Arrow Inferno
Chapter 84: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Rapturous consummation!

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In the bathroom, both men brushed their teeth and then stepped into the shower. They bathed each other with a sense of urgency. With soap-slicked hands, each glided over the other's body, ensuring that they were both clean from head to toe. And the entire time, Will's eyes feasted on Stan hungrily. His blatant display of irrepressible lust earned him intermittent kisses and knowing smirks from the warrior.

Immediately after they stepped out of the shower, Will started kissing Stan hotly. He wouldn't even allow Stan to grab towels for them. As they kissed, Will propelled Stan backward into the room and onto the bed, wet body and all. "Move up." Will rasped, his eyes glazed with heated lust.

Stan moved up and promptly gasped when Will flipped him onto his stomach. Will began to drop tiny kisses down Stan's back until he got to his arse. Although the warrior instinctively knew what was about to happen... knew that his mate was going to take him, he still froze when he felt the warm caress of his mate's breath on his arse cheeks.

"Relax," Will murmured as he reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. "And arch that arse for me." That voice...

Stan laughed despite himself. And then he did as he'd been instructed. Will's kisses didn't stop as he poured a generous amount of lube into the cleft between those firm cheeks. Then a finger followed, rubbing the slick around the tight star. "Will..." Stan felt Will's throbbing heat moving against his leg and shivered with anxiety.

"I need this." The soldier rasped as he moved up to suck on Stan's earlobe. "You did give your consent earlier today in that elevator." A finger slipped inside Stan as he spoke, drawing a groan of discomfort from the warrior.

"That was four days, you tyrant." Stan gasped but didn't pull away from the finger. "What?" Will's shock didn't stop him from adding a second finger. Stan stayed put.

"You've been asleep for the past three days, Sleeping Beauty," Stan grunted. He took in a deep breath and braced himself when he felt the fingers leaving his body.

"Remind me to check today's date after this." Will husked as he assumed the ultimate position of dominance and lined himself up with Stan's puckered opening. "We will take our time and do this with the required romance and shit later," he growled low in his throat as he began to apply pressure. "Right now, I just need to fuck and can't promise to be gentle. I think it's time you took your own advice." "Which one?"

"Breathe and push out..."

"Fuck you, Ian Wil...oh shit!" Stan's cussing turned into a gasp when Will entered him with a silent pop. His pulse rate instantly shot up like a rocket.

Stan felt the shock of Will's entry as tissues unused to such invasion protested. He felt the sudden stretching of his hole as his body tried to accommodate his mate's girth. And he felt the pain that came with it. But it really wasn't about the pain. It was about being...dominated. Stan felt a rebellious presence within him. Then his muscles involuntarily clenched on Will, drawing a gasp from his mate.

"Oh fuck, relax." Will gasped. "Let me in, Stan." He pushed Stan's legs further apart and tried to push in but couldn't.

Ignoring his wolf, Stan willed himself to loosen up and let his mate in. To say he was surprised at himself would be an understatement. As he'd indicated to his mate days earlier, he had no problem with his mate topping him. But clearly, due to the latest development...that he was actually mated to an alpha who would naturally seek to dominate him, his beast was just not ready to succumb. He tried to relax but his brain was not allowing it.

"Stan..." the growl that tore out of Will was deep and primal. It sent shivers through Stan's body.

It was obvious that the soldier was not alone. His beast was right there with him. And the beast sensed what his mate's problem was. As a beast, he understood perfectly. He knew the only way to proceed would be to give his mate some much- needed reassurance.

"I just want to be with you in every way possible," Will spoke softly, rubbing Stan soothingly on the back. "I want to know every inch of your delicious body just as you know mine," he breathed. Then he added something that even though sounded unlikely, he'd never meant more. "If you want me to stop at any point, just say the word." He went quiet for a moment and then whispered on their mind-link; 'Never above you. Never below you. Always beside you.'

With those whispered words, Will had vowed to be an equal partner to his proud warrior mate. That was the most appropriate thing to say to put his mate at ease. And it seemed to do the trick because Stan opened up like a flower. Will threw his head back and let out a helpless moan as he slowly pushed into his mate's tight warmth. He'd never experienced a more rapturous penetration he thought, willing himself not to slam in like he was dying to.

"If you dare slam in, I WILL knock you out," Stan growled, eliciting a breathless chuckle from Will.

"How did you..."

"I can read your fucking mind, asshole." Stan's voice was muffled because his face was buried in a pillow. He felt light-headed as Will's length pressed on his soft internal parts.

"Interesting," Will murmured as he surged forward, his lust-glazed eye riveted on his thick length taking full possession of his mate's body. It was not only mesmerizing to watch, but it also felt incredibly amazing. "And when did you plan on telling me this very important detail?"

"Have anything to hide?"

"State secrets." Will shot back, sounding almost reproachful. "Ever heard of classified information?"

"Sue me, Secret Squirrel," Stan scoffed, bringing a smile to the soldier's lips. His accurate reference to the intelligence personnel in the military earned him his mate's admiration. 'Oh, god!' Stan whimpered on their mind-link when he felt Will's groin against his arse cheeks. That was a clear indication that his mate was in to the hilt. 'Feels as if you're rearranging my insides.'

'And it feels as though you're trying to squeeze the life out of my innocent cock.' Will moaned as he withdrew slowly.

'For fuck's sake,' Stan chuckled in spite of himself, readying himself for more pain as Will began to push back in. "There's nothing innocent about your...oh fuck!' Will had brushed against something deep within Stan that caused his body to arched and shudder with the pleasure

ain he suddenly felt.

Stan's eyes shut as he savoured that pleasurable feeling inside. A feeling which only intensified as Will moved within him. Stan couldn't help the shocked moan that tore out of him. He didn't know how something could hurt but also feel so good. His moan caught Will's attention.

"Felt it huh?" Will chuckled huskily as he pulled Stan up against him. "Now you know why I enjoy getting impaled on this." He reached around to grip and stroke Stan's rapidly hardening cock even as he ran the tip of his tongue along Stan's neck in a sensual manner. "Every inch of this gorgeous body is mine." It was almost as though Will's wolf wanted to give Stan's human a message. "You're mine."

"I'm yours," Stan whispered breathlessly, his head falling back onto Will's shoulder. He blocked out every single thing in the world except the sensations emanating from his mate's thick length, stroking hand, and wicked tongue on his neck. Will didn't hold back. He didn't just fuck Stan like he owned him, he fucked him as though no one else was even allowed to look at him. He took complete control, thrusting hard, fast, and deep, continuously hitting the spot that made Stan's body tremble. And he never stopped telling Stan on their mind-link how amazing he felt. Their beautifully virile bodies slapped against each other's in a dance of frenzied carnality as their moans and grunts filled the room.

A breathless cry escaped Stan when Will's strokes on his leaking length quickened, the multiple stimulations driving him insane with pleasure. He wasn't surprised when he felt that familiar tingle along his spine, within his balls, and inside his head. The difference this time, however, was that it felt like he was about to explode.

"Will..." Stan moaned. "I'm close..." His words held a message which he didn't think he needed to spell out.

"Let go, baby," Will breathed as he buried his face against Stan's neck and inhaled deeply. "You feel so good I wish this didn't have to end," he moaned as he began to lick and kiss Stan's neck, instinctively getting that flesh ready for the inevitable. 'Ready?' Will asked on their mind-link.

But before Stan could respond, he exploded, convulsing violently as he shot onto the bed. Moans tore out of him as his muscles clamped tight in sweet orgasm, the pulsing contractions blowing Will's mind and control. His arm tightened around Stan as his climax ripped through him like a ravaging beast. Will's irrepressible growls echoed through the room as his seed erupted inside his mate. And even as they both writhed in sheer ecstasy, Stan finally gave his consent. 'Do it.'

Will didn't hesitate. He reared back and struck, his fangs sinking deep into his mate. And as it was meant to do, the bite heightened their pleasure, increasing it a hundredfold. They became one. Each felt what the other felt for him. So in addition to the ultimate sexual gratification that their orgasms were giving to them that very moment, each got to feel all the love, respect, and tenderness the other felt for him. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

The two stayed that way for a while until Will extracted his fangs. After licking the wound close, he hugged Stan and buried his face against his neck. The only sound in the room was the soft melodious voice of Rachel Platten belting out Stand By You. Stan unconsciously began to sing along to the chorus on their mind-link;

'Cause I'm gonna stand by you

Even if we're breaking down

We can find a way to break through

Even if we can't find heaven

I'll walk through hell with you

Love, you're not alone

'Cause I'm gonna stand by you

Stan heard soft sniffling and felt the wetness on his neck but wasn't alarmed. He could feel how emotional his mate was at that very moment. As a newly turned wolf, Will's emotions were very high so it was only natural to feel overwhelmed by all the emotions hitting him. Stan lifted a hand and slipped his fingers into Will's hair even as he swayed them to the music.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," Will eventually croaked. "I guess I've been yours since the second we met."

"Correction; You were mine before we met." Stan chuckled.

"That saying makes a hell of a lot more sense now."

"Which one?"

"Forget about Prince Charming! Go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better, and eat you better."

Stan burst into laughter. "That's just dirty."

"I'd been thinking same until now." Will's arms tightened around Stan. "No truer words have been written." He pressed a kiss against the fresh mark on his mate and smiled when Stan quivered and moaned. "I love you, Stanley Norris." His breath hitched in his throat. "You're everything."

With that heartfelt declaration, Will pulled out of Stan and flopped facedown onto the bed, not caring at all that he might be lying in his mate's spunk. In the next instant, he was snoring softly.

"You must be fucking kidding me." Stan shook his head in shocked amusement as he looked at his mate.

He got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. Then he came back with a washcloth to clean Will up. Will slept through it all. Stan grabbed a fresh bedsheet and spread it over the mess he'd made on the bed. Fortunately, Will hadn't fallen in it.

Stan finally got into bed naked as his mate and drew the covers over them. He wriggled until he was comfortably spooning against Will. Then he wrapped an arm around the midsection of his mate from behind and nuzzled his face in his hair...almost as if he was bathing himself in Will's scent. That was a night he was definitely never going to forget. He'd been fucked, bred, mated, marked, and then claimed by none other than his gorgeous mate who he happened to love very much.

"I love you too, Ian Williams," he whispered with a contented smile on his face.

As Stan drifted off to sleep, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.