Page 42 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun made a dash toward the front-door area, just managing to skid past Damian. He fell, rolled, and was up and running without losing almost any speed.
“Careful!” Collin squeaked out.
“I’m trying.” Jun gasped, dodging. He made it around one of the stuffed chairs and leapfrogged over the next one, diving into the guest bedroom.
“Don’t get tra—” Collin shouted. His voice cut off abruptly as if someone had put a hand over his mouth.
Damian didn’t have time to look. He raced into the guest bedroom on Jun’s heels.
His quarry was up on the bed, knees bent and arms akimbo.
Damian never slowed down. He dove for Jun’s legs.
Jun jumped. His thighs landed on Damian’s ass as Damian’s face hit the bed. Jun’s feet drummed on the mattress. His weight left the bed with enough force to bounce Damian off the surface. He turned on his side, swiping out with his hand. Jun was already out the door.
Well, damn. He was going to have to enrolled in agility classes to keep up.
He rolled off the bed and stalked out the door. Jun crouched on the floor of the living room, chest heaving.
“Tricky move, pup,” Damian growled.
Jun grinned. “Done it a thousand times. But it’s usually Yohei jumping at me.”
Damian narrowed his eyes. “Still not going to save you.”
Jun’s eyes shifted side to side.
Damian stalked forward. Jun’s chest rose and fell. His body tightened. Damian moved a slow step closer. Jun was trembling. Damian edged another twelve inches across the carpet. The skin over Jun’s ribs thinned and thickened as he breathed.
Damian’s hand shot out. He grabbed Jun by his hair. “Mine.”
Jun whimpered, eyes rolling back, his body slackening in Damian’s grip.
Damian leaned down toward his ear. “You led me on a merry chase, wolfling.”
“Alpha.”
Damian kissed him brutally, half pulling Jun up from the floor. Jun’s hand came up, gripping at Damian’s arm.
Damian broke the kiss. Jun’s lips were puffy, and his eyes were fluttering.
“Richard, rope, please.”
“Happily.” There were sounds of a heavy body getting off the couch and a whimper from Collin. Jun stayed in Damian’s grip as if he were drugged.
This feeling was a drug. Damian wanted to wrap himself in this sensation, the heady power and connection of it.
“DaSu,” Jun whimpered.
“Hush, wolfling. Alpha is going to take care of you.” Damian stepped into Jun, forcing his boy to lean back on his heels. Damian moved half a step farther, pushing Jun’s face into his bulge in the front of pants. His feet crowded Jun in on either side. Jun’s shoulders pressed into Damian’s thighs.
Richard returned with two lengths of natural jute. Damian lifted one leg, forcing Jun’s head down and between his thighs, trapping him there. Jun struggled. Damian leaned down, keeping his thighs tight. Hunched over, neck trapped between Damian’s legs, and on his knees, Jun was going nowhere fast. Damian grabbed Jun’s wrists, starting a quick, safe tie around each of his boy’s wrists and brought them together behind his middle back, wrist to elbow.
“Nice tie.” Richard watched, a satisfied look in his eyes.
Damian smiled, the praise going right to his soul. “I had a good teacher.”
Richard grinned.
