Arrow Inferno
Chapter 107: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Soul mates!

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Will eventually withdrew and allowed Stan back on his feet. He stepped away from Stan as the warrior cleaned himself with his boxers. Will looked into Stan's eyes, not missing the frustration in those stunning blue depths. His knowing smirk only brought a growl from this mate.

"Is this my punishment for not telling you about my purchase?" He groaned as he watched Will move towards his desk.

"I wish I had the heart," Will chuckled as he opened one of Stan's drawers, took out a tube of lube, and tossed it at Stan. "I have plans for that bazooka between your legs." Without wasting time, Will kicked off his loafers and then stripped. Then with a teasing wriggle of his arse, he bent over the desk, opening himself to his gorgeous mate. "What are you waiting for, Stanislav?" he all but purred.

With an amused shake of his head, Stan went to his mate. "Have I told you how much I love you of late?" he breathed.

"You told me this morning," Will laughed. "You better hurry," he said, looking pointedly at Stan's engorged crown. "That thing looks like it's going to explode any second."

"And whose fault is that?" Stan grunted as he smacked his mate on the arse and kicked his feet apart. "Spread 'em soldier," Came the husky command.

Moments later, the erotic sounds of sex filled the office as Stan rutted against Will in a hot frenzy, massaging that bundle of nerves deep inside him with such skill his sphincter muscles trembled. Will couldn't suppress his cries as that thick, long cock stretched and worked him as if nothing else in the world mattered. He'd known the consequence of teasing Stan. And he was loving the outcome.

Will gripped the edge of the desk for support as his wide unfocused eyes locked on the mass of people busily dancing in the club. Although he knew they couldn't see him, it felt as though he was fucking right in their midst. And that naughty illicit set-up drove him wild. He gave as good as he got from Stan.

"Oh fuck, Will..." The warrior's breath hitched unexpectedly as his body stiffened. He was coming before he knew the orgasm was on him, gasping Will's name as pleasure racked his body violently. He filled his mate with his hot essence, screwing deep throughout his climax.

It was obvious that Stan was far from done with his mate. He continued to ream Will hard and thoroughly, his rhythm focused and precise. He angled deep, hitting that sweet spot again and again until Will was delirious with pleasure. He could have sworn his mate was thickening and lengthening even more within him with every thrust.

"My god, Stan..." Will moaned shakily, that feeling of being completely dominated and serviced at the same time totally mind-blowing.

Stan began to thrust faster, barely pulling out at all before slamming back in. He could hear whimpers and grunts, wasn't sure if they came from him or Will and didn't care. Almost as if he couldn't resist, he covered Will with his body and began to ruthlessly suck on his mark.

"Oh, shit..." Will cried out when he instantly felt his orgasm churn through him like a volcano that was about to erupt. He wished he could savour that exhilarating sensation that came before an orgasm a while longer but the pull was just impossible to resist. Stan took that orgasm from him as easily as he did everything else.

Will erupted against the desk with a primal cry just as Stan began to spurt hotly inside him for the second time. They were that in sync with each other. A low rumble vibrated through Stan's body as sheer ecstasy robbed him of coherent thought. Both men relished that heavenly rapture, so lost in ecstasy that neither gave a fuck about the mess they were making. It took them a while to descend from their euphoric high. They quietly basked in the aftermath of pleasure...until Will broke the silence.

"Get the fuck off me, I can't feel my legs," his soft growl made Stan laugh.

"Ask nicely and I might consider."

"Stan, come on..." Will laughed despite himself.

Stan got off Will and shrugged out of his shirt. "Come here," he instructed as he went to lie on his back in his plush couch and watched his mate stretch with a groan. "Don't tell me your bones have been liquefied." "Fuck you."

"Again?" Stan laughed, earning himself the finger from Will.

"We need to wash down, Stan," Will muttered, gesturing at his inner thighs which were wet with his mate's essence.

"I'm not done holding you." Stan opened his arms as Will got on top of him and rested his head comfortably on his chest. "Besides, I love the idea of my swimmers doing their own swimming competition inside you." He wrapped his arms around a chuckling Will and then pressed a kiss to his head. "We can take a shower later." Fortunately, he had a shower in the office. Stan tenderly ran his hand over Will's back, his contented smile never leaving his face. He couldn't help it. His mate made him so happy. "Thank you," Will breathed after a while.

"For the fuck?" Stan drawled and then promptly yelped when Will pulled on the hair on his chest. "The pleasure was mine," he said softly. "What am I going to do with it?" Will asked in a small voice, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. No one had given him such a gift before.

"Spend time there sometimes," Stan murmured. "You could even start a family tradition where the two of us and Sharon and her family would all gather there to spend time on some special days...say your mum's birthday..." he shrugged. "Or just rent it out. I've arranged for the property to be maintained," he added softly.

"Aw Stan..." Will sighed, briefly pressing his face to Stan's chest. Maintaining the property had been the main reason he and Sharon had decided to let it go. "You've thought of everything."

"Let's just say you're always in my thoughts...even when I have you in my sights."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," Will breathed.

"Now, that's something we can both agree on," Stan drawled, earning himself a smack from Will.

"We should spend some time there," Will toyed with Stan's nipple.

"We should."

"I have a work thing next Saturday." He pressed a kiss to Stan's chest. "How about the next Saturday?"

Stan had to stifle the groan that threatened to burst out. The Saturday his mate was suggesting was the same day their party had been scheduled to take place. The party, which was supposed to have been a surprise for both of them initially, was just to bring their families and close friends together to have fun with them and share in their joy. But after Paige's slip, it was going to be a surprise for just Will. Paige, Jeremy, and Paige had planned the ultimate party to the shock of Stan. Both human and supernatural beings were expected to show up and have fun together. In the initial plan, his friends had thrown caution to the wind and settled on the pack house as the venue. But Stan had changed it to PAWZ since the club was big enough and people could also have 'normal' fun there as compared to the pack house. His plan was to close the club to the public on that day to make way for the three hundred invited guests. Well, he needed to come up with a good excuse for why he couldn't spend time in his mate's childhood home with him as he was requesting.

"PAWZ is to be fumigated on that day." Stan managed to sound regretful. "I would have to be around to ensure they do a good job. How about the Saturday after?" "Cool." Will knew how his mate always wanted to ensure that nothing was amiss. He called it paying attention to detail. "Feeling sleepy," he yawned.

"So sleep." Stan ran his fingers through Will's hair. "Could use some sleep too actually."

"And your friends?"

"Came to have fun," Stan muttered. "They don't need me. I've sent Jim a message to alert me if I'm needed. The perks of having werewolves on your team." He chuckled. "Facts."