they all, including Anita, might regret.

He made a harsh sound deep in his chest and reached behind him to grasp Nathaniel's wrists in his hard hands. Jamil wrenched them from their exploring to twist and pin them behind the Were's back. He shifted his grip to hold both in one of his own and used his free hand to bury in the flaming tresses. Wrapping the long length several times around his arm, Jamil pulled and forced the younger man's mouth away from his chest. Looking down in the upturned face he was about to ask, to reassure himself of Nathaniel's compliance but the eager expression was answer enough.

The younger man must have seen the questions in his eyes for he urged,"Please dominant me too, give me more...I crave so much.."

His voice was hard as Jamil said,"Did I give you permission to speak?"

Nathaniel expression had a mixture of lust and lassitude and he submissively lowered his gaze, a small pleased smile curving his lips. Jamil grip tightened and he twisted the hair viciously, smelling Nathaniel's arousal climb in the still moist warm air of the bathroom. With his hold in Nathaniel's hair, the larger man applied pressure and forced the slender Were to bend back over the sink until his chest arched up before Jamil. His tongue traced down the curve of the pale neck and along the exposed collarbone. At random spots the wet warmth was interrupted by sharp nips and bites. At each one Jamil felt the body before him shudder and tiny whimpers escaped. He let his teeth graze over the exposed smooth skin until the pale pink flat disk of Nathaniel's masculine nipple was in his mouth. The Ardeur washed through him and he didn't resist it, he let it roam deep within him until it found his beast who playfully rolled with it, the two powerful energies twining together. Then he urged its attention back to the supple man bent back before him and as he bit around Nathaniel's nipple he pushed the Ardeur back though the submissive Were. As the Ardeur rushed back, Nathaniel's panting and whimpering filled the air, but Jamil wouldn't be hurried in his sensual torment of the beautiful Were. The Ardeur seemed to sense that this time, instead of just being fed, it might be gorged full and ebbed back.

Jamil feasted on the pale muscular chest, licking and nipping. And as he switched back and forth between Nathaniel's nipples he watched in the mirror Jason watching them. His hips pushed heavy into the slim cradle of Nathaniel's pelvis and he knew the edge of the sink was digging cruelly into the smooth curves of the leopard's ass. Both of their erections were trapped between the hard warmth of their panting bodies and at random moments he would grind into the taunt stomach of Nathaniel, making him gasp and groan. Their bellies were being coated with each others pre cum and their cocks slid tormentingly along each other. Pulling his head back slightly, Jamil noted with smug satisfaction that the other man's nipples were now swollen and teased to hard deep pink points. He bent his head again to kiss and lick his way up the previously neglected side of Nathaniel's neck. As he pulled Nathaniel's earlobe in his mouth to suck, Jamil heard the young Were whisper in a wistful tone,"I'm sorry I'm not the one you really want."

Jamil's hand fisting in the flaming hair buried deep and cradled Nathaniel's slender neck to raise his face. He looked intensely into those lavender eyes and his own voice was harsh as he said, "Of course I want YOU...what do you think you are...chopped liver?"

That drew a smile to those lush lips and the dark Were swooped to capture them. His mouth was hungry and devouring as his tongue forced its way in to delve deep into Nathaniel's warm mouth. His tongue tangle and twisted with the other man's until whimpers were breathed into his own mouth. Jamil made ruthlessly sure that the young man did not doubt his own desirability again. When he drew back Nathaniel's lips were swollen and his eyes were glazed.

"But you spoke without permission, you naughty kitty." His own voice a rumbling dangerous growl.

He felt the submissive shiver and smelled his anticipation. Swiftly and forcefully Jamil spun the smaller were around, surprising a yelp from him. Nathaniel now faced the mirror, his back pressed against Jamil's front. He pulled Nathaniel's captured wrists to the small of his back and pressed him forward so the pale cock arched over the sink to curve into the hollow of one of his pelvis bones. Jamil placed his elbow between Nathaniel's shoulder blades and applied pressure so the submissive was bent over the vanity's sink and then he stepped back. The pale muscled curves of Nathaniel's ass awaited his punishment. His firm voice commanded that the submissive spread his legs and was instantly obeyed. Jamil saw the sway of the shaven sack and he couldn't resist running his slightly extended claws over that vulnerable skin.

He continued to flick just the tips of his claws until the pale creamy skin turned pink and Nathaniel was uttering tiny mewling sounds of pleasure. Jamil lightly trailed his claws down the back of one of those muscled thighs until he reached the tender hollow of Nathaniel's knee. He tickled there for a moment causing the young man to giggle before suddenly his claws dug in and raked back to to the swell of Nathaniel's ass, leaving deep angry furrows behind. The submissive's keening cry filled the air and when he quieted to excited panting Jamil carefully inspected his handy work. The skin was barely not broken and heated fiery welts decorated the formerly smooth expanse of skin.

"Did you like that?" Growled Jamil.

"Yes, Master" Was the soft reply.

Jamil gave a long suffering sigh, "Kitty, I still haven't given you permission to speak."

Nathaniel made a apologetic pleading noise in his throat but his eyes in the mirror were bright as he watched the larger man behind him. Jamil bit the inside of his mouth to curb his grin, 'Submissive my ass' he thought.

His gaze lowered to linger on the pale perfection of the leopard's ass and he compared the contrast of their skins as his dark hand caressed the firm cheeks. Suddenly in a blur of speed, his palm raised and fell to administer a sharp slap, the noise echoing slightly in the tiled bathroom. Again and again his hand rained sharp blows that moved over the taunt skin heating it and turning the paleness a fierce deep pink. When the sounds of his spanking faded to silence the mewling of the leopard was evident, his head bowed forward with his flaming hair hiding his expression. When Jamil's hand that was buried in the tangled tresses tugged to raise Nathaniel's face, pure pleasure was reflected back to him in the mirror.

He move closer to the Were's body and felt the fine tremors coursing through it. Jamil pressed himself against Nathaniel's back and lowered the other man's hands so they were the right height to cradle his balls. He harshly gave instructions to only cup them and for Nathaniel's fingers not to move. The slender submissive made a pleading protesting noise as his long fingers curled around the tauntness of Jamil's tight scrotum. He pressed his aching erection into the smooth spine of the leopard and one hand firmly grasped the Were's chin while the other scooped the mass of flowing hair and tossed it over his own shoulder. With a shudder, Jamil felt the long length tickle and caress his ass and the back of his thighs. He pressed Nathaniel's head back to rest on the hard curve of his shoulder and harshly demanded the submissive's stillness, as Nathaniel had begun to rub himself against the muscled planes of Jamil's chest. He watched in the mirror as Nathaniel's obeyed and also lowered his gaze but the dark man did not miss the pout on the swollen lips. Turning his face to burrow into the tousled silky hair, the Alpha hid his grin.

Jamil moved his hands so they cupped over, but did not touch, each of Nathaniel's nipples. Then he paused, drawing out the anticipation of his caress. He heard an impatient demanding noise and knew it had not been made by the motionless submissive trapped before him. Jamil rested his chin on Nathaniel's head and his heated gaze met and captured Jason's in the mirror. The blonde's lightly tanned skin was flushed with arousal and his eyes were heavy lidded with lust. Jamil let his gaze lower and lingered on the swollen length of the other werewolf's erection. Jason had propped himself against the doorway of the bathroom and one hand cradled his own shaven scrotum while the other encircled the base of his cock. Jamil longed to touch him, to include the man he desired in this but was wary of the waiting Ardeur that hovered quietly but not forgotten.

"Touch him already, damn you."

Jamil smiled at him. "How do you want me to?" He asked, finding a way to include the other man after all.

Nathaniel whimpered, the realization that both men were involved in dominating him exciting the leopard unbearably. In the mirror his lavender eyes switched between the two more aggressive men with anticipation. Jason grinned with delighted knowledge.

"Ignore his nipples after all."

Both men pretended not to heard the faint protesting mummer from Nathaniel.

"Use one hand to pin his chest against you while the other explore his navel." Ordered the blonde as he watched with fascination as the dark hard hands complied. Jamil used his slightly extended claws to circle the perfect indention and flick across it. Nathaniel wiggled against him and lavender eyes glared at Jason in the mirror.

"Kitty, be nice or I will tell him about your feet."

Nathaniel made a tiny nasty sound, it was obvious to Jamil that the leopard regretted any sensual confiding in the past to the tormenting wolf.

"Wet your finger before finger fucking his bellybutton," Instructed the blonde Were.

Nathaniel mewled, the wording arousing him. Jamil lifted his hand and retracted a claw before placing his index finger infront of Nathaniel's lips.

"Lick it, Kitty," Jamil commanded in a ruthless tone.

An eager pink tongue curled around his digit leaving it glistening.

"Make him suck it,"

Pushing past those swollen lips, Jamil slowly thrust his finger in and out of Nathaniel's wet mouth, mimicking another action he craved. The strong suction of the auburn Were's mouth surprised Jamil and made him long now for something else. He started a growling that rumbled from deep in his chest to vibrate along Nathaniel's smooth back. Nathaniel's reflection looked a little smug in the mirror. Jamil tugged his finger from Nathaniel's mouth and lowered it to probe the Were's navel. He rimmed it before shoving his finger inside, causing Nathaniel to writhe against him. He started an in and out pressure that Nathaniel matched with mewling noises. A shining strand of pre cum dripped from the pale cock to trail into the sink.

"Don't waste that stuff, collect it and have the kitty lick your fingers clean."

Jamil followed Jason's excited instructions and his dark fingers moved to play along the slit of Nathaniel's cock. More fluid leaked from the smooth head and his fingers were wet when he thrust them back into Nathaniel's waiting mouth.

"Have the kitty lick your palm so you can fist him."

As Nathaniel ardently complied, Jamil watched with hungry eyes as Jason did the same to his own palm. When Jason lowered it to his straining erection, Jamil matched his movement and his hand enclosed Nathaniel's pale hardness. His grip was strong as he slowly fisted the length of Nathaniel's shaft, his hand appearing dark and hard against the contrast of creamy cock. Nathaniel arched back against his chest and Jamil rocked his own aching erection along the hollow of his spine, leaving a shiny path of pre cum behind. Jamil felt the slender fingers cradling his balls tighten and without warning he bit the curve of Nathaniel's neck with sharp teeth.

"Bad kitty, keep your hand still." Ordered Jamil.

Jason made a tisking sound and sighed loudly.

"Leave the kitty's cock." Both men ignored the faint sad noise.

Jason continued,"Try to twist his nipples off."

At the blonde's suggestion, Nathaniel's noises changed from sad to happy. Jamil hands slowly inched into postion causing the other man to arch forward eagerly. He ever so lightly grasped the pale pink points between his thumbs and index fingers and gently squeezed. Nathaniel made a disappointed sound. Jamil suddenly pinched and twirled them brutally, wringing a keening cry from the submissive. He pulled the skin out from Nathaniel's chest and shook the nipples before releasing them to pop back into place. The pale pink was now an angry fuchsia and Nathaniel panted with barely contained excitement. Jamil raised his fingers to Nathaniel's lips and a prompt tongue wetted them. Jamil rubbed his moist fingers against the hard nubs adorning the Were's muscled chest and flicked them with his nails. At the ardent urging noises this prompted, Jamil slightly extended his claws again to torment the flushed nipples.

He circled the areolas with his claw tip leaving a thin trail of abused skin, then one of his fingers lowered to do the same with Nathaniel's bellybutton.

Jason's husky voice said,"Play tick tack toe on his chest."

Jamil was confused for a moment before he understood. He began randomly raking his claws along the smooth skin of Nathaniel's chest, stomach and hips. His markings varied in length and pressure, some just skimming the taunt skin others leaving barely bloody scratches. Nathaniel's eyes were closed to slits avidly watching the mirror, his head pressed back in the curve of Jamil's neck. His excitement rose and so did the Ardeur.

Heated waves of desire washed through the slender man and flowed into the Alpha pressed behind him. Instead of fighting it, Jamil drew it deep to merge with the powerful force of his beast. His wolf absorbed it and together they raced into the helpless body of the younger leopard. The pale body arched and the lavender eyes glazed over under the sensual assault. Jamil knew the Ardeur demanded more and licked his palm before encircling Nathaniel's dripping cock. His other hand reached back behind Nathaniel's head to twist in the fiery hair.

"Move your hands to my cock, you lazy kitty." Jamil growled.

Slender strong fingers swiftly moved to wrap around his straining erection and Jamil rocked his hips. His pre cum wetted the hands slightly and the dark Were enjoyed the rough friction. His hand began pumping the pale cock with a relentless ruthless rhythm.

"You come when I come," Jamil commanded. "You can speak if you want." He added as his wolf and the Ardeur ripped through the leopard's body again, twining with the younger man's beast. He felt his wolf surrounding it and shuddered as all three forces flowed into his body.

"Ohmygodyesyesyespleasemasterplease"

Ignoring the begging litany, Jamil pulled Nathaniel's hair away and lengthened his jaws. His massive fangs encircled the back of the slender graceful neck and bore down. A dim part of his lust fogged mind reminded Jamil that he was strong enough to easily crush and kill the weaker Were. At the threatening pressure of his mouth, Nathaniel began a high keening and his fingers grew frantic on the wolf's cock, squeezing and pulling on the hard shaft.

Jamil's growls mixed with Nathaniel's cries and his dark hand pistoned back and forth on the pale cock. He gathered the energies and as he pushed them back into the leopard he allowed his own straining body to find release. With a muffled roar Jamil emptied this seed on the smooth back of Nathaniel. His rough roar was instantly joined by the shriller scream of the leopard and Jason's deep cry of completion. His muscled body shook with shudders and only the firm grip in Nathaniel's hair kept the other Were upright. Jason had slumped out of sight onto the tiled floor.

Jamil waited a few moments before his hand stroked again, milking the softening cock in his grasp for a few more drops and wrenching from Nathaniel a soft helpless sound. The Ardeur had receded, replete and sated and his own beast reluctantly returned to collapse in an exhausted heap deep in his body. Nathaniel's body was boneless and Jamil withdrew his hand from the mass of hair to curl around the pale heaving chest to support him. With a last caress his hand left the limp cock and turned on the facet, letting the water warm and washing Nathaniel's creamy cum down the drain.
Jamil wetted a soft washcloth and gently cleaned the leopard's cock and the smooth back that was splattered with his cooling seed. After running Nathaniel's hands under the warm flow of water, Jamil turned him to nestle the exhausted body against his side. Safely tucked under his shoulder, Jamil ran a soothing palm along Nathaniel's back while he focused his attention on Jason.

The blonde Were was collapsed on the floor, his cock limp and cum covering his belly and hand.

Jamil voice was hoarse as he asked,"Jason are you OK?"

Slumberous eyes fastened on him. "OK?..I'm fucking Fantastic."

"Well, I'm sure you could be," was Jamil's teasing reply.

"Is the hungry sex sucking thingy gone?"

"Oh, Yeah."

Jason tried to struggle to his feet and Jamil reached over and grasped under his elbow to aid the smaller man. Jason staggered the two steps to the sink and Jamil moved to the side to give him room. When Jason's cum coated hand stretched to the still running water, Jamil captured his wrist and lifted it to his lips. His tongue extended and thoroughly licked it clean, savoring the sweet salty taste. Lazy lavender eyes watched them in the mirror as Jason's gaze darkened and met Jamil's still burning one. His sexual hunger had been appeased by the lovely leopard but his body constantly yearned for the other werewolf.

Jamil released Jason's wrist and his hand retreated to curl around the back of the wolf's neck. He watched the young man clean himself and the tension in the room began to build all over again. Finally Jason was drying his hands and Jamil was helpless to curb the urge to press closer and crowd against the beautiful body of the blonde. Jason turned his taunt body into his and Jamil reveled in the skin to skin contact. His desperate gaze lowered to Jason's lips and he bent his head. Just a breath was separating their mouths when loud knocking echoed on the bedroom door. They all groaned when they heard Richard's voice.

Sometimes Jamil was tempted to beat his Ulfric senseless, this was one of them.


Hmm...to be continued?
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