Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
When Emmett had said arcade, Jonah had expected a small building with a few pinball machines and maybe some older games.
He did not expect an entire warehouse-sized establishment stuffed to the brim with every kind of game imaginable.
He got the feeling it would take them more than one night to get through even half the building. And was that–
“Is that an entire mini golf course?” he squawked.
Emmett grinned at his surprise and nodded. “Yep. They don’t call it a colosseum for nothing.”
The ‘arcade’, aptly named the Arcane Colosseum, wasn’t overly busy, thanks to it being a Monday evening.
They barely had to wait in line for the wristbands they’d scan at each game.
He’d been a little worried about the price, he didn't exactly have much in the way of cash, but Emmett paid for it with a swipe of his card before Jonah could even see the amount.
He shot the werewolf an incredulous look and got a wink in response that made him blush.
“I’m the one who asked you on this date, I’m the one who’s paying for it. Now come on. My favorite game is this way.”
He dragged Jonah away without giving him a chance to reply, and eventually, Jonah let it go. He’d make it up to him when he eventually moved out and could afford to pay for more than the basics like gas and food.
Emmett’s favorite game, as it turned out, was something Jonah was familiar with. Who doesn't love skee ball?
“Have you ever played?” Emmett asked, his tail wagging with his excitement.
Jonah had to bite back a laugh, nodding. “Yeah, I know how to play.” Granted, it’d been a while, his siblings stopped wanting to hang out with him when he was sixteen, but he remembered how it went. “High score wins?”
“Aw, yeah. Get ready to lose.”
Shoving the giant werewolf playfully, he got into position, and they scanned their wrist bands together.
It took a few tries to get the hang of it, but eventually muscle memory kicked back in and he only lost by a small margin.
Didn’t stop Emmett from crowing like a rooster, and Jonah seriously considered pulling the man’s tail again just to get him to stop.
“Alright, alright. You won that round. It’s been a while for me. Best two out of three.”
It became abundantly obvious why skee ball was Emmett’s favorite game. The more he warmed up, the better his score. Jonah had no hope of beating him.
He laughed at Emmett’s victory dance, shaking his head with his arms crossed. “You’re a brat. I’m picking the next game. We’ll see who wins the most at the end of the night.”
“Oh, you’re on,” Emmett grinned.
He made up for his deficit in the pinball competition, but they were both pretty evenly matched at air hockey, and both were absolutely awful at the dancing game. They were too busy laughing at each other to actually pay attention to the screen.
About an hour into the night, Emmett started trying to distract him with little touches and brushes against him.
It was totally working too, as Jonah became hyper aware of the werewolf, and every heated glance that followed each touch.
By the time they stopped to order some food, he was half hard and glad he’d untucked his shirt at one point to hide his growing erection.
Emmett leaned closer, sniffing him like he had several times that night already. Jonah shivered, gasping as the wily werewolf snuck in a little lick against Jonah’s heated skin.
“W-Why do you keep doing that?” he breathed, staring forward like somehow he wouldn’t drag any attention to them, knowing full well Emmett could hear him over the noise of the arcade.
Pressing his nose into the juncture of Jonah’s shoulder and neck, Emmett took another deep breath. “I told you, you smell good.”
“I probably smell like sweat and beer.”
Emmett hummed, giving him another little lick. “And sex.”
“What?” he squawked, spinning around to face the werewolf.
Emmett’s slow grin was wicked when he said, “I’m guessing no one explained to you just how sensitive a werewolf’s senses are.
When it comes to our sense of smell, no other supe in the world can compare.
” He stepped closer, leaning his head down to whisper in Jonah’s ears.
“We can smell emotions, the tiny changes that most supes would miss. And we can smell when someone wants us—it perfumes the air and draws us in like catnip.”
Jonah was breathing heavily at that point, his cock hard and straining against his zipper. It’d been ages since he’d been this aroused and knowing Emmett could smell it only made it worse. There was no hiding his interest in the werewolf.
“Number 45!” a nasally teen called from behind the counter, making Jonah jump in surprise. Emmett chuckled in his ear, giving him another little lick before straightening.
“I’ll get it. Why don’t you find us a table?”
He wanted to eat now? Jonah could only gape at him as Emmett winked and walked away.
It took a few moments of deep breathing before Jonah could get it together enough to find a table.
He picked one of the empty ones in the back, his knee jiggling as he waited for Emmett to bring their order.
He was a little nervous, he’d never fooled around with a supe before, but it did nothing to tamp down the excitement bubbling under his skin.
It’d been a long time since he got off with anything other than his right hand, and he wanted nothing more than to leave the food and drag the werewolf back to his truck.
Emmett ignored the chair across from Jonah and sat right next to him instead. He drew in a deep breath and let out a pleased sort of rumbling sound. “Mm. You smell better than dinner.”
“Oh gods,” Jonah murmured, burying his face in his hands. He was never going to stop blushing knowing werewolves could pick up on his arousal. He suddenly looked up in horror. “Wait. Does that mean the rest of the pack knew too?”
Emmett snorted, pushing Jonah’s burger and fries closer to him.
“Don’t worry about that. With senses like ours, we learn pretty young to filter things out.
They wouldn’t notice it unless they were as close to you as I like to be or they were specifically looking for it. And I’d hurt them if they were.”
“Not helping…” Jonah groaned. While he was glad to hear his embarrassment might not include the entire pack, hearing Emmett’s growling possessive tone did nothing to help with Jonah’s erection.
“Eat,” Emmett said with a smirk. “You’ll need to keep your energy up.”
“For what?” Jonah breathed, dropping his hands to look up at the werewolf. Emmett’s smirk said Jonah didn’t want him to say it out loud.
“You’ll see. Eat.”
He was practically vibrating by the time he finished his meal, and he was glad Emmett didn’t even pretend to think about going back to playing games.
He grabbed Jonah’s hand and dragged him into the parking lot to where Jonah’s truck waited.
The sun had set while they were playing games, and Jonah’s truck just happened to be parked on the edge of the lot in a dark corner.
It was the only place the old truck fit, but it seemed to be a stroke of luck now as Emmett dragged him into the back seat, immediately licking at his lips the moment the door closed.
Jonah had thought kissing a werewolf would be weird, what with the snout and all, but while it was a lot more tongue than anything else, it was still sexy and Jonah didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, tongues dueling as hands tugged at clothes impatiently.
Tugging that tight uniform polo free, Jonah immediately delved underneath it, hands running over hard fur-covered muscle. The juxtaposition of soft and hard was sexy as hell, and Jonah had to break the kiss so he could shove Emmett’s shirt up and take a good look.
“Gods, you’re sexy,” he murmured, tracing the werewolf’s pecks and abs. Who had eightpack abs?
Emmett hummed a pleased sound, lifting up enough to pull his shirt off completely. He’d ended up on his back with Jonah straddling him, and he didn’t look at all unhappy about the position.
“I’m glad you approve. Your turn.” He tugged a little on Jonah’s shirt, urging him to take it off.
He lifted his arms, letting Emmett push it up and over his head, and moaned when Emmett immediately started licking at every inch of exposed skin he could reach. He half sat up so he could licked Jonah’s nipples before trailing up his neck and back into his mouth.
The hard bulge of Emmett’s erection pressed insistently against Jonah’s ass, and when Jonah rocked his hips, the half-growl half-groan that escaped the werewolf made Jonah want to do it again.
He started rocking, grinding himself on the sexy man beneath him while still touching every inch of him he could reach.
He wasn’t sure if it was the novelty or just because it was Emmett, but he couldn’t stop touching.
Without warning, Emmett snatched him close and flipped them, attacking Jonah’s jeans with single minded purpose.
Jonah helped him, a little worried those claws would start shredding and ruin them.
He didn’t have a spare and coming home with torn jeans would definitely give away his secret to his family.
The second his cock was free from the confines of his jeans and boxers, Emmett licked a fat stripe from balls to tip, drawing a loud groan out of Jonah.
“Emmett…”
Nudging Jonah until he was reclined with his back against the door, Emmett shot him a wicked grin. “Better hold on to something, little human. I’m about to blow your mind.”
Jonah didn’t have a chance to ask before Emmett’s tongue wrapped around his cock and stroked.
Jonah hadn’t realized he could do that and his hands shot out to grab onto the roll over handle above him as his head dropped back on a shout.
Emmett didn’t stick with that, oh no, that would be too simple.
He seemed determined to follow through on his promise.
He licked and sucked, swallowing all of him effortlessly thanks to the snout thing, never sticking to one pattern for too long before moving on, leaving Jonah entirely unable to anticipate what might come next.
He hollered and moaned, helpless to do anything but watch as Emmett sucked hard enough to make Jonah’s back arch.
“Shitshitshitshitshit!”
The threat of teeth somehow only added to the excitement, and Jonah watched in panting fascination as Emmett tongued at his balls, already tight against his body and threatening release, those teeth within centimeters of his most sensitive area.
He expected his mind to revolt, but it did absolutely nothing to stop the orgasm barreling up his spine.
“Emmett, Emmett, I’m– ungh, coming!”
Emmett growled in approval, and the vibration as he swallowed Jonah down again set Jonah off. He came with a wail, eyes squeezing shut as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into him.
It took him a minute to come back from an orgasm that intense, and when he opened his eyes, he was surprised and thrilled to find Emmett leaning over him, stroking his cock and growling low in his throat.
It was sexy to watch. Jonah took in every inch of him, his head cocking curiously at the bulge swelling at the base.
He reached for it automatically, trailing light fingers over the strange addition. His touch made Emmett groan, leaning a little closer with a whine in his throat.
“Keep doing that. Please, Jonah…”
Breathless, he watched Emmett’s face as he touched the bulge a little more deliberately.
It seemed to make Emmett more frantic, his hand picking up speed as he stroked himself, his body seeming to shake under the force of his desire.
It was when Jonah gave it a light squeeze that Emmett lost it completely.
He howled, literally howled, hips thrusting into his fist as he absolutely covered Jonah in his release.