Arrow Inferno
Chapter 13: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Danger and charm… Soothing!

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Stan knew his massage was working when a tiny moan escaped Will's parted lips. That sound sent fire racing hot and demanding through him, causing havoc down south. But he ignored the pulsing need and concentrated on his mate. That was definitely not the time to compound his mate's woes. The most important thing that moment was to give his mate some relief.

Stan thought his massage was working just fine until those hazel eyes dropped to his lips to stare with so much longing in them. He was so shocked his thumbs paused in their movement for a second before resuming. He stifled the urge to groan in protest when Will's eyes fluttered shut, robbing him of the raw heat in that look.

"I need to go take a shower," Will said abruptly, his voice breathless. He didn't wait for Stan to stop his lust-inducing massage. He reached behind him and opened his door, entered, and then shut it behind him. "Oh shit!" Will groaned when his eyes dropped to his groin. Where the fuck did that come from, he screamed in his head. Fuck! This isn't happening.

But unfortunately, it was. Will's breath came out harshly. He knew he was hyperventilating but couldn't stop it. He'd never had such feelings towards a man before. In college, he and his friends had indulged in the usual circle wanks but nothing more. He was into women so why was this even happening to him, he raged inside. Maybe he was horny because of the dangerous situation he'd found himself in earlier. He was noted for his penchant for getting horny after dangerous missions. But if he was honest with himself, that wasn't the first time he'd gotten hard around the crazy instructor. Admittedly he thought the man was pleasing on the eye but the last thing he expected was for his cock to take notice. Stan wasn't a woman for fuck's sake!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He swore as he slid down against the door until his butt touched the floor.

He didn't know what to think. Clearly, his trips to Akua weren't helping at all. He'd just imagined how the guy's lips would feel against his for goodness sake. What was that? Where from all those alien feelings? He heard his phone ping and left his spot on the floor to go and check whether something would distract him. It was a message from Stan saying he'd warmed his food so he should come and eat after his shower.

"Think of the fucking devil," Will muttered under his breath and started for the bathroom, stripping as he went. "Fuck my life!"

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In the dining hall, Stan waited for Will. He was hungry. Thanks to Will he hadn't been able to eat his kill. Just as he'd started digging into that juicy antelope, he's smelt Will and abandoned it. But even though he felt hunger, he didn't think he could eat anything. That blatant need shown by his mate, albeit unintentionally, had affected him more than he wished to admit. Being around Will hadn't been easy. He'd had to constantly fight his need. Unfortunately, those intense sexual desires only increased by the hour. Not only did he already care deeply for the handsome soldier but he also found him so damn sexy. And it certainly felt good to know that Will felt some attraction towards him. He must be doing something right, Stan chuckled. His aim, after his talk with his friends, had been to make Will come to him. The last thing he wanted was for Will to feel he was forcing himself on him. He didn't want the soldier raising an alarm or getting violent towards him.

It had indeed been difficult watching him get sexual with whoever he was seeing in town. His first instinct had been to go into town, find that person, and eliminate her...permanently. But he'd told himself to bide his time. Will was his. And he was eventually going to belong to just him. No need for violence. To say he'd impressed himself with the level of self-discipline he'd shown would be an understatement. Apart from the fact that he wanted to make his friends and pack proud of him, it wasn't every time a werewolf received a direct directive from an Alpha of all Alphas. Yes, Jeremy was his friend, but he was also the head of all Alphas. In as much as it was a privilege to be addressed directly by the guy, it would be dangerous to ignore his directives.

His wolf had almost given him a heart attack with that stunt he'd pulled that evening. In the end, it had taken the fright on Will's face to stop the brute and not his own fervent pleas. His wolf not listening to him had been annoying but he was thankful that Will had saved the day. And he definitely knew more about his mate thanks to his one-sided chat with his wolf. He couldn't wait to meet his sister. He hoped his mother would get well soon because from the way he'd talked about her, he was very much attached to her. He heard Will's door open and called out,

"In here."

Stan watched as Will entered the dining room. He was also in sweats and a t-shirt which Stan found a bit strange. He was used to seeing Will in just boxer briefs at night. Too bad.

"It smells good," Stan commented when Will took the lid off his meal of yam balls, gravy, and grilled fish.

"I really don't feel hungry." He mumbled as he stared down at his food.

"You've gotta eat."

"You're a fine one to talk." Will scoffed. "You never eat any evening meal."

"Habit." Stan shrugged with an amused glint in his eye. If only the soldier knew about the huge 'meals' he'd been having in the evenings...

"This is too much." He muttered as he cut into a ball. "I hate to waste food. Eat with me?"

"No."

"Even if that will make me eat?" Will raised an eyebrow.