Chapter Two
Jonah was silent as they made their way up the first two sets of stairs. Damon was still close behind him, still touching him, and Jonah’s thoughts ran in a circle as he tried to figure out what was waiting for him.
Well, besides that.
“You’re thinking hard,” Damon commented as they reached the third floor and Jonah stopped dead, turning to look at him.
“Where are we going?”
The corner of Damon’s mouth twitched. It was as close to a smile as Jonah had ever seen on him. “When Finley fucked you, what did he do?”
Jonah’s face went hot. “Well, he…”
“Marked you? Knotted you? Left his scent all over you?”
Jonah nodded.
“We’re all driven differently by our desires. Finley’s less possessive than most of his kind, at least when it comes to us, but he’s possessive all the same. Rafe… You’ll see what he’s like. There’s something I need, too.”
“What is it?” Damon had moved, was looming over him again, and Jonah swayed toward him without thinking. Like the others, he was gorgeous, all dark and brooding, and Jonah’s cock twitched as desire overcame all his other thoughts.
“I’ll show you,” Damon said. His hand cupped the side of Jonah’s neck, thumb rubbing over his Adam’s apple. It was a vulnerable position, and Jonah tilted his head back further, desperate for more of Damon’s touch.
“Come on,” Damon said finally, his voice deeper than it had been a moment before. “Unless you want me to take you in the middle of this hall?”
His hand fell away, and Jonah grumbled, but there was no heat in it.
They took the next set of stairs, and Jonah followed Damon down the corridor. The door they stopped outside of looked just the same as the rest, to Jonah’s eye. There was nothing that gave him a clue of what lay beyond.
Still, it had made Damon pause, and he reached out, taking Jonah’s free hand in his. “Ready?” he said.
Jonah frowned at him, confused. “Uh… yeah.”
Damon swung the door open, and Jonah’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything, Damon dragged him forward and into the twisting lights beyond them.
Jonah’s stomach lurched. Damon kept a tight grip on his hand, and for a moment Jonah was sure they were both weightless, but then there was ground beneath his feet again, and he bent over, trying to catch a breath.
“What… What was that?”
Damon squeezed Jonah’s hand before he let go. He shrugged. “Property in the city is expensive. Besides, I can’t just leave my labyrinth out in the open like that.”
“Labyr…”
Jonah lifted his head and gasped at the sight before him.
The sky overhead was stormy, though the air was fresh and cool.
Tangled hedges rose from the ground – they had to be at least ten or twelve feet tall – and though Jonah could see into the labyrinth’s entryway, the path fell into shadow only a few feet in.
“A labyrinth? You have a labyrinth?”
“Of course.”
Damon wasn’t looking at the hedges. His gaze was unwaveringly focused on Jonah’s expression, and whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him. He nodded. “What am I, Jonah?”
“What are…” Jonah shook his head. He knew the story, knew about Finley, but Damon was… human looking, at least.
“Close your eyes.”
Jonah bit the inside of his cheek but did as he was told. There was a rush of air, a tingle over his skin, and when large hands landed on either side of his face, Jonah opened his eyes again.
Damon had changed. Imposing as he’d been before, he was now even more so, clothes straining at the seams where his body had thickened. His face, too; he still looked almost human, but there was something more prominent in his brow, the bridge of his nose.
And then there were the horns. They curved out from either side of his head and looked wickedly sharp.
Jonah’s hand twitched. He wanted to touch. He still had the toy clasped in a tight grip and part of him was surprised he hadn’t dropped it.
“You still don’t look like a minotaur,” he managed, and Damon huffed out an amused breath.
“It takes a lot for me to transform fully,” he admitted. “And it would serve no purpose today. I can please you much better in this form.”
Jonah whined. Damon pressed his thumb against Jonah’s lips and when they parted, he pushed inside.
“I thought you might be too sweet. Finley told us everything in the end. Such a desperate, pretty thing.” His eyes darkened when Jonah sucked on his thumb, letting his teeth graze it gently. “I’m going to ruin you.”
Jonah’s cock started to fill, and he held onto Damon’s forearm, letting out a shuddering breath when Damon pulled his thumb away. “How?”
Damon smirked. “First, this.”
He swooped in and captured Jonah’s mouth in a deep, filthy kiss that made his toes curl.
One hand moved to the back of Jonah’s neck and Jonah moaned when he realised he couldn’t hope to break away.
Finley was strong, but Damon was immovable and Jonah hadn’t realised how hot he found that until this moment.
Damon tore open Jonah’s jeans with a flick of his fingers, pushing a hand inside and taking hold of Jonah’s cock.
Jonah moaned again. He chased Damon’s grip, already hard and slick, aching to cum.
Damon moved back only far enough for Jonah to take one breath, and then he kissed him again, every touch sending Jonah hurtling toward the edge.
Jonah shook. He was going to cum, his cock stiffening in Damon’s hand, balls tightening—
Damon let go. He grabbed Jonah’s hip and the hand on the back of Jonah’s neck moved into his hair, pulling his head back.
“Oh, fuck,” Jonah whined. “Damon, please…”
“Deep breaths, now,” Damon murmured. He kissed Jonah’s jaw. “You’ll be okay.”
Jonah whimpered, still shaking, but he couldn’t move his hips or his head, and he knew better than to reach for his own cock. At some point, he’d finally dropped the toy into the grass. He didn’t care.
When Jonah’s heart had begun to beat steadier, Damon kissed him again. Jonah grunted when Damon squeezed his cock, and he was riding the edge even faster, letting out a frustrated cry when Damon let go.
“Fuck, I need to cum.”
“I know.”
Jonah shot him a glare. “But you’re…”
“You’re going to cum on my cock,” Damon said. “I’m going to have you face down in the dirt, hole spread wide around me, and you’re going to beg for me to fuck you harder, faster, until you cum without either of us touching you.”
Jonah’s cock twitched and more pre-cum dribbled from the head. He felt lightheaded at the images Damon had just planted in his mind.
“I – You—”
Damon finally smiled, something almost devilish in it. “That’s what’s going to happen, Jonah. And I’m going to make you cum again before I do, I can promise you that.”
Jonah whimpered.
“But first—”
He shook his head. “No, no, no. No ‘first’; we can just do what you said.”
Damon chuckled and brushed his lips against Jonah’s temple. “I told you we were going to play first. And you haven’t seen my labyrinth at all.”
“I have. Looks nice.”
Damon shook his head. “You’re going to run, Jonah. I’m going to chase you through my labyrinth and when I catch you, I’m going to take you then and there.”
Jonah’s knees trembled. Damon’s breath was hot against his ear.
“That’s not a game.”
“Sorry?”
“If I can’t win, it’s not a game. It’s you delaying what I want you to do anyway.”
Damon stared at him for a moment before he barked out a laugh. “Fine. If you make it to the centre before I catch you, you can do whatever you want.”
“I can edge you?”
“If you’d like.”
“Ride you without you touching me?”
Damon’s eyes flashed dark. “Anything you want.”
Jonah grinned. Damon kissed him hard before he let go. He tugged Jonah’s jeans up again, then reached down, picking up the toy and pressing it into Jonah’s hand.
“Keep that with you. Wouldn’t want to lose it.”
Jonah nodded. Anticipation curled in his gut. He was still hard, still desperate for Damon to make him cum, but adrenalin was pumping through him too, and he was ready to go.
Damon smirked. He took a step back and seemed suddenly larger, more imposing. Jonah swallowed.
“Go on then,” Damon said. “Run.”