Arrow Inferno
Chapter 67: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Having the hots!

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Will took out his phone but his eyes remained on Stan who was stripping. The man looked like a perfect sculpture of some sex god, Will couldn't help but think. Tall, muscular, broad-chested, narrow-hipped, powerful thighs, and...gloriously, hard. Stan was rarely soft around him so Will wasn't surprised at all. The man just made him weak.

"Will you join me after your call?" Stan asked, effectively drawing Will's eyes off his cock and back to his face which held an amused smirk. At Will's surprised look, he raised a brow questioningly, "What?"

"I never dreamt I'd ever hear Stanley Norris invite me to take a shower with him." He chuckled.

"Just a shower." Stan laughed as he went to lock the door. "Nothing more. We're not done talking." He started for the bathroom. "Besides, the cat is already out of the bag anyway so I wouldn't have to hold back." "You mean the wolf," Will smirked as he dialed Jackson's number.

Stan was almost done with his shower by the time Will joined him. He left the shower and went to brush his teeth as Will took his turn. When Will came back into the room, Stan was already sitting in bed with his back against the headboard. He wore grey boxer briefs and a white t-shirt he'd found in the closet.

Unlike Stan, Will opted for only a pair of boxers. Stan watched him as he went to the fridge and took out some ice and a bottle of coke. He grabbed a glass and a bottle of whiskey which he showed to Stan. "Want a drink?"

"No, thanks."

Stan watched Will as he approached the bed with his drink, his muscles rippling as he moved. His mate's sexy body and intoxicating scent made his mouth water. How he wanted him. His body ached with his need, both physical and emotional. But for the fact that they were not done talking, he would have been all over that body like a stripper on a fucking pole.

"You're staring at the wolf," Will stated the obvious as he placed his drink on the bedside table and grabbed the television's remote.

"I missed it," Stan murmured, his eyes on the tattoo on Will's chest.

"Now I understand your obsession with it." Will laughed as he turned on the TV and left it on the music channel where there was a special feature on Elvis Presley. "You are always on my mind" he sang along to the tune that was playing. "This is a great song."

"It's a classic." Stan laughed softly as he watched Will do the fist-pump-head-bob kind of dance that guys who didn't know how to dance were noted for.

"My dad loved classics. He used to play them all the time. My favourite was Barry White's 'You're the first, the last, my everything'. That song gives me a fucking hard-on." Will grunted as he got onto the bed.

Stan filed that information away in his memory. "I can't wait to meet your wolf," Stan's voice dropped, becoming huskier.

"My wolf...oh you mean when I... That scares me, to be honest." He settled against the headboard beside Stan and took a sip of his drink. "You've gotta promise me I'm not going to die from the change. Gaia did say some people don't make it."

To say that Stan was blown away by his mate's words would be putting it mildly. By that statement, not only had Will given his consent to be turned, but he'd also shown that he trusted his word.

"A low percentage." Stan croaked. "Usually humans."

"But I am human."

"With a supernatural gift. You'll be fine."

"I just want your promise." Will insisted.

"And you'd believe me if I promise?" Stan couldn't erase the bemused look off his face.

"Yeah, I would." Will nodded, the look on his face showing how sure but at the same time, surprised he was at his own answer. "Somehow I know you won't let me down if you promise me something."

Stan found himself kissing Will before he even knew what he was doing. When the kiss ended, blue eyes locked with hazel ones. Then Stan promised: "I promise to do everything I can to ensure you come out of the change alive and well. And you don't have to be scared because I'll be with you every step of the way."

"Cool. Just know that my ghost will haunt you for the rest of your beasty life if I die."

"Oh, I know how the Williams ghosts operate." Stan laughed softly and then entwined his fingers with Will's left hand which wasn't occupied with his drink. "Wouldn't want to cross any of you. I want to meet Sharon if you don't mind." "I don't." Will watched their entwined fingers as he took a sip. "I'd love for you to meet her. She already thinks you're an angel. If only she knew." He turned his head and nuzzled Stan's ear, his warm breath causing Stan's body to tingle. "Oh, but I am." Stan moaned as sensations rippled down his spine.

"Yeah, right." Will scoffed and then began to trace the outer shell of Stan's ear with the tip of his tongue. He gave a naughty grin when Stan shuddered. "We could pass through Shay's in the morning. Then go to the pack house from there." He suggested, his lips moving to Stan's neck.

"That'd be great." Stan's eyes drifted shut as he tilted his head to give Will's naughty mouth better access to his neck. He cursed when his phone rang.

"Who would be calling you at this time of the night?" Will murmured but didn't stop his sensual caress.

"Probably work," Stan grunted as he reached for his phone.

"Work at this time?" Will lightly bit on his neck.

"Fuck!" Stan moaned as he looked at the screen of his phone. It was Kate. "Talk to me." He growled into the phone even as he drew Will onto his lap to straddle him.

"That's a woman," Will murmured as he licked the other side of Stan's neck.

"As I said, work." Stan rasped. He was hard as hell. "I'm talking to someone else. Go on." He said to Kate who was busy giving an account of rogues who had been caught in the pack's woods. "Almost two a. m." Will mumbled. "A woman calls. And it's work. Got it." He downed his drink and took a small cube of ice into his mouth before reaching out to put the glass on the bedside table.

Stan heard Will perfectly but didn't react. What Kate was talking about was important so he didn't have any choice but to listen. He watched through half-closed eyes as Will slid off his lap to lie between his legs. Stan had to stifle a groan when his naughty mate released his hard leaking cock through the front opening of his boxers and flashed him the most devilish smile. He shook his head warningly but Will looked determined to do whatever he had in mind.

The werewolf released a strangled breath when Will slowly ran the wet head of his cock along the outline of his lips, his teasing gaze locked on his. His eyes flared in pleasure when Will flicked the tip of his tongue against the tiny ridge that connected the underside of his cock to the head. He wanted to capture that wicked tongue and suck on it but...

"The code is #-6-9." He grunted in answer to Kate's question even as he savoured the pleasurable sensations of feeling Will's wicked tongue flicking back and forth along that spot chocked full of nerves.

Stan heard the sound of teeth crushing ice just as Will's head dipped...and in the next instant, he felt the startlingly cool mouth close over his weeping crown.

"Holy fuck!" he was unable to suppress his groan. Will's mouth was giving him an indescribably tingling feeling that was like nothing he'd ever felt.

"Stan?" Stan heard Kate call his name curiously.

"Soccer." Stan rasped as his eyes drifted close in ecstasy. "Idiots are spoiling chances. What did they say when you asked?"

"Soccer? Really?"

"Just answer the damn question, Kate," Stan rasped, not caring at all that his head of warriors didn't believe him. At that point, the feel of his mate's wet mouth on him trumped everything.