Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
After a marathon of very enthusiastic sex, Emmett wasn’t surprised when he woke up late the following morning.
The sun was beaming into the room, spilling across the bed and only encouraging him to stay where he was.
He was toasty warm and comfortable, though part of that probably had something to do with the human body pillow he was snuggled up against. Emmett shifted to his elbow and looked down, and a smile spread across his face as he took in the view.
Jonah was still dead to the world, drooling a little, hugging Emmett’s arm to his chest like a comfort blanket. He was so cute.
Emmett’s tail thumped against the bed under the blankets, making him wince.
He didn't want to wake Jonah with the noise, but with Jonah holding his arm, he was a little stuck and couldn’t reach back to stop it.
He tried staring at the ceiling, thinking about other things, but the minute he looked down at Jonah again, his stupid tail started going crazy, and eventually, the sound woke up his bedmate.
He grimaced apologetically when Jonah blinked up at him sleepily.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Jonah finally released his arm, stretching in a way that showed off all the hard earned muscles of his body barely covered by the sheet around his waist. Emmett’s mouth went a little dry. Maybe he could apologize with a blowjob. He wanted to get his mouth on the gorgeous man, stat.
“What time is it?” Jonah asked around a yawn, finally opening his eyes fully to look around the room.
Reeling in his lecherous thoughts, Emmett reached across Jonah to nudge a few books and knick knacks out of the way on his nightstand so he could see the clock.
“Nine thirty,” he reported.
Jonah blinked in surprise. “Wow. I’ve never slept that late before.”
“Never?” Emmett queried curiously. “Not even on weekends?”
Shaking his head, Jonah sat up, scrubbing his hands over his face to wake himself up.
“The farm never sleeps in, and neither did we. I got up early every morning to do my chores before doing anything else. I think the latest I ever slept in was seven, and I was sick with the flu at the time. My mom had me do the easier stuff since I had a fever, but I couldn’t skip out completely. There was too much work to do.”
Emmett was pretty sure he failed miserably hiding the indignant look on his face.
Making anyone work while they were sick was wrong.
If he’d been there, he would’ve tucked Jonah into bed and kept him there until he was one hundred percent better and even then, he might still hover.
Supes didn’t get sick as often as humans did.
It would make him antsy knowing Jonah wasn’t feeling well.
Jonah huffed at the look and shook his head.
“It’s fine. I didn’t hate it. I’m not one of those people who takes forever to wake up thanks to that habit, and I’ve never needed to rely on coffee to function either.
I like it, and it’s a nice boost when I need a pick-me-up, but a lifetime of waking up early trained my body to wake up alert to get the job done. ”
Emmett nodded in agreement, slipping out of bed when Jonah did. “I’m the same. You know who isn’t, though? Kian. Do not cross that man before he’s had at least one cup of coffee. He and his mate are both obsessed with it, and will snap at you if they haven’t been properly caffeinated.”
The warning made Jonah snort, but Emmett was not kidding.
His ears still hurt from the reaming he got earlier in the week when he called Kian to get Jonah’s schedule.
He was lucky Kian had gotten distracted with the plans to cheer up Jonah because he would normally prank people for irritating him like that.
Emmett had been on pins and needles all of Monday waiting for his retaliation.
This time, when Jonah mentioned taking a shower, Emmett went with him. He crowded under the spray, pressed up against Jonah’s back, and grinned when his favorite human looked up at him with a smirk.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes. I’ll wash your back, you wash mine?”
Spinning around, Jonah eyed him up and down, the smirk turning heated as he said, “I kind of want to wash your front, too.”
Ooh. Was Jonah a morning sex kind of person? That would make him even more perfect.
Handing Jonah the bottle of soap from the little alcove in the wall, he grinned at him. “You can wash whatever you want, as long as I get to do the same to you.”
Jonah hummed, squirting a good helping of the liquid into his palm before handing the bottle back. “I think I’m okay with that,” he teased.
Emmett had planned on taking his turn after Jonah was finished, but he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and eventually, he gave into the urge to soap up all that smooth creamy skin.
He was getting a little handsy with Jonah’s ass when the human decided to repay the favor, soapy palms sliding around him to grip his ass tight enough to make Emmett gasp.
Of course, he was still under the water, so gasping wasn’t a good idea.
He choked and spluttered, making Jonah laugh as he patted Emmett’s back to help him out.
“Evil human,” Emmett croaked. “You did that on purpose.”
Jonah rolled his eyes, a grin still pulling at his lips. “Grabbed your ass? Yes, that was definitely on purpose. Made you breathe water? That was all you, buddy.”
Emmett mock growled, feeling triumphant when Jonah’s pupils dilated and he moved closer so they were pressed up against each other.
He was going to comment on the reaction when Jonah reached behind him to soap up his tail.
Emmett’s hands shot out to brace himself on the wall, a loud moan spilling from his lips.
“Your tail really is sensitive,” Jonah commented, his tone curious. “Is there a reason why?”
“N-No clue. Maybe how close it is to our hole–” the last word went up a few octaves as Jonah’s fingers slipped between his cheeks to do a little more thorough cleaning. “J-Jonah…”
Jonah’s expression was pure wicked delight as he swirled soapy fingers around Emmett’s rim, putting just enough pressure to force a needy whine out of him.
“So you do go both ways. Good to know,” Jonah teased. Then, he pulled away completely! Emmett’s mouth dropped open, and he stared at the human incredulously.
“Why are you stopping?”
“I figured you might be getting hungry. We slept in late,” Jonah replied innocently.
“I’ll show you hungry!” he growled, dropping to his knees and swallowing Jonah’s cock without warning.
Jonah cried out in surprise, fingers digging into Emmett’s shoulders as he bobbed his head with a punishing rhythm.
He felt Jonah’s thighs tremble, his ass clenching as he tried to stop himself from thrusting.
Emmett pulled off with a pop, demanding, “Fuck my mouth, Jonah. I want to taste you.”
“Oh gods,” Jonah breathed, hips moving tentatively when Emmett swallowed him back down again.
It took a little encouragement, and the bite of Emmett’s claws on his ass, but eventually Jonah gave into his body’s demands, thrusting into Emmett’s mouth with wild abandon, moans escaping him almost constantly. “Emmett, Emmett, I’m gonna–”
Emmett growled in approval, and the sound seemed to be enough to set Jonah off. He came with a shout, pumping that sweet and salty flavor onto Emmett’s waiting tongue. He pulled off when Jonah’s cock stopped pulsing, licking his lips with a smirk.
“Delicious.”
Jonah looked a little mind blown, which made Emmett feel incredibly cocky.
He stood with a smirk, moving directly under the spray to rinse the soap off his back and ass, knowing full well he was going to strut the moment they left the bathroom.
He was so focused on acting smug that he didn’t notice Jonah sinking to his knees until his hand took hold of Emmett’s still hard cock and his lips wrapped around Emmett’s crown.
“Nngh, Jonah! Wha– Oh, shit, yes, just like that!”
The feel of Jonah’s mouth on his cock was amazing, but it was Jonah’s wandering fingers rubbing over his hole again that really got him going.
He whined and moved his hips in micro thrusts, unable to decide if he wanted to go farther into the hot wet suction or have those teasing fingers finally breach him and sink inside him.
Jonah made the choice for him, sinking down on Emmett’s cock just as a finger pushed inside him. Emmett came with a howl, needing the wall and a grip on the curtain to keep him upright as Jonah moved his finger in and out, dragging out his orgasm until his knees went weak.
When Jonah finally popped off, giving Emmett his own smug grin, Emmett couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped him.
“You’re my favorite person.”
“Right back at you, hot stuff,” Jonah replied, pushing to his feet and snagging the soap again.
Emmett was suddenly really glad he’d thought to get the tankless water heater. They had time to wash up properly and rinse off without having to worry about the shower going ice cold. There were definitely going to be more shower shenanigans in their future.
While they were drying off, Jonah laughed at the way Emmett’s fur stuck up in odd ways, then offered to help when Emmett pulled out his hair dryer.
It felt nice to be pampered and having someone get his back was blissful.
It wasn’t pleasant when he missed a spot and felt damp for a few hours under his clothes.
He took a turn with Jonah, though he didn’t have to do much.
Aside from on top of his head, Jonah had some hair on his legs and arms, and a little around his groin and below his belly button, but compared to Emmett, he was practically hairless.
Still, Jonah seemed to enjoy basking in the warm air for a little while, and when they were finished, he had this soft smile on his face that held none of the tension or pain from the other day.
He was happy, and Emmett felt like he’d conquered the world seeing him smile like that.
“So… what do you do on weekends?” Jonah asked as they trooped downstairs together to make breakfast. After a marathon of sex and a morning blowjob, Emmett was starving and immediately reached for the ingredients for pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
He saw Jonah grin at the sheer amount he pulled out, but Harlem had already told him werewolves ate a lot. He’d figure it out eventually.
“Weekends, we’re free to do whatever, but most of us stick around the pack and play games or just hang out. Werewolf packs are close knit, and we spend a lot of time with each other to reinforce that bond.”
He internally winced, worried he would trigger Jonah so soon after his family cut him off, but Jonah didn’t mention it, grabbing a pan off the drying rack to start the eggs and bacon.
“What kind of games?”
“Depends,” Emmett shrugged, trying to play it cool while hoping he didn’t say anything to upset the still hurting man.
“Sometimes board games or video games, sometimes outdoor stuff. Pack runs are pretty common on weekends, too. Getting out pent up energy is important. Not that I really need to worry about that after last night,” he teased.
Jonah rolled his eyes. “Smooth. Did you want me to stay here while you hang out with your pack or–”
“No way!” Emmett cut him off with a frown. “You’re honorary pack, remember? You’re playing with us today, even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and drag you there!”
“You wouldn’t,” Jonah shot back, smiling at the pan as he tossed in some butter.
Oh, Emmett would show him.