Page 2 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12 (The Residency Boys #8)

Jun pulled his pants off, leaving him in a tight pair of black boxer briefs.

Collin smiled. “There.” He rubbed his face as if a little embarrassed but happy. “Anything else you were going to do tonight?”

Jun nodded toward Damian. “I was going to go over there and drive DaSu crazy until he dragged me off to that bed.”

Heat washed through Damian.

“Do you get stuck in it, too?” Collin mock whispered.

Jun rolled his eyes. “I had to bite him, just to escape to use the bathroom.”

Rude.

Even Richard snorted.

“My bed is fine,” Damian protested. And even finer with Jun stuck in it.

Jun leaned back on his hands so he could fully look at DaSu around the end of the coffee table. “Your bed is a trap. Richard had to help me out of it the one time you couldn’t.”

Comical outrage was such a good look on Jun. Sitting there, his abs on display, his bubble butt propped up on his heels, and the muscular cording in his arms showing as he held himself up, he was temptation personified.

And there was no reason Damian had to resist. His wolfling had played his hand, and now he would play his.

Damian pushed out of his chair. “I don’t think Richard is going to rescue you tonight.”

“I thought you were tired.” Jun flipped over, scurrying away from Damian. He crawled behind the couch where Richard and émeric were sitting.

“Not that tired.”

“Nope. You’re very, very tired.” Jun got to his feet, keeping the couch between them.

“I was. Then you started stripping.”

“I thought you wanted me to make friends.”

“Of course, I do. But now you’re practically naked.”

“He does have a point,” émeric agreed.

Damian sent émeric a smirk, which the dark Frenchman returned.

Richard scooped Collin off the floor and into his lap.

Damian started stalking around the couch.

Jun’s eyes darted around the room. He made a dash for the space by the window, aiming to escape back the way Damian had come. Damian changed directions. Jun was essentially boxed in in the living room, but Damian was on the end of the room with doorways and hallways.

“Do you need help?” émeric asked.

“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.

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.

Damian swung off Jun and quickly bent forward, pulling Jun over his shoulder, Jun’s head hanging down over his back.

“I think someone wants to see my bed.” Damian smirked at the room.

émeric and Richard were grinning proudly. Collin was flushed and trapped on émeric’s lap, his Sir’s hand over his mouth.

A blunt pain sank into Damian’s side.

Damian slapped Jun’s upturned butt. “Next time, I’m gagging you.”

Jun bit again.

Damn it, the boy had teeth!

“Excuse me.” Damian made haste toward his room.

He made it into his room without hitting Jun’s head on the wall, mostly because Jun had refrained from struggling.

He threw Jun down on the bed on his back.

The soft mattress enveloped Jun’s bound form like a second set of bondage wraps.

Jun wiggled. Damian leaned forward, trapping Jun’s legs from the knees down against the side of the bed.

He grabbed Jun’s black boxer briefs, peeling them down Jun’s thighs. Jun’s hard length slapped against his stomach as Damian freed it.

It was too tempting.

Damian bent over Jun’s thigh and sucked where Jun’s cock met his balls.

Jun shrieked, thrusting up and side to side. “DaSu.”

Damian bit at the skin of Jun’s ball sac with lip-covered teeth until he teased the balls forward. He sucked them into his mouth, one and then the other and then both at the same time. Jun thrashed, animal sounds spilling from his throat, his back arched.