Chapter 19
The cool air of the room raises goose bumps across my chest, my nipples hardening in the chill. Sebastian’s pupils dilate until only a thin ring of hazel remains.
“You’re so beautiful.” His palms skim up my sides, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a touch so light it might be accidental.
When I arch into his hands, he repeats the motion with more intent, circling the sensitive flesh until I gasp.
His mouth replaces his fingers, hot and wet around one nipple, while his hand continues to tease the other.
The dual sensation pulls a moan from deep in my chest, my fingers threading through his short hair to hold him close.
His tongue flicks the hardened peak, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my groin.
“Too many clothes,” I mutter, tugging at his button-up shirt.
Sebastian pulls back, his lips wet and red, to look up at me. “Here? Anyone could walk in.”
I glance at the bank of monitors, then back to him. “You’re telling me you don’t have a lock on the door?”
A small smile tugs at his mouth. “Fair point.”
He reaches around me to press a button on his desk, and the soft click of the lock engaging echoes in the room. Then his hands move to my belt, unbuckling it before popping the button on my jeans. The zipper slides down with a metallic whisper that sends a shiver of awareness through me.
“Lift,” he instructs, and I rise on my knees to allow him to tug my jeans down my thighs.
My black boxer-briefs do little to hide my arousal, and Sebastian’s heated gaze travels over my body. His hands follow, skimming up the backs of my thighs to cup my ass and squeezing.
“So perfect.” He leans forward to kiss my sternum, right over my pounding heart. “I missed you so much.”
The confession crumbles the anger and hurt of a week of absence, my body melting under the weight of his touch, his scent surrounding me, his body warm and solid beneath mine. I pull his face up for another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier, teeth nipping at his bottom lip.
“Stand up,” Sebastian urges. “Let me take these off you.”
I rise on unsteady legs, wobbling as my jeans tangle around my knees.
Sebastian steadies me with firm hands on my hips, then sinks to his knees before me.
He tugs my jeans down to my ankles, helping me take off my shoes before balancing me as I step out of them one foot at a time.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my boxer-briefs, pausing as his eyes lift to mine.
“Yes,” I answer his unspoken question, threading my fingers through his hair. “Please.”
He slides the fabric down, revealing me inch by inch. The air kisses my heated skin as I spring free, hard and already leaking at the tip. Sebastian’s eyes darken further, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and a fresh rush of heat pools in my belly.
Instead of touching me, he rises to his feet, lifting me in one smooth motion that steals my breath. His strength catches me off guard as he handles my weight with ease, turning us toward his chair.
“What are you—”
“Trust me,” he murmurs, setting me to kneel in his leather chair, my back to him. The seat, still warm from his body, cradles me as he nudges my thighs apart with his hands. “Hold on to the backrest.”
I grip the leather, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as Sebastian drops to his knees behind me. His hands slide up my inner thighs, spreading me wider, and a thrill goes up my spine at the way the position leaves me open for his view.
“Sebastian, what—” My question dissolves into a gasp as his breath ghosts over my entrance.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, his words warming my sensitive skin. “Let me show you how much I want to be yours.”
His tongue traces a path up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of dampness that cools in the air-conditioned room.
My fingers dig into the leather backrest, nails denting the butter-soft material as anticipation builds.
When he licks across my entrance, my back arches, a broken sound escaping my throat.
“God, yes,” I breathe, pushing back into his eager mouth.
Sebastian hums his approval, the vibration sending new waves of pleasure through me.
His hands grip my ass, spreading me further as his tongue circles my hole, teasing at the sensitive ring of muscle.
Each pass of his tongue sends electricity coursing through my body, my untouched dick twitching with need.
Just when I think I can’t take any more teasing, he pushes his tongue inside, breaching me with slick heat that pulls a cry from my lips. My thighs shake as he works me open, alternating between deep thrusts of his tongue and broad licks that leave me gasping for air.
“Please,” I beg, rolling my hips. “More. I need more.”
A finger replaces his tongue, circling my entrance before pushing inside. The stretch burns after days without penetration, but the discomfort fades quickly under Sebastian’s careful attention. Never in my life have I felt anything like it. There are some things I just can’t experiment with alone.
“You’re so tight,” he murmurs, his finger pumping in and out. “So perfect for me.”
A second finger joins the first and scissors inside me, stretching me wider. My body responds, slick gathering as my Omega biology prepares for my Alpha. Sebastian’s pheromones pump into the air, clouding my mind.
“Sebastian,” I gasp as his fingers curl upward, finding the spot inside me that sends stars exploding behind my eyelids. “Yes, right there.”
He obeys, focusing his attention on that bundle of nerves until I writhe in the chair, sweat beading across my forehead.
A third finger pushes into me, the stretch now a delicious burn as I rock back to meet each thrust. His tongue returns, licking around his fingers, and the dual sensation is almost too much to bear.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me. I need your cock.”
Sebastian’s fingers slow, but don’t withdraw. “Not yet. Need to make sure you’re ready.”
“I am ready,” I insist in frustration. “Been ready for days.”
His chuckle vibrates against my entrance. “Patience, baby.”
His fingers twist inside me, then scissor, and a fresh wave of slick trickles down my thighs. The scent of my arousal thickens in the air, and behind me, Sebastian drags in a deep breath, a rumble building in his chest.
“Alpha,” I whimper, the word falling from my lips unbidden. “Please. Need you.”
The title draws a growl from him, and his fingers withdraw, leaving me empty and aching. The loss pulls a sound of protest from my throat, quickly silenced by the mechanical whir of the chair rising as Sebastian adjusts the height, raising me into position.
I twist to look over my shoulder, and the sight steals my breath.
Sebastian stands behind me, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a chest marked with scars that match those on his face.
His hands move to his belt, unfastening it with hurried fingers.
The sound of his zipper lowering fills the room, metal teeth parting link by link.
My mouth goes dry as he frees himself, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He strokes himself once, twice, his eyes locked on mine, as he coats himself with my slick.
“Are you sure?” he asks, straining with the effort to hold himself back.
In answer, I grip the armrest and arch my spine, presenting myself to him in the most primal way possible.
Sebastian grips the back of the chair, his knuckles white with tension as he positions himself behind me. His free hand laces through mine on the chair’s arm, our fingers interlocking in a gesture more intimate than the position of our bodies.
The leather creaks beneath us as he shifts forward, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance. His breath fans hot across my nape, stirring the fine hairs and sending shivers down my spine.
“Ready?” he whispers, the word ghosting across my skin.
I squeeze his fingers in answer, pushing back to encourage him.
Sebastian enters me, one careful inch at a time that has my breath catching in my throat.
The stretch burns in the most delicious way, my body yielding to accommodate his size.
When he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass, we both moan in relief.
“Fuck, baby,” Sebastian breathes, his forehead coming to rest between my shoulder blades. “You take me so well.”
The fullness borders on too much, my inner walls clenching around him as my body adjusts. Every small shift sends sparks of sensation radiating outward from where we’re joined. I roll my hips experimentally, and Sebastian’s grip on my hand tightens to the point of pain.
“Don’t move yet,” he pleads, his body tense. “Give me a second.”
I force myself to be still, understanding his struggle for control. He moves inside me, hot and thick, so unlike any of my toys that my toes curl. The scent of our mingled arousal fills the small space, our interwoven pheromones fuzzing out my thoughts.
After several deep breaths, Sebastian straightens behind me.
His free hand slides up my spine, leaving trails of heat in its wake before coming to rest on my shoulder.
So slowly it might be torture, he withdraws until only the head remains inside me, then pushes back in with a control that speaks of an iron will.
“Oh,” I gasp, the slow drag within my sensitive channel sending waves of pleasure washing over me. “Yes, like that.”
Sebastian establishes a gentle rhythm, each thrust measured and deep. The chair rolls slightly with our movements, the wheels locked, but still giving enough to add a rocking sensation that intensifies the friction.
“You’re so perfect.” Sebastian peppers kisses across my shoulders. “So beautiful like this.”
His hand releases mine to wrap around my neglected dick. The touch pulls a broken sound from my throat, my body caught between the dual sensations of him filling me from behind and stroking me from the front. His thumb swipes over the head, spreading the wetness gathered there, and my hips buck.
“That’s it,” he encourages, timing his strokes to match his thrusts. “Let me feel you.”
The chair’s position places me at the perfect height for Sebastian to drive into me at an angle that hits my sweet spot with every thrust. Each time he connects, stars burst behind my eyelids, pleasure coiling tighter at the base of my spine.
My fingers grip the armrests for support as my body rocks with his movements.
Sebastian’s pace increases, his breath coming faster. His lips find the Mark on my nape, teeth scraping the still-sensitive skin. The contact sends a jolt straight to my core, my inner muscles clenching around him hard enough to pull a groan from his chest.
“The Mark,” I gasp, my head falling forward to give him better access. “Do it again.”
He obeys, his mouth closing over the circular scar. When he sucks on the sensitive flesh, my vision blurs at the edges, pleasure coursing through me.
“Mine,” Sebastian whispers over the Mark, the claim vibrating through my body. “My Omega.”
“Yours,” I agree, the admission pulling me closer to the edge. “And you’re mine, my Alpha.”
His hand moves faster on my dick, twisting on the upstroke and making my thighs tremble. Inside me, each thrust hits with unerring accuracy. The leather chair creaks beneath us, the sound mingling with our labored breathing and the wet slap of our bodies moving together.
“Sebastian,” I warn, heat pooling in my belly, pressure building to the point of no return. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” he hisses, teeth scraping over the Mark again. “Come for me, baby.”
His thumb circles the head of my cock, and that final touch sends me hurtling over the edge. My release hits with blinding force, painting white stripes across Sebastian’s hand and the leather chair. My body clenches around him, inner walls pulsing with the force of my climax.
The sensation proves too much for Sebastian’s control. His hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he drives into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulses inside me, filling me with his seed, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades as he groans my name.
For long moments, we stay connected and panting, our bodies trembling with aftershocks. Sebastian’s weight rests against my back, his arms holding me close.
When he slips free, the loss leaves me empty in a way that goes beyond physical. Sebastian helps me stand on shaky legs, turning me to face him before pulling me into his arms. He buries his face in my neck, inhaling, and he gently kisses my sweat-dampened skin.
“Stay with me tonight,” he murmurs, arms tightening around me. “Let me hold you while you sleep.”
I nestle into his embrace, my head resting on his shoulder. “No running away this time?”
“No running.” His hand slides up to cup the back of my neck, thumb brushing over the Mark. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
The tenderness in his touch undoes me. After days of abandonment, of wondering what I’d done wrong, the security of his arms comes as a relief.
My anger hasn’t fully dissipated, a week of silence impossible to erase with one beautiful moment, but the edges have dulled, leaving space for healing to begin.
As we hold each other, a thought surfaces through the pleasant haze of afterglow. “About the cameras in my apartment…”
Sebastian stiffens. “I know I should have told you about the additional security measure. It was wrong of me to—”
“I understand why you put one near the fire escape,” I interrupt, pulling back to look at his face. “You were paranoid about security. But why was there one in the shower?”
Sebastian freezes, his face shifting from satiated to alert in an instant. “What?”
“The tiny camera we found hidden in the shower fixture.” My fingers trace patterns on his chest, following the scars. “I accept you being worried about the fire escape, but the shower was excessive. Were you worried I’d fall, or something?”
“Micah.” Sebastian’s hands grip my shoulders, his eyes sharpening. “I didn’t put a camera in your shower.”
The words hit me like ice water, clearing the last of the pleasure-fog from my brain. “What?”
“I installed cameras covering entry points only.” His face pales beneath his tan. “Windows, doors, hallway. Nothing in the bathroom except the motion sensor on the window.”
“But we found a camera.” The memory of the tiny device Saint discovered embedded in my shower head sends a chill down my spine. “If you didn’t put it there, then who—”
“Travis.” Sebastian’s expression hardens to steel. “He’s been inside your apartment.”