Arrow Inferno
Chapter 25: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Danger and charm… Desire!

In his room, Stan was showered and in bed working on his laptop when the knock came. "Yeah?" He called out.

"I shouldn't have taken that shower," Will said as he entered. "Can't sleep." He hopped onto Stan's desk and relaxed his feet on the chair. "A Jazz lover huh?" He commented on the low jazz that was playing on Stan's laptop.

"I like to listen to cool jazz when I'm working," Stan murmured, his gaze on Will. He could smell the enticing pheromones in the air around his mate and see the need in his eyes. Even as he wondered what had brought that on Stan felt an answering desire blazing through his body and centering in his groin. "Shit."

"What?"

"Nothing." Stan shut the laptop, cutting off the music.

"I was enjoying that."Stan opened his laptop and allowed the soothing jazz tunes to fill the room. Then he moved off his stomach to sit on the bed. Damn, he's fine, he couldn't help but think as he watched his mate. And when his wolf responded, and he's all ours, Stan couldn't suppress his proud chuckle.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" He hadn't bothered wearing his usual sweats after his shower. He was in boxer briefs and a t-shirt. "Anything on your mind?"

You, Will thought but aloud he said, "I think that cold shower stole my sleep that's all. Done with your work?"

"No, but it can wait." Stan left the bed and started moving towards Will. with an easy sexy stride that was undeniably virile and so hot.

"You're here." He added huskily, his intense gaze filled with so much heat it was as if he wanted to eat Will alive.

"It wasn't my intention to distract you," Will said hoarsely as Stan pushed the chair out of the way and stepped between his legs.

"I can go," he breathed, completely seduced by the smoldering look in Stan's eyes. His breath quickened and his tongue came out to lick suddenly dry lips.

"You don't want that." Stan's voice had dropped into that deep, familiar. timbre that always sent a delicious shiver down Will's spine. "You have successfully distracted me. Now tell me what you want."

To say Will was unnerved by Stan's close proximity would an understatement. He was completelyoverwhelmed by the man's sheer physical magnetism and the blatant smoldering desire that burned in those captivating blue eyes. He tried not to show just how much he was affected by the man but from the knowing look in those eyes, it was obvious that Stan already knew. Will wanted him like he'd never wanted another person.

"Stan..." It was a helpless groan. His body was thrumming with need so intense he swayed towards Stan involuntarily when he lifted a hand to caress his cheek. "Don't play with me." His whispered words were laced with a warning. He didn't think he could take it again if Stan kissed him and left him hot and bothered like he always did.

"Who says I want to play with you?" Stan's gaze fell from his mate's heavy-lidded eyes to the tattoo on his chest. His hand dropped from Will's face to his chest to stroke his tattoo so gently it was almost as if he was petting the wolf. "It's beautiful.

"He leaned in and kissed one of the wolf's eyes, and then the other, feeling the intense shiver that sizzled through his mate at the touch of his lips against his skin. Stan kissed every inch of that tattoo until he got to Will's hardened nipple. Then his tongue came out to play. When that hot, wet tip flicked against the taut nipple, Will jerked and moaned uncontrollably at the thrill of sensations that coursed through him. His eyelids slid closed as Stan worked that sensitive nub. "Stan..." He gasped as blood rushed everywhere, pulling in between his thighs. He was so hard it was almost painful.

Stan stroked his rough tongue across that peak with long, leisurely licks, sucking it, worrying it, and biting gently on it until Will couldn't control his moans. The rhythmic tugs on his nipple felt so amazing he could feel himself leak as shivers chased one another down his spine.

"Oh shit," His head fell back in abandon as one of his hands move to the back of Stan's head to hold him there and the other went between his legs to squeeze his leaking cock.

When Stan felt Will moving him to the other nipple, he went eagerly. He gave the neglected peak a hot suction, swirling his rough tongue around it and giving it tender bites that had Will begging for more. One moment he was enjoying Stan's mouth on him and in the next moment, Will felt himself moving.

Stan had picked him up effortlessly as though he weighed nothing and was taking him to the bed. When his back hit the bed, he reached out to grab Stan's t-shirt and pulled him on top of him. Then he rolled them so that he was on top. Then the soldier leaned down, desperately seeking those lips that he'd grown so addicted to. He took that mouth in a searing kiss.

Will didn't just control that kiss, he completely took over, leaving no doubt at all about who was setting the pace. Stan opened to him, accepted the hungry thrust of his tongue and kissed him. Both moaned into the kiss and swallowed each other's hungry sounds.

Will didn't think he'd ever been that aroused. His need for release was so intense he wasn't ready to allow Stan to walk away and leave him high and dry. Not this time! When he reached down to push down Stan's boxers and his sweats, the werewolf was too far gone on their kiss to even notice. But when his mate's hot cock which was slick with precum touched his equally hard one, Stan felt it.

"Shit, Will..." Stan tore his mouth away and gasped. The electrifying sensation that he felt at that first touch was like nothing he'd ever experienced. But then he also felt that familiar energy burst within... felt that tingle in his gums and knew he had to stop Will.

"No, wait," he groaned but Will was having none of that.

"Shhhh... Not gonna hurt you." He rasped against Stan's lips.

"Just let me..." He held each of Stan's wrists and pinned them to the bed, effectively restraining him.

The desperation in the soldier's voice was pure. And the way his breath seesawed in and out of his chest indicated that he wasn't perfectly in control. But Stan wasn't worried about being hurt by his mate. He was rather worried about what he could do to his mate if he didn't control himself.

The good thing was that in as much as he wanted to be careful not to trigger a bite, he knew that the possibility would be lower if he wasn't in control of what was going on. It was also obvious that his mate needed this. His best bet, therefore, was to relax and accept what his mate was doing. That way, he could concentrate on controlling his own self.