Chapter 20 Sebastian #2
“Let me get it ready for you. I’ll be right back.” I crossed the bedroom and walked into the bathroom, before surveying the space. It was large, modern, and continued the same muted grays and dark colors of the bedroom.
I started the water and added some scented bubble bath I’d bought with Kayla in mind. I swished the water back and forth until the temperature felt right. Then I returned to the bedroom.
I wasn’t used to feeling nervous around Kayla, and I didn’t like it, but I’d forced the turn on her, and part of me was waiting for her fury about that.
“Everything’s ready,” I said before I scooped her into my arms.
She laughed and made a half-hearted protest then relaxed against me, her arms twining around my neck. “Will you help me wash my hair?”
I chuckled, quite sure she could wash her own hair. “Of course.”
“And my body?” She seemed to press a little closer, and my cock twitched at her proximity.
“If you like.” My voice came out deeper, almost needier.
“I’d like.” She met my gaze with a clear one and pressed closer still. “I might really like.”
“Well then.” I grazed a kiss against her temple. “I think I’ll be washing my mate.”
The bathroom was still filled with steam as I set her on her feet and wound an arm around her to keep her steady. I almost unwrapped her, like she was a gift just for me, discarding her night clothes to the side before I lowered her into the water.
“You joining me?” She drew big soapy bubbles up her arms, covering herself in suds.
“Me?” I hadn’t considered getting in with her, but now it was all I wanted. My body strained toward her, and I was already yanking my T-shirt off before she responded.
“Yes, you.” Just two words. She could have teased me by saying something flippant, but she didn’t.
Instead, she reinforced my importance to her, and some of my doubt about turning her slid away. Maybe we’d be okay after all.
I lowered myself behind her, my legs either side of hers, and reached for the shampoo, taking care to wet her hair thoroughly before I applied any.
She moaned, leaning back into my touch as I massaged the damp strands of her hair and kneaded my fingers against her scalp. I glanced over her shoulder to where her body disappeared into the water, the bubbles concealing her from my view as I imagined what lay out of sight.
I rinsed her hair as best I could and coiled it out of the way as I ran my hands over her shoulders. Her skin was so soft, almost begging to be touched as I smoothed my palms to her elbows and back, my strokes lengthening as I lost myself in the feel of her.
She rested her hands on my thighs and I shifted away from her, drawing back as my cock stiffened.
“Hello,” she whispered as I played my thumbs at the base of her neck, massaging the tension I found there. “Pleased to see me?”
I laughed, the sound embarrassed. Caught. “Always,” I confessed, trying to concentrate on something other than the way she made me feel. “But this bath is about you, not me.”
She turned, sending a wave of water up the side of the bath and nearly over the rim, but it receded as she settled on her knees in front of me. “Why can’t it be about both of us?” She leaned closer, bringing her face close to mine, like she was presenting herself to me.
I mimicked her movement until our lips were barely apart. “I’m trying to do something nice for you.”
Her laugh caressed me. “Then be really nice.” Her mouth was soft when she kissed me, her tongue gentle as it touched mine, and she rested her hands on my thighs again, keeping herself stable.
I moved my hands over her back, drawing my fingers over her shoulder blades and down her spine then to her waist and back up her front to where I could cup her breasts. She parted her lips farther in a gasp, and I grinned as I strummed my thumbs over her nipples.
She tried to crawl closer, but my sitting position and the small space of the bath made that difficult. Instead, I supported her under her ass so she could straddle me.
“That’s better,” she muttered as she wrapped her arms around my neck and lowered her face to mine, taking more kisses. I was happy to give them. She could have all my kisses. Always.
She rested a hand on my chest, casual, light. And as she drew her touch downward, it stayed casual and light, but the contact sent sparks racing through me, and awareness of her prickled inside me.
Shit. I wanted her. I wanted to move inside her and I wanted her blood on my tongue. I groaned at my thoughts, and her fingers stopped where they were tracing the lines of my abs. I froze, willing her on, waiting for her movements to resume.
“Did I hurt you?”
I almost laughed. Waiting was the most delicious pain. I shook my head. “Never.”
She teased me, trailing her touch toward my cock then drawing away, making me hope then letting me down. My muscles tightened with anticipation before relaxing, and she laughed as she looked down between us.
“It’s dancing.”
I laughed at the unexpected delight in her voice.
“Only for you.” My own voice was a little strained as I fought to control my desire.
“What else can I make it do…?” She sounded so thoughtful that a wave of horror nearly washed through me. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and it wasn’t some sort of cock-based talent contest.
“Please.” I whispered the word against her temple. “Please touch me.”
She drew back a little. “Hmm.”
I waited.
“Like this?” She curled her fingers around my shaft and stroked upward from my balls to the tip.
I drew a sharp inhale and she did it again, her other hand reaching down to cup my balls as she covered my mouth with hers, suddenly demanding with her kisses. A groan rumbled through my chest, and I matched her kiss for kiss as my need for her grew.
Without warning, she switched her position, pressing closer to me and angling herself over my cock.
I held my breath as I met her gaze.
“I want you,” she told me.
I nodded, my throat dry. I wanted her in ways I couldn’t even tell her about. I wanted to bury myself inside her. I wanted my fangs at her throat, her blood on my tongue. Energy flashed through me, and I tilted my hips and sought her entrance as she pressed downward.
Shit, she was tighter than I expected. I reached between us and rolled her clit under my finger until she gasped and I nudged into her. Just a little at first until she raised herself higher again then dropped back down. She took more of me this time, and I bit my lip to contain a moan.
Inch by inch, she sank onto me. Kayla was fully in control, and I palmed her breasts as she dropped her head back.
The position exposed her neck to me, and I pressed my mouth over her pulse, teasing myself.
“Bite me, Sebastian.”
Her voice was so soft I almost didn’t hear her over the rush of blood in my ears.
“I want you to bite me. Make me yours,” she said, and my fangs descended in answer to her request.
I wanted to. Fucking hell, I really wanted to. “Are you sure?” But damn my manners.
My fangs grazed her skin and she shivered.
“Please.”
That was all I needed to hear. I pressed slowly forward with my fangs and she flinched, but then she relaxed as my venom hit her system.
My cock was buried in my mate, and now my fangs were, too. Her blood spilled into my mouth and… I’d come home. There was no other way to describe it. Kayla was my home, the woman made just for me. Her blood was my drug, her body made for me to worship.
We belonged together.
Too soon, I pulled my mouth away and sealed the small holes I’d made with a swipe of my tongue.
“My turn?” There was hesitation in Kayla’s voice as she continued to grind against me, riding my cock in a way that kept my muscles tensed and coiled. I was desperate for release.
“Your turn?” Her words made no sense. I could only feel the joining of our bodies. Actual thoughts were too much to process.
“Yeah.” She angled my head to bare my neck to her, and excitement took hold of me.
Her new fangs nipped at my skin, and I clamped down on my wince as she inefficiently bit through. Then her sucking filled me with euphoria, and she rode me with increased enthusiasm.
My balls tightened against my body and they throbbed as sensation rose through me, swelling my shaft inside Kayla’s body and signaling my release.
I groaned as Kayla sucked one last time and began to pulse around my cock as I came inside her.
She pressed her mouth against mine once more and I held her, my palms against the small of her back as our breathing regulated.
Later, after the bath had cooled, I clasped her to me and stepped out then draped her with towels.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and I carried her into the bedroom before laying her on the bed and smoothing the water droplets from her skin.
She was so sleepy when I tucked her under the comforter and gathered her in my arms again.
“I love you, Kayla.” I nuzzled against the side of her face and a slow grin took control of her mouth. “And thank you.”
She stretched before relaxing against me again. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m around for a while now.” Her laugh was tired, too. “I’m going to help you secure Nic’s reign and get rid of those other shitty vampires who are acting against him.”
“And after?” I smoothed my palm over her back, relishing the warm, soft skin. “Is there anything you’d like to do then?” I’d do anything for her, anything with her.
“There is one thing.” She cracked open one eye and looked at me.
“Anything.” I kissed her cheek.
“Lettie and I always said we’d go to Ireland one day. I’d like to go there.”
“Consider it done,” I promised her. “We have the rest of our lives to travel, and if you want to go somewhere, I’ll make that happen for you. I want to make you happy, always.” I kissed her again and watched her as her eyes fluttered closed again and her breathing evened out.
Then I held her in my arms as we both slept.