Dark Wolf Wanting

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

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Dark Wolf Wanting 3


At the interruption Jamil muttered something nasty in French. He saw Jason's startlement. Either the young blonde had been around Jean-Claude long enough to understand the phrase or Jason was just surprised that the other man was fluent in French. It didn't sound like the packmaster was leaving so Jamil snagged his briefs from the bathroom floor and slipped them on.

He opened the bedroom door and entered the hallway to face his Ulfric, closing it firmly behind him. Jamil could tell from Richard's expression that he was surprised at his Skoll's presence. His packmaster had a sated sleepy look on his face and Jamil surmised that things had gone well between him and Anita. The dark Were's sharp nose also detected the scent of Jean-Claude and male semen that wasn't Richard's. His eyebrow rose in an inquiring manner as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the closed door.

Richard frowned and Jamil saw his nostril's flare as well. Jamil was careful not to let any amusement show at Richard's puzzled expression.

"Umm...I talked to Jean-Claude and he said something about Nathaniel having to deal with the Ardeur?"

"I handled it." Jamil's face was perfect bodyguard bland. He waited.

"Well, that's good....I wanted to talk to Jason."

Richard stepped forward and Jamil straightened but refused to step away from the door.

"He's resting."

"Jamil, I need to talk to Jason." Richard's voice was firm.

"And you can...later," Jamil's voice was equally firm.

Richard made another forward motion, obviously expecting his Skoll to step aside. He halted when he heard Jamil's tone, soft with a dangerous inflection.

"Do you really think you can toss me out of your way?"

Jamil was grimly pleased to note that Richard's happy sated look was fading.

Jamil continued,"When he's feeling better you can speak to him, I assume it's to apologize?"

It was clear that his packmaster did not want to share his thoughts, but at Jamil's hard expression he reconsidered.

"Yeah, I am...for several things."

Jamil was relieved to hear this. He was also glad when his Ulfric face brightened.

"I think Anita's going to agree to be my Lupa again."

Jamil let his expression relax and a grin spread, careful to hide his doubts. Then he grew serious.

"The Pack should have a formal treaty with the Pard, it's not fair for all the leopards in St.Louis to have to rely on you two's tempers."

Richard frowned and then sighed in agreement.

"That would be nice," Was the droll comment from Micah.

Both wolves started. 'Damn' thought Jamil, 'that cat could be quiet.'

Jamil said hello to the Nimar-Raj of the city's Pard while Richard just nodded a greeting. Micah was dressed in jeans and a red polo shirt that smelled faintly of Anita. If he could detect and recognize the scent there was little doubt that Richard did as well. Jamil wondered if the clothing choice had been deliberate, it was subtle just like the Alpha leopard. The other man's smaller frame almost disguised the sleek muscles and Jamil knew from recent fighting practice that Micah had attended with most of his leopards that pure power was hidden as well.

The door opened behind him and Nathaniel squeezed out. Micah and Richard stared at the young redhead and Jamil turned his head to look as well. Nathaniel's auburn hair was wild and the open front of the guest robe he had found in the room revealed the healing pink scratches adorning his chest. And if Richard's expression had appeared sated it was nothing when compared to the wereleopard's. Nathaniel hugged the robe tighter to himself and remained partly behind the more massive dark werewolf. His eyes had a wary look in them.

Richard sighed again. "Nathaniel I apologize for my behavior earlier and in the past." He said with a slightly lost and embarrassed expression.

"That's OK...as long as it doesn't continue," Said the now bold wereleopard. Jamil guessed that his own presence and that of the Nimar-Raj helped.

Richard nodded and there was an awkward silence. It was broken by Micah asking how Nathaniel was and if the young man was ready to go home. Nathaniel reassured his Pardleader and edged around Jamil, pausing to glance up with shy lavender eyes.

Jamil reached out and slid his hand under the mass of Nathaniel's hair to cup the back of his neck. His fingers felt the healing scabs from his earlier bite and he squeezed gently but firmly. Jamil loved the little mewl Nathaniel made and his mouth swept down to steal a short fierce kiss. He wasn't sure what had prompted him, maybe the wistful expression on the leopard's face or curiosity on Richard's reaction. The glazed lavender eyes and strangled sound from the other wolf was reward enough. When the leopards left, Richard was swift to join them. Jamil grinned and turned to re-enter the bedroom. Finally.

Jamil closed the door and leaned back against it, gazing at the handsome blonde werewolf sprawled on the bed waiting for him. Jason had turned on the bedside lamps and pushed down the sheet and bedspread to the footboard. He lay on the navy sheet, his skin appearing more golden in the soft light and against the dark color. He had placed a small accent pillow across his groin, two corner tassels arranged coyly on his thighs, one around his navel the last disappearing between his slightly spread legs. Jason's bright blue eyes twinkled mischievously and he drawled,"Come and get it big guy."

In movement to fast to see Jamil was across the room, on the bed and had flipped Jason over. The young man had barely time for a short yelp. When Jamil flipped the smaller man he had made sure that taunting pillow had stayed in place and now it was trapped between Jason and the bed. He crouched over the younger Were on his hands and knees and one hand moved to firmly press down between Jason's shoulder blades when the other tried to rise.

"Foreplay...Hey..Hey..I'm not an expert on guy/guy stuff but foreplay would be a good thing."

Jamil glimpsed wild looking blue eyes trying to look over a smooth tanned shoulder. Jason sounded a tad nervous now.

"Hush, mon loup..nothing is going to happen until you beg for it."

Jason was instantly his usually cocky self."Reaalllyyyy, well you might have to wait awhile, I am fammoouusss for my self-control in matters of a sensual nature."

Jamil just snorted as a reply. Then he slowly breathed in the wonderful scent of ...Jason. He crouched lower and buried his nose into the short silkiness of Jason's hair, nuzzling it for long moments. Then he moved to Jason's neck, his ear, his shoulder. Jamil's exploring was unhurried as he learned all the tiny differences of smell and texture of the werewolf's skin using his nose, the brush of his lips and sometimes the tips of his fingers. His face nuzzling in the short curls under Jason's arms earned him giggles, wiggles and the label of 'pervert'. Undeterred he continued over the smooth muscles of the blonde's back taking special care of the shallow indention of Jason's spine. Remembering the feel of his cock cradled in Nathaniel's spine he began a soft rumbling growl that vibrated over the sensitive skin. Jason shivered in reaction and his constant chatter dwindled away.

Jamil admitted to himself that smell and touch would not be enough to satisfy his hunger, he wondered if anything would. But taste would be a nice addition. In a long swipe his tongue traced up Jason's spine causing the man pinned beneath him to moan. He sucked on the curve of the Were's neck and his tongue tip explored the tender skin under each shoulder blade before returning down, more slowly, the channel of Jason's spine. At the very end of the blonde's tailbone his tongue explored the dimple before the shadowy crease of Jason's tempting ass. The usually talkative wolf had his face buried in a pillow uttering small whimpering sounds.

Crouching on his knees, Jamil knew his warm panting breath was fanning over the sensitive skin of the blonde's buttocks. But he paused and reached his fingers to explore the smooth tanned muscles of Jason's calves. He shifted down so he could nuzzle and lick the back of Jason's knees remembering that they had seemed ultra sensitive in that tormenting shower. His strong hands had to grip Jason's calves and hold him down for this sensual exploration. Jason actually reared up on his hands and threw back his head to howl at the ceiling. Then an incoherent begging started, begging that Jason had so smugly scoffed at. And Jamil hadn't even touched his front yet.

Sitting back on his heels, Jamil let the smaller man recover as his gaze feasted on the blonde's backside, fascinated by the sleek muscles under smooth golden skin. And he knew he had to discover every inch. When Jason declared him a 'sadist' Jamil determined that the other werewolf was sufficiently recovered and shifted to wedge one knee between Jason's. The blonde had had them pressed together while Jamil had been straddling them, now the dark wolf wanted more access.

"Spread your legs for me," Was his demand in a dangerous growling tone.

A bright blue eye peeked over a shoulder at him. It had a mischievous glint. Neither Jamil nor his beast wanted to play games, that could wait for another time.

"Or tell me to leave."

Instantly the eye looked serious and Jason slowly parted his thighs watching Jamil's face as he did so. When they were wide enough he placed both of his knees between them and bent low, his hard hands gripping them firmly, spreading them more. There, with the tassel tangled over them, were Jason's balls and Jamil used his hot breath to blow the thin strands aside. When the smooth shaven skin of Jason's scrotum was completely bared Jamil's tongue tip did a leisurely exploration. Nuzzles, soft nips and licks explored the sensitive skin of Jason's inner thighs and sack. With his tongue he lifted the tightening balls up and drew them into the wet warmth of his mouth sucking gently. Jamil began a steady rhythm and Jason's hips bucked helplessly into the pillow trapped beneath him as Jamil's braids caressed the backs of his thighs. All during his mouth's tormenting journey his hard hands restlessly kneaded the curves of the young Were's ass as he tired to ignore his own aching erection.

A weak, "Please stop" caused him to reluctantly release the hardening balls cradled in his mouth.

Besides there was more bounty that was uncharted. Jamil's nose nuzzled in the shadowy crease as his hands stroked down the back of Jason's thighs and back up to knead again the other's wolf's buttocks. His thumbs pressed the ass cheeks apart and his tongue found the pink furl hidden there. At Jason's almost incoherent urgings he flicked and probed. He used his tongue tip to lightly move back and forth across the sensitive opening before rimming the rosette and making it shiny with his saliva. Like most alphas Jamil had complete control over his body and with concentration he caused his tongue to lengthen and thicken. He slowly eased it inside of Jason's forbidden warmth and the smaller wolf started whimpering. When Jason tried to arch back and impale himself on the wet intrusion the larger wolf pressed him firmly down. His face buried between Jason's buttocks, Jamil starting stroking with his altered tongue and Jason's groin began grinding into the pillow beneath him as his hands clawed at the ones near his head.

Hearing Jason's urgent pleas Jamil knew the other man's release was threatening and the dark wolf did not want that damn pillow to receive his treasure. In a powerful but gentle motion Jamil flipped Jason to his back and crouched between his trembling thighs. He only had a fleeting glimpse to admire the rosy flush of Jason's swelling shaft dripping with pre cum before his head swooped down to delicately engulf the straining length into his mouth. Only three slow sucks were need to make Jason's shuddering release empty into his waiting mouth as the other wolf's howls echoed around the bedroom. Jamil greedily swallowed as his tongue milked Jason's cock for every last drop. A weak slapping at his braids finally caused him to draw back and rest on his heels to stare at his lover. Jason's concave belly was raising and falling with the strength of his panting breaths and his eyes were closed as fine tremors shimmered over his skin.

Now that he was not distracted by the beauty of the blonde who lay recovering before him, his own shaft screamed for release. Jamil yanked down the front of his bikini briefs and his swollen length sprung free. With a few firm strokes with one of his hands the other cupped his own balls as he looked down at his new lover. Jamil's own orgasm ripped through him and creamy semen arched and spilled onto the other man's stomach. Jason's name was a growl deep in his chest as Jamil came in shuddering waves of sensation. He rocked forward and his hands braced himself before he fell onto the smaller man. Jason was stubborn and wanted closeness so Jamil felt strong hands in his braids pulling him down but he managed to roll to the side as he collapsed. Jamil reached down and pushed his briefs down his hips and thighs to kick them off as he cuddled next to an exhausted Jason. As his young wolf fell asleep Jamil hand caressed his stomach and it was only coincidence that his palm smoothed his seed into the taut skin. Jamil knew it would be a bitch to clean off later but Jason smelling of him and sex was something that appeased a dark hunger deep in him. His beast sated and happy, his body pressed tight against his lover, Jamil fell asleep, for the first time in years...not alone.


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