Chapter 34 #2
I moaned a breathy yes as he flicked his fingers back and forth. Then much to my displeasure, he removed his hand from my panties, but only so he could take them off of me, leaving me fully naked beneath him.
His tongue grazed my navel, trailing down lower with each kiss he embedded into my skin. My breath caught with anticipation of where he was headed, but he pulled himself back, denying me the pleasure he was moments away from delivering.
I frowned at the abrupt removal of his mouth from my skin, and Sebastian smirked deviously in response.
His hands dropped to his pants and I pushed myself up on my elbows as he worked to unbutton them. I chewed the inside of my cheek when he released his length, marveling at the size of him as it sprung free from the leather, hard and swollen with lust.
I forced my eyes to move to his face as he bent over me, claiming my mouth in another kiss, this one sloppy and full of need.
He reached his hand back down to my clit, rubbing with it in circular motions. He explored me sensually, toying with every part of my core. A moan escaped me as his touch alone threatened to push me off the edge before we'd even really begun.
“You're going to make me come if you keep doing that,” I said breathlessly as he tormented me with his fingers.
“No.” His hand gleamed with my wetness as he took it away. “I’m going to make you come by fucking you.”
My breath stopped. Fuck. The mouth on this man—
Our eyes kidnapped each other while he waited for my approval, which I granted him by clasping my hand around his girth and guiding it to my entrance. He accepted the invitation and crashed his lips back into mine as he pushed into me slowly. I moaned into his mouth at the feel of him filling me.
“Gods,” I groaned in satisfaction. Everything about this moment felt so undeniably right. Just him and I. Alone in this room. Finally fulfilling the desires we’d both held on to for so long.
He settled himself inside of me, giving me a moment to adjust to the feel of him stretching me. “You good?” he asked with restraint.
My eyes closed against my will from the feel of him stilled within me. As soon as I nodded my answer, he started pumping his cock inside of me. He started off slow, allowing me to acclimate to the size of him.
I moaned, craving more. He grasped my aching for him, and increased the power of his strokes.
He fucked me needily, pulling himself in and out in a perfect rhythm. I glanced down to where our bodies were joined. The sight of him inside of me was everything. I tossed my head back, reveling in the indescribable ecstasy.
His hands slid over my torso, cupping around my breasts. “Fuck, Maeve,” he murmured as he thrusted deeper. “You feel too good.” His voice was hoarse with satisfaction as he slammed into me, each stroke harder and deeper than the latter.
Sebastian’s muscles rippled as he bent his neck down to claim my mouth while his cock throbbed deep inside of me. I moved a finger to the sensitive nub between my thighs and started rubbing, playing with myself while he moved within me.
“As much as I'd love to watch you touch yourself,” Sebastian growled as he grabbed my wrists and moved my hands away, pinning them over my head, “I’d prefer to make you come by myself.” He pressed his mouth back to mine and dropped one of his hands to take over teasing my clit.
Gods.
I bordered the edge of my climax and didn't know how much longer I could hold off from tunneling into oblivion as his tantalizing strokes claimed me. “Seb, I—” My voice escaped me as the motion of his hips made me cry out louder than I had wanted.
My moaning just encouraged him. He fucked me harder until I was whimpering and breathless, coming undone around him. My orgasm led him to claim his own. He pulled out of me, moaning as he spilled himself all over the space between my thighs.
Breathing heavily, he dropped his neck down, smirking at where he released himself. I bit my lip at the view of him admiring me, then he raised his starry eyes to mine.
We smiled at each other. Satisfied with what we'd done, but also knowing that neither of us was completely satiated.
Sebastian kissed me once more before rolling off of me and lying down next to me on the bed. I curled to my side, placing my head in the crook of his arm. He tugged the covers over us and planted yet another kiss on my forehead.
Neither of us spoke. There was nothing we could possibly say to add to this moment. Instead, we closed our eyes and absorbed the feel of each other's skin, damp and clammy from what we had done.
We soaked in our silence for a while, the moment feeling even more intimate than what we did together just minutes prior.
Soon enough, the tension rose inside of me again as my body refilled with need for him. He just got home and must be exhausted, so I doubted he would be up for round two.
“Do the others know you’re back?” I asked, still out of breath from him ruining me. I desperately needed to distract myself from my growing desire for him.
Sebastian’s lips curved up as he shuffled beside me. “No. But they will.” He kissed my neck sensually, proving how mistaken I was about his needs as his arousal brushed against my thigh.
“Because what I’m going to do to you next…
” He paused, dipping his hand under the covers and trailing it over my navel, down lower and lower.
“Will have you screaming my name so loud…” He stopped himself again, this time to position himself on his side behind me.
“That the whole kingdom will know what we’ve done.
” He took a fistful of my hair and I cried out in pleasure when he pushed himself between my thighs.
My head rested on Sebastian's bare chest. We laid still in the mess of sheets we’d created. I trailed a finger along the scar on his elbow, dismay creeping in as I remembered how he got it. I wondered what he'd been through in the past three months—if there were any new scars cut into his skin.
I refused to take my gaze off of him, in fear that if I did, he'd be gone again. I watched the rise and fall of his chest, reveling in the knowledge that he was truly here, and I sent a thank you up to the gods for bringing him back to me.
Sebastian's eyes fluttered open, and he smirked groggily. “Are you watching me sleep?”
A smile tugged at my own mouth. “I'm just making sure that you're really here, that this isn't a dream.”
He reached over and collected me in his arms, guiding me to sit on his lap. “I'm really here.”
My smile faded the longer I stared at him. I had so much to tell him. So many questions, too.
His eyebrow raised. “What's wrong?”
I knew better than to say nothing, so I blurted out the first thing on my mind. “Aren't you worried by being with me that I'm just going to die from the sacrifice?”
He huffed a laugh. “Way to kill the mood.”
“I'm serious.”
“I think I was more worried that you would die during the trials.”
“Come on,” I groaned.
Sebastian's hand rested on my lower back, preventing me from sliding off of him as he sat up. He shifted us backwards, using the headboard to support him. “Where's this coming from?” he asked, moving his hands to both sides of my hips.
I didn't want to ruin his homecoming, but the visions wouldn't get out of my head, so I told him everything.
I relayed my visions of war, explaining how I believed it was Blythe sending me the messages and how she told me not to fear the sacrifice.
I told him how she instructed me to find Stoll’s book, and about the fable I read within it.
Every little detail came pouring out of me in a sputtered mess of words.
Sebastian was unaware of how tight his grip had become on my hips. “When did these visions start?”
“The first one was the night in the archives. The second one was a month or so after you left.”
“Have you told anyone this?” he asked.
“I told Sawyer a bit of it, but not all the details.”
Sebastian's eyes widened in discontent.
“I know, I know, but I only told him because he was there when—”
Sebastian shook his head in an interruption. “No, it's not that. Granted, Sawyer can't keep a secret for shit, but it's not that.”
“What is it?”
“While I was away, I overheard a Draemornian soldier say something about the same fable. He mentioned the statues. I don't remember every detail of what he said though. Everything becomes a little fuzzy during battle as the days mesh together.”
The statues?
The statues.
Blythe’s skin looked almost stone-like in my vision.
A crazy thought struck me and I shot out of the bed, wrapping a sheet around myself—not that I needed to. He had just explored every part of my naked body.
I made for my desk, rummaging through it until I found the page from Stoll’s book. I reread it to ensure the information was matching up as it had in my brain, then I lunged back onto the bed, waving the parchment in Sebastian's face.
“Read this,” I demanded. “It says how the other gods and goddesses took action to stop her. Is it possible they banished her soul within the constellastone statue?”
Sebastian read and looked up at me when he was done, shaking his head. “Those statues have been in our kingdom for centuries. I suppose theoretically it's possible, but it's a stretch. I don't even know how they would perform such an act.”
He handed me back the page. “Regardless, if her soul is in there, there's nothing we can do to change that.” He looked into my eyes sadly. “And it won't change the prophecy.”
I closed my mouth. “You're right. I’m screwed.”
Sebastian pulled me back onto him. I leaned forwards, letting him wrap his arms around me in an embrace.
“It's just a story, Maeve. There's no proof of it,” he said softly.
I sighed into his neck. “I know. I was just hoping that if it were true, maybe I could stop the rest of the prophecy from being fulfilled.”
Sebastian put his lips to my forehead. “Well, to answer your question from before, no, I'm not worried about the sacrifice.”
My hair tumbled over my face as I looked up at him. “Why not?”
He brushed the strands away. “No veil between life or death could ever keep me from you.”
I smiled faintly, my heart swelling. He said he couldn't give me what I wanted or deserved, but he was doing that very thing without even realizing it.
I should have told him right then and there that I loved him, but I worried it would be too much for him.
Could he really handle that added emotion after what he'd been through the past few months?
And who's to say he even loved me back? He only admitted his feelings for me right before he left, and even then he wasn't sure if he could give me all of him. Although, when he got home, I was the first person he came to see. I was the person he’d let his guard down for.
I'm the one he said not even death would keep him from.
Maybe he was wrong about himself. Maybe he was capable of giving me all of him, even if he thought that he couldn't.
My lips parted to tell him my deepest feelings, but we were rudely interrupted by an obnoxious banging on my door.
“Hey, asshole, open up!” Kohen's voice cascaded through the walls.
“You get back and the first thing you do is fuck Willawood, instead of coming to see us?” Sawyer yelled after him.
“Oh my gods.” My cheeks burned red and I buried my face in Sebastian’s chest.
“I told you they’d hear us,” he said cockily.