Page 74 of In This Iron Ground
“Do I seem drunk?”
“It’s hard to tell with humans, sometimes.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Good.”
“I’m not looking for anything serious,” Damien said.
Nasir paused momentarily. “Okay.”
The walk to Nasir’s was comfortable, even as electricity thrummed between them. The thought that Damien had never had sex with a werewolf kept flashing in his mind. Not because he had any particular fetish he was aware of, but because their senses and abilities were bound to make such a physical experience different.
By the time they reached Nasir’s apartment, Damien was feeling a little desperate.
Damien couldn’t have prepared himself for the experience that followed. Even consciously reminding himself of shifters’ heightened senses and strength didn’t predict the sheer force and depth of having sex with one of them.
Nasir pulled Damien towards him as soon as they were through the door, as if he couldn’t wait a moment longer without his scent on Damien. Instead of aiming for the mouth, Nasir tipped his head and licked Damien’s neck. Damien shuddered.
Damien had never really liked being manhandled by people he hadn’t had a few encounters with, but the easy, skilled strength Nasir displayed instantly turned Damien on. The way he focused on areas that humans didn’t tend to linger on, marking his scent. The way that he seemed to be claiming Damien in a way that read more as being part of sex than of possession. The way he nuzzled and bit all over Damien’s body.
The focus on Damien was both overwhelming and delicious.
At one point, Nasir growled deep in his chest and Damien felt it all the way to his toes. It was the best fuck he’d ever had. As playful as it was intent, without the baggage of intimacy or emotion.
“Jesus,” Damien said as he lay sated and panting on the bed.
Even though Damien knew werewolves were resistant to STDs, they had still used a condom, and Nasir rolled away momentarily to discard it before settling back against him. Damien could feel his smile as Nasir nuzzled his neck.
“Do I smell like you now?” Damien asked sleepily.
“Hmm, you still smell more like him.”
“Really?” Damien ignored the pleased feeling in his stomach.
“Mmhmm. You run with him?”
“Yeah.”
“That’d do it. Guess we’ll just have to be insistent,” Nasir smirked. Damien rolled his eyes but accepted Nasir’s following kiss.
Damien left not long after that, not wanting to fall asleep in Nasir’s bed. He never spent the night with people he had sex with. He didn’t want to have a nightmare and have to explain himself.
Despite his mental lecture not to let what he felt for Hakan get in the way of what had been an immensely pleasurable experience, Damien showered thoroughly when he got home. It was almost an instinctual need.
It’s because of the pack. Not Hakan, Damien thought.
The lie was too weak to hold.
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“Those vegetables are not the same as the ones in this picture,” Damien said. “Look! These are thejudias verdes. I don’t know whatthatis.”
“Well, why did you look for the recipe in Spanish!”
“I didn’t look for it in Spanish, Ifoundit in Spanish. It’s a Spanish dish. I thought it would be more authentic.”
“Not if we can’t read it.”
