Chapter 33
Chapter
Thirty-Three
When I got out of the shower, Sebastian was lying on our bed in nothing but a pair of lounge pants. His head turned to me, his eyes softening at the sight of me.
“Come here,” he said gently, extending his arms and welcoming me into them.
I dropped my towel before climbing into bed, where I inhaled his scent and embraced the feeling of his bare chest against my skin, allowing it to calm me as it so often did.
He pulled the covers up over us and pressed his lips against my forehead in a soft kiss. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m kind of hungry now, though.”
He let out a small chuckle. “I’ll take care of that. But I meant—”
“I know what you meant.” I shuffled, trying to get even closer to him. “I don’t know.”
“You know I am not going to let anything happen to you. We won’t take any unnecessary risks. I will burn this entire world down before I let that prick get his hands on you. I swear.”
“You aren’t a god. You can’t guarantee anything.”
“You have referred to me as something similar if I recall correctly,” he contested. I didn’t need to look to know that he was sporting a presumptuous smirk.
“Do you think about anything other than sex?”
“Not really, no,” he answered in complete seriousness.
I snorted out a laugh, then rolled over in his arms to see his face, pressing our chests together.
“Speaking of the gods...”
I bent my neck up. “Oh no. Don’t tell me that there's more.”
“I had a lot of time on my hands when we weren’t together, so I did a lot of reading.”
“You did that even when we were together,” I pointed out.
He rolled his eyes but smiled. “Anyways, I found a text that had some information about the markings of the gods. I didn’t get too far into it, and in all honesty, I kind of forgot about it for some time since we moved that to a lower priority issue in regard to everything else.
I found it when I was rearranging earlier and figured you might want to take a look at it.
” He pointed towards the desk. “It’s in there.
We really need to get a bookshelf in here. ”
I threw the covers off and practically ran for the desk, forgetting that I never bothered to get dressed.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” Sebastian groaned from where he lay sprawled on the bed. “If I had known you were going to be flaunting around like that, then I would have waited to say anything about the book until after I had my way with you.”
“Just close your eyes,” I responded, bending over to reach the bottom drawer of the desk. I rummaged through it, taking my sweet time just to tease him.
“Maeve…” he growled my name in a way that made me liquify from the inside out. “If you insist on taunting me like that, then please put some clothes on.”
Standing up with the book in my hands, I rolled my eyes, but made for his wardrobe. I selected one of his shirts and pulled it on, then began my journey back to the bed.
“Wait.”
I froze in front of the footboard, blankly staring at him with the book in my hands. “What?”
Without removing his lustrous gaze from my body, Sebastian flicked his fingers, shooting an icicle towards the desk and knocking his glasses to the floor. “Can you bend down and get those for me please?”
“Honest to gods, men,” I chortled, but did as he asked, making sure his shirt rose up past my hips when I bent down.
“Satisfied?” I asked as I got back in bed with the book and his glasses in hand.
“Not really. Just fucking hard now,” he cursed, adjusting himself under the covers then propping the frames upon his nose.
With an eye roll of fake irritation, I resumed my position from before, snuggled with my back into his chest, trying my best to ignore the feel of his obvious desire. “Where did you leave off?”
He reached over me and took the book, holding it in front of us and flipping about halfway through. “Here. This chapter is about the markings. I haven't read any of it yet. All I saw in the chapters prior were how the markings have never been seen on a mortal.”
I arched my brow. “If they’ve never been given to a mortal, then how do we even know what they are?”
“My understanding from what I read is that our knowledge of the markings came directly from the words of the gods, passed down by texts and word of mouth through the centuries. It was one of those things that we all just had faith in, but were never positive about.” He cleared his throat.
“At least that's how it was for me. Until I saw them on you.”
“Beaumont seemed to know exactly what they were when he saw them, but I’d never even heard of it until I had them on my skin.”
“I hadn’t heard of them either until I took the second half of kingdom history during year two of the academy. I think it was assumed to be another fable, but one still worth being taught, just in case,” he replied, flipping a page of the book.
I focused my eyes back on the text and started to read, then froze when I felt a wandering hand teasing the hem of my shirt.
“Sebastian Hawthorne!”
“Sorry. I just keep thinking about how you looked bent over when you were getting the book,” he whispered, dropping his lips to my ear. “And then the glasses. And also how you aren't wearing anything besides my shirt.”
He slipped his entire hand beneath the fabric, running a finger over my stomach and up to my nipple. He pinched it between his finger tips, stealing a slight whine from my lips.
With every ounce of control within me, I tried to focus on the book, only for my head to fall back as his tongue ran up the side of my neck. He was so hard—I could feel it digging into me.
“I’m regretting asking you to put clothes on.” He released my nipple and put his finger into his mouth. “I like it so much better when I can see how your body reacts to me touching you.”
I sucked in a deep gasp of air when he pulled his finger out of his lips and dropped his hand under the covers to rub my clit.
“Is this what you did to yourself while we were broken up?” he whispered into my ear. “Or this?” He moved his hand down lower, slipping one finger inside of me.
I whimpered into his neck, unable to form a legitimate answer.
The thickness of his finger flicked inside of me. “Tell me,” he demanded.
“Yes,” I forced out, already bordering breathless.
His free arm held me still as he fucked me with his finger, bending and extending it in sequence with my breathy moans. “So wet already,” he growled slowly into my ear. “Wet and ready for my cock.”
Fucking hell.
Much to my displeasure, he pulled his finger out of me, then used his palm to guide my body into a turn. Facing him, I tore his shirt off then bent forward and pressed my lips to the firm mounds on his abdomen.
He folded his arms behind his head, silent as he watched me run my mouth lower down his torso. When I reached the band of his lounge pants, I pulled my lips free from his skin, but only so I could remove the final barrier between us.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Sebastian warned, his voice already having that guttural rasp it got when he craved my body. “You sure you don’t want to look at the book first?”
“First of all, you started this. Second of all, screw the book.”
His cock twitched as I wrapped my hand around it. I ran my thumb over the tip then arched my back before dipping my head down, tasting precum as I took him into my mouth.
Sebastian moaned, the sound only motivating me to take him deeper into my throat. He grabbed the back of my neck, guiding my rhythm as I sucked him, flicking my tongue around the head of his shaft.
“I could come from just watching you,” he breathed.
Just to tweak him, I pulled my head back, his cock slipping out of my lips with a pop. “Actually, I think I’m going to go get some dinner before we go any further.”
“The fuck you are,” he growled, putting me on my hands and knees and positioning himself behind me in one fluid motion.
He drove into me, filling and stretching me in the best possible way. I almost came from simply the feeling of him hard inside of me, but I fought my pleasure back, instead rocking my hips back and asking for more.
“I swear, I could fuck you all day long and never get tired of the way my dick feels when it’s inside of you,” he groaned into my ear as he began to thrust.
Leaning back, he dug his fingers into my hips, pulling me flush into him so I took him even deeper. He fucked me like I was what he needed to survive. There was no lenity in his motions, just pure lust—and I loved every damn second of it. I needed this just as much as he did.
“You are mine and only mine. Don’t you ever forget that.” His possessiveness lit a fire inside of me, one I never wanted to burn out.
Just when I started to get close, he pulled out, but only to flip me onto my back. “I want to see your beautiful face when you come around me,” he practically whimpered as he fought back his own desire.
Sebastian wrapped one of his arms around my thigh, pulling my leg up to rest on his shoulder, deepening himself within me.
I quite literally screamed his name as his thrusts became faster and harder.
My legs involuntarily shook as my muscles tightened around him, my sanity teetering at the edge of my orgasm.
“Come on, love. I want to feel you let go.” His voice was rough and needy, and all I needed to do exactly as he wished. Let go.
He put a rough palm over my mouth, muffling my screams as I cascaded into a trance of pure pleasure. My eyes fell closed and I could feel him pulsing inside of me when he found his own release.
With the cessation of euphoria, he fell to his back beside me, resting his hands on his stomach. “Woah,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath.
“Woah is right,” I answered breathily from where I laid beside him.
We both laid in complete silence, staring at the ceiling above.
“Give me five minutes, and we can go again,” Sebastian rasped, though his eyes settled closed.