Chapter 13
Corbin
I was beginning to think that Crow might like Sebbie better than me.
I couldn’t really blame her. Sebbie was adorable. He was joyful and sweet, and the way he talked about his work showed how compassionate and caring he was. I’d seen that side of him in his “dream” as well. He truly cared about people.
I’d gone to bed last night hopeful that I would be pulled into his dreams again, but it hadn’t happened.
I wondered if proximity had something to do with it.
If so, perhaps I would need to find a reason to stay over with him.
I knew it was too soon to talk about moving in together—I wasn’t as clueless as my hellhound brothers when it came to relationships.
Still, maybe I could find an excuse to spend a night or two at his place. Or maybe more than a night or two.
I suddenly had a lot more sympathy for what the rest of my brothers had gone through.
When you found your mate, it was hard not to spend every moment with them, especially when it was new and you were getting to know them.
I’d been ready to take things slow, but now I couldn’t wait to see Sebbie again.
It was like kissing him had unlocked something inside of me. And it wasn’t about sex, either, although of course I wanted to be intimate with him. It was like I had let him in and he’d gotten inside my skin, and now I wanted to be close to him all the time.
Which brought me to my current situation—waiting impatiently for Sebbie to come by. I didn’t even have Crow to keep me company, because she was at Sebbie’s, hanging out outside his house. Which is also how I knew he hadn’t left yet.
I sat on my bed, shuffling through my mother’s tarot deck. I thought of Sebbie, and I chose a card from the deck.
The reversed Ten of Swords.
A man lay on the ground, ten swords embedded in him.
There was darkness, but the sun was rising and bringing light.
There were no flowing wounds on the man, despite the injuries.
It was a fitting card, symbolizing both death and rebirth, and didn’t that sum up Sebbie’s true nature?
He was both a reaper and a ferryman. He was death, but he was also new beginnings.
I wasn’t surprised it was reversed. He hadn’t accepted his nature yet.
I put the card back and continued to shuffle, wondering about my role in Sebbie’s journey. A card fell out of the deck. A sassy deck for sure—it couldn’t even wait for me to do a drawing. I looked at the card.
The High Priestess.
I huffed a laugh. The priestess was intuition and spiritual knowledge; she was a balance between light and dark, a reminder to trust your heart and that things were not always what they appeared. I had no doubt that I would serve as a guide to Sebbie, reminding him to trust his inner voice.
I picked the deck up and chose my own card.
Justice.
Interesting. Justice was balance and truth, karma, and logic.
It seemed in opposition to the High Priestess, but the two cards worked well together.
They were their own balance. Karmic balance.
Wasn’t that my very purpose as a hellhound?
To bring about justice? And perhaps I was more mystical than many of my brethren because of my other side.
I wondered if I was the object of justice in his world, as it had seemed when I’d been a hellhound in his dream. Was my role solely to follow his lead in that place? Or was I also to serve as a form of spiritual guidance, helping him to make the decisions?
My thoughts were interrupted by Crow, who let me know that Sebbie was almost here.
I’d asked her to let me know when he left, and I let my exasperation flow through our bond.
She always had a bit of an attitude, but she was definitely being mischievous lately.
Both Crow and the tarot deck were apparently meddlers.
I got off the bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
I needed to get my clean laundry from the laundry room.
I had no problem walking around naked, and neither did Jude, but Thea stayed here sometimes.
She wasn’t here at the moment, but we’d gotten into the habit of wearing clothes so that we didn’t make her uncomfortable if she stopped in.
We’d found out rather early on that she didn’t appreciate seeing “our junk,” because according to her, “Eww, you’re like my brothers. ”
To be fair, it was usually only after we shifted, first thing in the morning, or late at night. Because who wanted to wear clothes to sleep in? Well, Jude apparently did, but I didn’t. I agreed with Atlas on that one—clothes were itchy, at least when you slept.
I was halfway to the laundry room when I felt Sebbie’s presence and detoured to the front door. I sent a silent growl at Crow in my mind, because that was not “close by,” that was here. She only sent back amusement.
I opened the door. Sebbie was holding a bag and rifling through it.
“I brought some trail mix and stuff, although you probably have snacks—” He looked up and stopped talking abruptly, his mouth open a bit.
I looked down at myself. Yes, I had pants on. Crow cawed out in the trees, and I swear I could hear the laughter in it.
I looked back at Sebbie, and he bit his lower lip as he stared at my chest.
Oh. My mate appreciated how I looked.
I might have stood up a little straighter, puffed my chest a bit, and flexed my arm that was holding open the door.
Sebbie was still staring at my chest, and I took him in.
He was wearing jeans and a light sweater, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a bulge in his pants.
I couldn’t help my own response to that, and it didn’t take long before Sebbie’s eyes were focused on my growing… issue.
Dammit. I was going to be a gentleman. I was going to take things slow.
“Staring at it will not help things,” I murmured.
“Oh, I think it’s helping things quite a bit,” Sebbie said, his eyes still focused on my dick.
I heard the back door shut and realized Jude had just made himself scarce. I’d have to remember to thank him later.
Sebbie didn’t even seem to register the sound, because his eyes were still focused on my growing issue. With a growl, I pulled him in the door and turned him so his back was against the wall, kicking the door shut with my foot. He tilted his head up eagerly to meet me as I leaned down to kiss him.
He tasted like fresh, cold berries—sweet and tart and refreshing, a burst of flavor exploding in my mouth as I kissed him. I gathered him in my arms, and his hands caressed my bare chest and arms, petting my skin as our mouths danced together.
His dick was pressed against my thigh, and he was rubbing against me, causing friction against my own dick pressed against his stomach. His hands reached down toward my sweatpants, and I groaned, lifting him up in my arms so our dicks were aligned.
He made an adorable little squeak, wrapped his legs around me, and then laughed joyously. I smiled with my lips still against his.
“I was going to take this slow,” I murmured against his lips, still smiling.
He leaned back a bit, his legs still wrapped around me, his arms holding onto my neck. “First of all, holy shit is it sexy that you can hold me up like this. Second of all, why were you gonna take things slow?”
I pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling back to answer. “Because I care about you.”
His eyes went wide and then softened, and he graced me with another bright smile. “I care about you, too, but you do not need to take things slow on my account.”
He leaned in and nipped at my bottom lip, and it sent fireworks shooting through my entire body. I kissed him again, our mouths tasting and nibbling. I started walking toward my bedroom while I carried him, and each step made our dicks rub together deliciously.
I growled, Sebbie moaned, and I thanked all the demons in hell that I had left my bedroom door open.
I walked in and kicked it shut behind me without breaking away from our kiss.
Only when I felt the bed against my legs did I lift my lips from his, leaning down while I gently laid Sebbie on the bed.
His butt was at the edge of the mattress, his legs dangling off, and he leaned up on his elbows to look at me. His eyes were wide and filled with pleasure. I growled at the sight of him spread out before me, and he shivered at the sound.
“Sebbie…” I started. Fuck. Words were hard, but I didn’t want to move too fast. I didn’t want to do anything Sebbie didn’t want.
“What? Tell me what you want,” Sebbie begged.
“I want to strip off your clothes and taste your cock, my hands running along every inch of skin I can touch. I want to climb on top of you naked and rut against you, skin to skin, our bodies sliding along each other. I want to grab both our hard cocks in my hand and jerk us off together, using the precum I’m leaking just thinking about you to slick the way.
I want to taste your lips and bite your neck and lave at your nipple while you moan and thrust your hips against me.
I want to make you come and then use it to finish myself off. ”
Sebbie gasped, his arms going out from under him. “Fuck, Corbin. Yes. Ohmygod, yes.”
He kicked off his shoes as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them and his boxer briefs off in one swift motion.
He was frantically pulling at his shirt to get it off, and I shoved off my sweatpants and kneeled down in front of the bed.
His dick was hard and glistening, a darker color against his skin.
It was a perfect handful—a perfect mouthful.
“I’m not that bi—” Sebbie started, one arm still stuck in his sweater.
He gasped, unable to finish his statement as I swallowed him down.
Sebbie was delicious, and I moaned as a spurt of precum coated my tongue.
I ran my hands along his thighs, squeezing and caressing, listening intently to each little moan and gasp that came from his lips.
My own dick jumped at his sounds, and I resisted the urge to reach down and squeeze myself.
“Corbin,” Sebbie moaned.
I pulled my mouth from his dick, giving it one final lick. I would suck him until he came in my mouth at some point, but now I needed to feel his skin against mine. I stood, and Sebbie leaned up on his elbows again. His jaw went slack as his eyes roamed down to my dick.
“Oh. Oh, my,” he murmured.
My dick jerked at his perusal, and he smiled.
“Someone looks very happy to see me,” he joked.
“You have no idea,” I mumbled, and then I was crawling onto the bed, my body hovering over his.
I gripped both our dicks in my hand, squeezing them together. Fuck, that felt good.
“Oh, god,” Sebbie moaned.
I looked down at us both in my fist. His cock was dainty and cute next to mine, and something about the size difference set off something primal in me.
My hand almost totally engulfed him, my own cock dwarfing his.
I growled at the sight, slowly stroking our dicks together, the top of his dick rubbing against the underside of my head, each stroke sending a shiver throughout my body.
“Look at us together. So beautiful,” I murmured.
Sebbie’s dick jumped in my hand, a groan coming out of his mouth. I pumped us harder, stroking and squeezing, our cocks rubbing together.
Sebbie lifted his head and looked down at our dicks. “Oh, god, you’re so big,” he moaned.
“Do you like that? Do you like seeing my cock against yours?” I asked. “They’re perfect together.”
Sebbie flopped his head back, groaning again. I leaned down to nibble at his lips, kissing him. I broke our kiss as I jerked us both harder, unable to not look at our cocks together.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
I knew he was talking about his dick. He wasn’t that small—maybe a bit below average, and he didn’t seem self-conscious or nervous about it. In fact, he seemed to like our size difference just as much as I did.
“I love your cute little dick, and I love how it feels rubbing against mine,” I murmured.
With a long groan, Sebbie was coming. I pumped harder, the wetness making slick sounds as I did so. My own orgasm rolled through me, the pleasure at feeling him against me and knowing I’d pleased him too much to hold back.
I worked us both through our orgasms, slowly gentling my hold on us until I was simply grasping us both in my hand.
I leaned down and nipped at his lip again, and he met my kiss, our mouths melding together, light groans coming from both of us.
Only when he pulled away to gasp for breath did I let our dicks go and roll off of him, pulling him so that his head was nestled on my chest.
I breathed out a sigh of contentment, and Sebbie ran his hand gently along my chest as he snuggled in. He was perfect, and I wanted him next to me constantly.
I really needed to figure out how to move in with him. I just needed to think up a reason. And if I couldn’t think of something, I had a meddling family and a sassy familiar who would surely help.