Arrow Inferno
Chapter 98: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Naughty werewolves!

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"Williams, are you sleeping or meditating?" Ty bellowed, shocked that Will seemed to be sleeping on his feet. Will's eyes snapped open. "I'm listening to you."

"Good. Our cryptanalyst should be in one of these three places," Ty said as he circled three spots on the map before them. "I think we need to split up because we don't have much time."

In the eleven days they'd been trying to find the kidnapped cryptanalyst and the file, they'd kept ending up with dead ends. Thanks to Will, they had a positive breakthrough. Finally, the team had some hope that they were on to something. "Time to change our rides, guys," Ty muttered as he grabbed the burner phone and dialed.

As Ty spoke to the intelligence officer who had been assigned to them, George flopped into a couch and closed his eyes whilst Jackson went to one of the shelves to check out the books. 'How about a quickie?' Stan turned Will to face him and began to trace his lips with his tongue.

The caution that crept into Will's gaze was a pretty clear warning but it didn't stop Stan. With a naughty smirk, Stan lifted one hand to cup Will's cheek, tilted his head sideways, and then slid his lips firmly against Will's. And right there in the midst of the oblivious Arrowheads, he kissed the hell out of his mate.

'Stan...' It was a breathless whisper filled with wariness and helpless lust. But it conveyed to Stan just how badly his mate longed for him.

'What?' Stan didn't let up on the kiss. And Will allowed himself to enjoy the liplock for a dangerously tantalizing moment before he pulled his head back just enough to break the contact.

'Stop,' he rasped, his breath gusting over Stan's lips. 'I want you so bad right now,' Will growled, watching Stan whose eyes remained closed. 'But we can't do anything in here so...'

Stan slowly opened his eyes as his hands dropped from Will's face. Their lips hovered a mere breath apart. Will couldn't suppress his gasp when Stan opened his fly, freed his heavy length, and began to stroke himself. His lips parted with blinding need as he watched Stan.

'For someone who's just as fucked up as I am, you surprise me sometimes,' Stan sighed as he turned and started for one of the numerous aisles between the bookshelves. 'Follow me.' 'Stan!'

'Hurry before it's time to leave.'

If possible, Will got even more turned on. He had a good guess what his mate had in mind. The thought scared and excited him. They'd had some really crazy encounters during their stay in Australia. Stan's invisibility made the encounters so wild and exciting. Hell, there was a day they'd fucked in the pool in the presence of other guests...

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It was very late so they thought they could enjoy the pool alone. They were standing in the pool with Will bent over the edge and Stan fucking deep into him from behind. Initially, they were alone. Will was loving the delicious friction of Stan's thrusts, moaning with ecstasy as that cock steadily rubbed the hell out of his pleasure button. Then suddenly, some of the hotel guests showed up.

'Shit people are coming,' Stan murmured.

'I don't care,' Will growled, totally crazed with desire. 'They can see you, Will.' Stan had sounded amused.

'Well, they can't see you so don't you dare stop.'

And Stan hadn't stopped. If the people found it odd that Will was in that position, they hadn't commented on it.

Afterward, Will had been shocked by his behaviour. But Stan had explained that when people were as aroused as he'd been at that moment, the part of the brain that registered dread or shame actually switched off. It was only after the person had fully relished their pleasure that they would come back to their senses and start to panic. It was all due to the nature of the human erotic imagination.

Well, that hadn't been their only daringly naughty erotic encounter. They'd had numerous. But the one that topped it for Will was when Stan sucked him off during a meeting with his colleagues. They were seated around the huge mahogany table on which Ty currently had the map spread. Will still didn't know how he'd been able to maintain a straight face throughout that blowjob.

One moment Stan was giving Will a purely wicked grin, in the next, he was sliding under the table. Will could guess what was coming. And the mere anticipation of what his mate was about to do got Will hard so fast he shivered. What he'd felt that very moment was a cross between naughtiness, excitement, and some dread which gave him a burst of pleasure that he'd never felt before.

His heart pounded when he felt hands on his groin. And when Stan unzipped him and freed his pulsing length, he let out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding. Will felt the wet heat on his crown seconds before the intense suction began. He completely lost focus on what was being discussed. He felt warm lips gliding up and down his throbbing length and had to fight the urge to shut his eyes. And all that while, Stan hadn't said a word. Somehow, that was sexy as hell. Will wanted to scream his pleasure but he couldn't. All he could do was sit there and take it. But for the curling of his toes inside his boots and the firm grip he had on the arm of his chair, he remained still. He only moved when he felt his balls drawing up, getting ready to explode. That's when he reached beneath the desk and cupped Stan's nape. All he wanted at that point was to come. And when his orgasm finally hit, Will saw stars. It was an amazing heart-pounding moment that most people never got to experience.

Stan had fixed him up and then calmly come out from under the table. But he didn't leave as Will had thought he was going to. He rather stood on the opposite side of the table where Will could directly see him, opened his mouth for Will to see his thick juice swirling around in there, and then swallowed. Will was out of his seat in a flash, his eyes locked on his mate's lips which were moist and swollen from being on his cock. He saw Stan's eyes widen in shock when he started towards him.

'Will, what are you doing?' Stan gasped.

But Will had remained silent. Behind Stan was a huge whiteboard on which they had written down some strategies. When he stopped in front of Stan, his colleagues assumed he was staring at what had been written on the board. But rather, the two werewolves gazed into each other's eyes, Will's filled with dreamy satisfaction and awe, and Stan's filled with adoration and wariness. Then as if neither could help it, their lips met.

'Stand still,' Stan instructed as he cupped Will's face and plundered his mouth.

The two kissed as if they were the only two in the room. And behind them, the oblivious Arrowheads were none the wiser.

"What's on your mind, Will?" Ty asked. "Think we're missing something?"

"Yes," Will croaked when Stan finally broke off the kiss. He cleared his throat and then went on. "Maybe we're looking at this entire thing wrongly. I'm sure these people are hiding right under our noses. Right here in Sydney." 'Hmm... nicely done,' Stan murmured, the gleam in his eyes showing undeniable masculine triumph as he watched his still-dazed mate go back to his seat. 'I think so too by the way.'

And back in their hotel room that evening, Will had fucked Stan till the warrior lay spent and sated on their bed, unable to move.

Will still got goosebumps each time he thought of that day. Well, he was dying to find out what his wild sexy mate had in mind this time around.

"Erh...I'll be in the back looking for an interesting read," Will announced as he started after his determined-looking mate. He couldn't curb the excited dread that was bubbling within him. The last thing on his mind was reading.