Page 41 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“Yes, I need help,” Jun sputtered.
“I was asking your Alpha.”
Jun stuck out his tongue at Émeric.
“You really shouldn’t do that to a sadist.” Damian grinned, stalking closer to Jun.
“Not my sadist, not my problem,” Jun said. His breath was coming quicker, and his cheeks were flushed. “Sorry, Collin.”
“I could give him permission to grab you.”
Doubt crept into Jun’s eyes. “We don’t have a contract yet.”
“Hmm. And this is why we should have one. Then I would know whether or not Collin can suck your cock after I spank your ass for being so tempting.”
Jun groaned, his gaze sliding to Collin. “I thought you were tired.”
So tired of waiting. “Tired and sex starved.”
Jun put his hands up and started sinking to the ground on his knees. “Parley. That’s what you say in English, right? Parley.”
“What do you want to parley, little wolfling?” Damian grinned. His boy looked good down there.
Jun’s eyes darted from person to person in the room. “I don’t want anyone’s dick in my ass but yours.”
“Agreed.”
“Safe words still matter.”
“Always.” Damian nodded.
“I’m not going to get in trouble for fighting anyone but Collin. Sorry, Collin, but hitting you would kinda make me feel awful.”
“If Richard or Émeric grab you, they will be cognizant that you’re a primal prey and will react the same.”
Émeric and Richard verbally agreed.
Jun groaned. “I’m so, so, so going to regret this. Make sure you don’t forget to use lube.” He took off toward Richard’s office and the long hallway. Damian lunged for him. Jun was too wily, sliding almost flat on the ground and right under Damian’s arms.
His wolfling was playing.
In front of his family.
Damian growled with pure pleasure. He tore down the hall after Jun. His boy sprinted to the end of the carpet runner and skidded into the lounge. He swung around the couch Émeric had only just replaced two months before from when they’d all broken it during an epic afternoon. Not that Jun knew that. His wolfling hunkered down, no doubt trying to hide. Damian ran straight for the couch. He’d reach over the top and catch his prey.
Jun wasn’t there. Damian rolled over the top to the sound of Jun’s laughter. His boy had shot out of the side and down between a coffee table and the second couch, running flat out for the hall again.
Strategy. He respected that. Damian grinned, showing his teeth. He flew into the living room, catching himself with a hand on the corner. Jun crouched behind the chair Damian had been sitting in, the guest bedroom door at his back.
“How do you think this is going to end?” Émeric asked.
“Badly, for my butt.” Jun bounced on his feet.
“Maybe if you just give in, he’ll be nicer,” Émeric suggested.
“Yeah, maybe.” Jun didn’t take his eyes off Damian.
Damian’s blood ran fast and warm in his limbs. He’d never had so much of Jun’s skin to see when chasing him. Summer couldn’t come fast enough. To follow all that beautiful strength and gracefulness through the trees was a dream. He wanted to lick the sweat from his wolfling’s skin, rut against him in the dirt, and leave teeth marks on his nape.
