Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
After Jonah’s description of his family and how unhappy he sounded on the phone after the human holiday was over, Emmett was sure Jonah would show up to work the following week in a terrible mood.
He’d had to take a few days off and spend a long weekend with his family, only ever managing to sneak in a few text messages throughout the day when he wasn’t busy.
Determined to put him in a better mood, Emmett called Kian early, much to the fae’s annoyance, to beg for Jonah’s schedule, then pleaded with Tasha to switch him to the main building’s security office so he could be close to Jonah.
He sold it as him wanting to stick close in case the human had any issues, since four days apart definitely meant Jonah didn’t smell like him anymore, but he was pretty sure his cousin didn’t believe him.
It didn’t matter. She agreed in the end, and he practically bounced as he headed to the parking lot to meet Jonah when he arrived.
The poor human looked exhausted when he slid out of his truck, and when Emmett handed him a coffee he’d grabbed from Peri’s Place, Jonah gave him a look like he’d hung the moon.
“Thanks for this. I feel like I’m going to need a few gallons to get through the day.”
“I figured you might need it. How’d the dinner go with your family?”
The only response he got was a grunt, but he didn’t take offense.
Mostly because Jonah was busy sipping his coffee like it was nirvana in a cup.
He leaned against his truck, eyes closed, and he looked beat.
Not physically, he didn’t have dark circles or anything, but emotionally wrung out.
It worried Emmett, and his instincts screamed at him to fix it.
When Jonah blew out a breath and straightened, jerking his chin toward Spellbound, Emmett stopped him with a hand on his arm, drawing him in for a hug.
Jonah came willingly, and Emmett tried not to grin like an idiot when the human practically melted into his arms. His tail gave away his joy, wagging furiously, but when Jonah tried to look, he squeezed him tighter and muttered, “Ignore that.”
Snickering, Jonah relaxed again. Emmett tucked his face into the crook of Jonah’s neck, breathing in his favorite scents.
It was when that hint of arousal tinged the air that Emmett came up with an idea to make Jonah feel better.
He sniffed him again, making a disgruntled sound before saying, “Four days was too long. You don’t smell like me anymore. ”
The scent of arousal grew, and Jonah sounded a little breathy when he said, “Well, maybe you should fix that…”
Emmett grinned. He loved that Jonah was on the same wavelength he was. “Sounds like a good idea to me. Get in the truck, Jonah. I need to muss you up a little.”
He nudged and pushed the adorable man into the back seat of his truck, setting the coffee in the cupholder up front. Then he dragged Jonah into his lap, licking up his neck and nibbling a little just to hear him moan.
“If you… leave a hickey… I’m gonna be pissed…” Jonah panted.
Chuckling, Emmett moved to his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. “No marks, I promise.”
That would edge on mate territory, and while the idea made his cock twitch, he didn’t think Jonah was his mate.
At least… he didn’t think so. He’d never asked how other werewolves knew.
He just assumed when he met his mate, he’d know.
Maybe by scent or something. If Jonah was his mate, he wouldn’t be opposed…
To distract himself from that train of thought, he cupped Jonah’s ass, dragging him closer to grind their cocks together. It made kissing harder, snouts were sometimes inconvenient, but Jonah didn’t seem to mind, if his moans were anything to go by.
“I thought–” Jonah gasped, rolling his hips in a way that let Emmett know they’d found the perfect amount of friction for him. “Oh gods, that feels good.”
It did for Emmett, too. He knew he needed to switch things up or they were both going to make a mess of their pants, but he couldn’t make himself stop. It felt too good to slow down.
“You thought what?” he growled into Jonah’s ear, returning to licking his neck just because he couldn’t help himself. His fake boyfriend was a tasty snack.
“I thought we were just going to fool around. If you don’t stop…”
It was a warning as much as a question, one that only made Emmett want more. His grip tightened on Jonah’s ass, and their grinding pace picked up as he urged the man on.
“That was the plan…” he panted. “Changed my mind.”
Jonah’s moan said he wasn’t mad, but he did slow their movements, reaching between them to undo Emmett’s buckle. “You said it works better if you come on me, right?”
“Oh gods…” Emmett’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head at that filthy question. Why was this human so damn sexy?
The second their cocks were out and Emmett felt that first brush of skin on skin, he lost his cool a little. He growled out a feral sound, wrapping his fist around them both and stroking hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck!” Jonah cried out, thrusting into Emmett’s fist. “Are you… How are you lubed up already?”
His laugh was strained, and it was hard to find enough brain cells to rub together to explain when he was that delirious with pleasure. “It’s– Ungh, fuck. It’s called slick. It’s– Oh shit shit shit, I’ll explain later, keep going, keep going!”
He felt his balls draw up tight, his hips moving mindlessly as he threw his head back.
The little minx in his lap had reached between them to touch his knot, and it was all Emmett could do not to come immediately.
He felt Jonah shove his shirt up, his free hand holding his own shirt out of the way.
He was smarter than Emmett was. All Emmett felt able to do was hold on for the ride.
The mental image of Jonah riding him, of his ass squeezing his knot instead of his hand, was all he needed to lose it completely.
He came with a shout, hips bucking as he came all over his chest and belly.
Jonah was quick to follow him, and when his release landed on Emmett, another wave of pleasure crashed into him and he moaned helplessly in response.
Slumping in the seat, he fought for breath, practically melting when Jonah started petting him.
“I think we messed up,” Jonah chuckled.
Emmett’s eyes opened, and he frowned at the man in his lap. “What do you mean?”
Jonah gestured to Emmett’s chest, raising an eyebrow at him. “Kind of seems like we marked you, not me.”
Dropping his gaze to the mess on his chest, he felt his cock stir at the thought of Jonah scent marking him.
That was hot. He had a point, though. While Jonah probably smelled enough like him that no one would question it, if they wanted it to last, he needed to go another round.
He grinned wickedly, only to be stopped by Jonah pointing a stern finger at him.
“Nope. I’m not going to be late because you messed up. It’s lucky I got here early this morning, or we wouldn’t have had time for this at all.”
Emmett pouted, then perked back up when he remembered his morning efforts. “Guess I’ll just have to visit you more often today. If they see me around smelling like you, they’ll just assume you’re the dominant one in the relationship.”
Jonah flushed bright red at the thought, which made Emmett laugh. He shook off the embarrassment, giving Emmett a smirk. “I don’t know. I feel like I could go either way. What about you?”
His cock twitched and started to swell at the thought of Jonah dominating him, and Jonah definitely noticed if the smug look was anything to go by.
“I’m down for pretty much anything,” Emmett breathed. And it was true. When it came to the human in his arms, he was down for anything. There was just something about Jonah that made him want to keep coming back.
Emmett was floating through most of the morning, a big smile on his face, and when he ran into Taron on his rounds, the shapeshifter studied him with a knowing smile.
“Good morning, Emmett.”
Yeah it was, he thought to himself, but gave the shapeshifter a professional smile instead of saying that out loud. He got the feeling Jonah wouldn’t appreciate him discussing their sex life with their friends.
“Good morning, Taron. Doing a walk about?”
Taron nodded, then shrugged. “Trying to work out a thought in my head. What about you? Any security concerns I should know about? How’s our favorite temp doing?”
The question made Emmett pause. He’d already checked in on Jonah at least twice since dropping him off on the Cyber Security floor.
His little human was happily working alongside Roz doing computer stuff Emmett had no hope of keeping up with.
He seemed happy enough, but Emmett remembered just how stiff and unhappy Jonah looked when he first arrived.
Maybe some friend time would help as well.
“Security is fine. Nothing to report. But Jonah had a difficult weekend. He looked beat when he showed up to work today. He might need some cheering up.”
Taron visibly perked up, excitement written all over his face. “I’m an expert on cheering people up. What can I do to help my adoptive son? Should we take him on an adventure for lunch?”
Emmett considered it, then shook his head. “He’s really happy with the temp position he’s in right now. I don’t think he’d want to go far. Something simple in the office should work for now, then we can reevaluate later in the week if he hasn’t relaxed.”
Taron nodded in agreement, pulling out his phone and poking at it.
He made a face. “I can’t join for lunch unfortunately, I’ve got a working lunch planned, but—” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and snagging a black card from inside “—lunch will be on me. You should consider the sandwich shop across the street. It’s amazing.
You’ll have to put in your order early, though, as they’re quite popular and the line gets long at lunch time. ”
“I can buy him lunch,” Emmett protested, frowning at the black card. He might not make as much as Taron, who co-owned the company, but Ronan paid them all well enough.
Waving his argument away, Taron said, “I know you can. Buy him dinner. As Jonah’s adoptive father, I’m allowed to spoil him, too.
So lunch is on me. Buy yourself something as well.
Oh, and I’ll send Peri and Kian up to join you.
Make it a party.” His phone beeped, and he smiled as he checked the message.
“My mate is calling. I need to head back to my office. I’ll check in later. Toodles!”
With a final wave, he hurried off to meet his mate. Emmett glanced down at the card the shapeshifter had managed to place in his hand without him noticing, and he blinked in surprise as he twisted to look at Taron’s receding back again. How had he done that?