Arrow Inferno
Chapter 39: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Losing control!

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"There can't be a part two when your part one hasn't reached its climax." He reached up to wipe the sweat off Stan's forehead. "Pun so intended." He drawled sexily. "Have you always been this handsome?" Will said teasingly, his eyes caressing the sexy man on top of him. Yes, he knew Stan was an attractive man but somehow, he was looking even more so to him that very moment. The strength of his muscled form, the hard abs, that taut and flat belly, and his lean hips made him so sexily virile and breathtaking. "Never noticed. Fuck!" His eyes shut briefly as he savoured the feel of Stan moving within him.

"I'm not. It's just my cock affecting your eyes."

"Fuck you." Will laughed breathlessly, thrusting up to meet Stan's strokes. "You sure do use it well."

"I aim to please." Stan, leaned down to press a kiss against the tattooed wolf on Will's chest.

The need to climax was great but more than that, Stan wanted to watch his mate lose it. He cupped a firm hand around Will's thigh and pushed it higher, opening him up for deeper thrusts. With erotic skill, his pelvis fired away, surging through that nerve-rich tissue of Will's and hitting that pleasure button dead-on.

"Shit..." Will never thought it was possible to derive so much pleasure from a cock. And this time, it was pure pleasure with no hint of pain. Apart from the pleasure he was getting from having his cock massaged between the two of them, whatever Stan was hitting inside him felt insanely rapturous. "You're going to make me come again." Will sounded shocked, his glazed eyes staring up into Stan's in awe. "Sure you haven't done this before?"

"I could ask you the same. You're destroying my control." Stan's seductive voice had dropped into a deep and unfamiliar timbre. The sensations that assailed his sense as he fucked into his mate were unlike anything he'd ever known. The temptation to let go and simply ride the wave of hazy delight was huge. "Gotta stay in control." Stan sounded drunk...drunk on ecstasy. He felt himself drifting but somehow, Will's eyes kept him grounded.

Will couldn't look away from Stan's eyes. There was something wild, naughty, and unadulterated about looking into Stan's eyes as he explored the most intimate part of his body. He was sure it was because of the angle of the light but Stan's eyes were no longer blue but rather...gold? Strange but he felt he'd seen those eyes lots of times. He was mesmerized by the fire in them. It was as if they could see into his very soul.

"Your eyes..." Will gave a drawn-out moan and arched his back when he felt that familiar tingle. "They're beaut...oh fuck!" His words trailed off into a gasp when the pressure suddenly began to build fast. It was everywhere: in his stomach, balls, spine, head, cock...and neither of them had even touched his damn cock. "Holy shit, I'm coming..."

Stan felt the intense ripples around his cock, saw his mate's eyes roll back as he unraveled in his arms, and felt his chest expand with pride, tenderness, and contentment. He wasn't surprised at all when his orgasm slammed into him. What surprised him was its intensity. His growls and groans were animalistic and primal as he plunged mindlessly into Will's spasming channel, riding out the contractions as it hungrily milked his cock.

Both men felt the heat, the power, and the euphoric pull that were usually part of the emotions felt when mates had sex for the first time. For the werewolf, it was different and intense but only to be expected. But for the human, the feelings were inexplicable and so overwhelming he needed a grasp on reality. Will reached for that reality the only way he could; he took Stan's mouth in a kiss that shook the werewolf to the very core...completely robbing him of any control that he had left.

The effort of trying to keep his beast at bay by ensuring that he was in control of his senses had been huge. Stan had fought the rising tide of insanity that had threatened to take him over every second he stayed inside his mate. And for a moment, he felt he had succeeded. Until that kiss. He lost it!

Stan's last coherent thought was about the irony of it all. Will had unknowingly averted getting bitten twice. Once with his silly pleas, and the other, with his declaration of love. Now with a kiss, he was going to get it! Stan's mouth left Will's and began to trail across his cheek, his fangs elongating as he moved. By the time his mouth got to Will's neck, those fangs had fully dropped.

With an inhuman growl, the beast struck!

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When Stan ended their kiss, Will had been too delirious from all the sensations roiling through him to protest. He'd never felt anything that powerful. He couldn't seem to stop coming for fuck's sake. One moment he was savouring the sweet spiraling pleasure, in the next moment he felt teeth biting into his neck.

"What the fuck!" Will squeaked. He tried to move away from those teeth but couldn't because Stan's grip on his head was tight. "Stan!" It was just a whisper. But it was filled with shock, confusion, panic, and distress. And that was what Stan heard.

Stan heard his name on his mate's lips and struggled to regain control...knew he had to gain that control back. A lot depended on that. His fangs were still in the process of sinking into Will's neck. To turn a human into a werewolf, a werewolf with good intentions, had to gently and slowly sink the fangs very deep into the human and then wait for the venom to seep into the bloodstream of the human.

Stan didn't even finish sinking to the depth that was required. He withdrew before the venom could be released. But he'd broken skin and that meant some blood since Will couldn't heal, which also meant a wound. He pulled out of Will and stared down at him with unfocused eyes.

"Shit!" That single word held a horde of emotions. It conveyed desperation, anger...at himself, regret, and most of all dread. He'd fucked up and he knew it! "I'm so sorry, Will." Stan sounded broken. "What the fuck was that?" Will moved to sit up as his hand went to his neck.

Stan panicked. He reached out to a point behind Will's neck and applied some pressure. The soldier went out cold.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Stan let out an anguished scream and he buried his face in Stan's neck, not minding at all that he was smearing himself with blood. For a long time, all he did was scream.

Stan eventually let go of Will and got out of bed. His mind raced as he mechanically removed the condom, tied it, and tossed it into the bin. He wasn't an alpha so his tongue didn't have any healing properties. The blood wasn't a problem because it wasn't much. Unlike a vampire whose bite to a neck was aimed at draining the victim, a werewolf's bite was rather meant to transmit so the blood spill was usually not as much. What worried Stan that very moment was the wound that was bound to remain. With no wound, he could try and convince Will that it had all been a dream...or something. He hated the idea of deceiving his mate but that would be a better option under the circumstances. Will needed to heal somehow.

"Fuck!"

Unfortunately, the only person that Stan knew who was closer and also had healing abilities was a very dangerous predator. It would be very risky to bring such a person anywhere near Will in his current state but that seemed to be his best bet. He was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. He just had to choose the most reliable course of action.

With a resigned groan, Stan reached for his phone.