To the Moon

Chapter 11

SEBASTIAN

I took twice as long to shower. The water ran cold before I landed on any solid answers to the questions spinning in my head.

It all seemed so clear in wolf form. My wolf wanted to mark and claim Gunnar as my mate. He couldn't think about anything else.

As a human, I had far more pressing concerns. Gunnar didn't outright hate me anymore, but we weren't exactly friends yet. How would he feel if my wolf pounced on him from behind, held him down, and —

I couldn't think like that. If I imagined myself fucking him, in wolf or human form, our talk would have to wait until I found an ice maker and poured a bucket down my pants.

The discussion couldn't wait. After I dressed for bed and brushed my teeth, I steeled myself before the bathroom mirror. I could do this.

Finally, I opened the door. Instead of finding my mate awake, I heard his soft snores drifting from the far bed. Thinking like a gentleman, I'd taken a room I knew had two queen beds. Now, I wished I'd been selfish and picked one with a single king.

We needed the separate beds, tonight especially. In the morning, I would explain how my wolf felt about Gunnar.

I climbed into my cold bed and buried my head under a pillow, trying to block out the truth along with the light from the fireplace.

My wolf wasn't the only one falling for Gunnar.

I liked him. A lot. Yes, we came from completely different backgrounds, and yes, we clashed on a few topics, but he was competent and kind, a far cry from most of my father's employees.

Was it really that easy with me? After a lifetime of lies and unnecessary cruelty from my father and his cronies, I was extremely loyal to anyone who helped me. It wasn't the first time. My nanny, Ms. Rhonda, had been competent and kind, too, and I owned her retirement home in Boca Raton.

She would be waiting a while for my next call.

Thankfully, Amber knew the routine. This wasn't the first time I'd hidden from my father for a few months.

She would pass a message to Ms. Rhonda's nurses, and they would let her know I was all right.

Then she would utter a few choice curse words directed toward my father and say a prayer for me.

I needed all the divine guidance I could get. I still didn't know how to broach the subject of our mating with Gunnar.

I was almost asleep when I felt the bed dip. "Sebastian? Are you awake?"

A pillow still rested on my face. I flipped it under my head and stared up at Gunnar in the waning firelight.

He bit his bottom lip. "This is going to sound strange, but can I sleep with you? It's cold by the window."

Certain this was a dream, I pulled back the covers and scooted over to give him room. Instead of taking it, he curled against my side. I slung my arm over his shoulder and tugged him closer.

"Thank you."

"Mm-hmm." I had Gunnar in bed with me, but my brain was done for the night. I fell asleep with my mate nestled against my side.

I woke in another world, one where a very sexy Gunnar with the most adorable bedhead stared up at me from between my legs. The fire had long gone out, but the door to the bathroom was cracked open, and the single stripe of light was enough to set the entire room aglow, thanks to my wolf vision.

Gunnar had been nuzzling my balls. Now that I was awake, he turned his attention to my cock.

"Wait! We need to talk!"

He shook his head, brushing his stubbled chin across my sensitive flesh. "After we take the edge off."

Not ideal, but we had a plan, at least. I took a deep breath to relax my shoulders. Gunnar chose that moment to slide his mouth onto my tip. I exhaled with a whine.

He added his hands, sliding one along the base of my shaft while cupping my balls with the other. His tongue felt so good as he circled my cock head. Too soon, I was on the edge of bliss.

He dropped his hands to the bed and shoved them under my ass, lifting me up and spreading me apart. Warm heat engulfed me until I felt my cock nudge the back of his throat. His eyes watered, but he kept going, kneading my ass with his fingers as he bobbed on my cock.

I wanted his fingers and cock inside me, but that could wait. Now, I enjoyed my mate's talented mouth. "I'm close," I warned. I'd gotten blowjobs from folks who didn't swallow before, and I wanted to give him the option.

Instead, he slid even further onto my shaft and swallowed around me. The squeeze of his throat was all it took to send me over the edge. My cock continued to pulse in his mouth, and he swallowed each time.

When I finally stopped shooting down his throat, he lifted off me with a slurp and proceeded to lick me clean. My oversensitive cock twitched with each flick of his tongue.

"That's enough," I said. "Too much, even."

He lifted himself on his elbows and blew on my cock, making my whole body shiver. "I'm not particularly good at giving head," he said. "I wanted you to know that before we talk about the future."

I covered my face with a pillow. Hiding from him wouldn't work forever, but I didn't want him to see my expression and think I was upset with him. "Whoever said you're not the best cocksucker on the planet is a fucking liar."

He snorted. "Oh, so you're an expert on cocksucking?"

"I've had a few blowjobs," I admitted. "More than a few. None were as amazing."

Gunnar tried to hide his blush against my thigh, but it didn't work. He looked fucking adorable.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and he smiled up at me. The rare sight made my heart pound against my ribs. I cupped his cheek, memorizing the feel of it beneath my palm. The next time we started fighting, I would remember what it felt like to let him win.

His hands were still lodged under my ass, and one of his pinkies inched closer to my hole. I closed my eyes and stifled a groan.

"Am I hurting you?" He dropped back on his knees, his eyes wide. "I'm sorry!"

"No pain," I said. "You made me think about next time with your fingers so close to my ass."

He withdrew his fingers, and I instantly regretted mentioning it. "You're vers?" he asked.

I nodded. This wasn't the conversation I planned to have this morning, but it was a start. "You?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "There's something weird going on with my ass, and my wolf wants to present to you like I'm a bitch in heat, but yeah, before I knew about the wolfy side of me, I was vers."

Before I could ask about his ass, he tugged my hand from where I'd clamped it in the sheets and stretched up beside me, dragging my fingers along his wet crease. "See? Weird."

"Probably a weird time to tell you I'm bisexual, too, right?

" He frowned, and I laughed. "This doesn't feel like vaginal fluid.

There's more of it, for one." I ran my finger around his slick rim and brought it to my lips.

"Tastes sweet, like precome." I returned my fingers to his rim and slid one inside, eliciting a moan. "Reminds me of lube."

I yanked my finger back and cradled my hand to my chest. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have assumed—"

"Gods, Sebastian, I want you to touch me. That's why I put your hand there."

"Inside, though? I didn't overstep?"

He tugged at my hand again. "Please. It felt so good."

I rolled onto my side and rolled him away from me. His crack glistened like donut glaze in the low light. He smelled like donuts, too, or maybe that was my stomach's wishful thinking. It was almost time for breakfast, after all.

I slid two fingers inside him this time, testing the viscosity of the liquid. It was a little thicker than water, but still smooth. "Do you mind if I get a better taste?" I asked.

He answered with an enthusiastic whimper. I worked my way down, peppering kisses across his shoulders, back, and the curve of his ass before spreading his cheeks wide and licking from his taint to his hole. With a whine, he wriggled backward, trying to get closer to my tongue.

The slick stuff tasted even better direct from the source.

I licked around his rim before delving inside his hole, working my tongue alongside my fingers.

One day, I wanted to fuck him like this, on our sides, draped over him while I drove him out of his mind.

Today, I wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made me with the blowjob.

"Don't stop, please." Gunnar grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to his thigh. I lifted his leg onto my side, spreading him wide and giving me better access to his balls. I played with them while I continued to feast on his ass.

Gunnar whined like it wasn't enough. He needed my hand on his cock, but I wasn't ready to let him go just yet. I tugged on his balls. At the same time, I twisted my fingers into the spongy tissue of his prostate. He bucked against me and cried, "Fuck, Sebastian, please!"

I released his balls and let my hand drift further between his legs.

I palmed his thick cock, and that was all it took for him to let go with a shout.

Cum spurted over my hand as his channel squeezed my fingers and tongue.

I continued to lick and suck until he pushed at my shoulder.

"That's too much. You're going to kill me! "

I released him and brought my cum-soaked hand to my mouth, licking my palm and fingers clean. Even his cum tasted sweet.

I couldn't survive on Gunnar alone. It was a good thing Bettina had already texted to say breakfast would be ready at seven. "Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Are you offering?" He looked over his shoulder with so much unbridled lust, I didn't know how to respond. My phone pinged with a notification, rousing me from my stupor.

"Breakfast is ready. Bacon, eggs, and waffles for two."

I showed him my message screen. "We'll need to be on our best behavior for Bettina," I warned.

She was a former school headmistress, and she still carried a ruler in her apron pocket. She'd never once taken it out in my presence, but it reminded me she could use it to slap my knuckles at any moment. Either that or she used it to measure twice, cut once while making small kitchen repairs.

Gunnar hopped out of bed, naked and unbothered by the cold, though each exhale was a puff of white.

"You lied to me."

"Huh?" His gaze flicked to mine, his eyes wide.

"You weren't cold last night."

His cheeks darkened with another pretty blush. "Maybe not cold, per se. My wolf woke me up and demanded to sleep with you."

Finally, we'd reached the discussion we needed to have. "My wolf wants me to bite and claim you, just as you asked."

Instead of answering, he went to the dresser I'd packed with the contents of his shopping bags. He removed the items with care, as though he worried they might turn into snakes and bite him. He pulled on his underwear and socks with the same caution.

"We don't have to go along with what they want," he whispered. "You deserve someone—"

"Gunnar," I cut him off.

He glanced up at me, and then at the jeans still folded in his lap.

"Don't tell me what I deserve. It's all I've heard my entire life, both good and bad.

My dad thought I deserved cancer instead of my mom.

My teachers all thought I deserved the best grades according to my last name and regardless of my ability.

Mom was the only one who thought I deserved happiness. "

I closed my eyes against the sting her memory still invoked. I could hear her voice in my head, even now. "Above all else, be happy. Only you know what that means and how it looks. Don't let anyone else steal your happiness away with their own misguided versions."

"You deserve happiness with someone worthy of you."

My head swam when I sat up, but it didn't stop me. I moved without thinking until I sat beside him, my knee pressed against his, my body turned slightly so I could study his face. "My wolf and I agree." I cupped my hand over his. "It's you."

He met my gaze, and this time it held, though his open disbelief made me question our choices. "You and your wolf are fucking crazy."