46. Maia
46
MAIA
E ach step Seb and I take makes my heart feel heavier, and as we go into my bedroom— his old room —a shiver wracks my spine. I gently lay Phoebe on the bed and go to grab her a clean outfit and the nappy caddy so that I can get her sorted.
“Are you going to sit down?” I ask, raising my eyebrow at my unsettled mate.
Seb sighs, closing the door behind him as if it greatly pains him to do so. This is so against his norm that it truly concerns me. He trudges over to the edge of the bed and turns Phoebe towards him, holding his hand out for the nappy caddy. I shrug, handing it over, and let him change her bum.
I’m not going to fight him over who gets to change the dirty nappies. Most definitely not. Especially when the poop has exploded out of the nappy, up her back, and down her thighs.
That can be a daddy’s job.
I place the clean outfit down beside him before sitting cross-legged on the bed next to him. He refuses to look away from what he’s doing, and I don’t have the patience to wait him out.
“So, you’re upset.” I reach over to touch him, but he tenses under my hand, so I pull away from him.
He needs space.
“No.”
“I might not be fluent in Seb, yet, but I’m learning.”
I get up from the bed and move over to open the wardrobe. I start rifling through for an outfit for the day so that he doesn’t need to be subjected to the stare that I would be levelling him with. We fall to silence, and I’m going to give him a few before saying something else, just in case he’s trying to organise his feelings.
Phoebe whines, and I grab her favourite rattle from the floor where it had fallen throughout the night, and she brings it to her mouth.
Seb’s changed her bum and got her in a new outfit by the time I’m dressed, and neither of us has said a word. With a sigh, I steal my daughter from him and put her in her bouncer. Seb sets up one of her toys in front of her so she can track it moving back and forth.
Effortless. Easy.
He knows what I need even without me asking, and yet, I can’t even get him to open up about what he needs.
“I hate knowing that something is bothering you, and you don’t feel like you can talk to me about it,” I say softly. He shrugs. “Is this about last night?”
He nods, but it’s a jerky movement, and I’m grateful we’re not bonded so he doesn’t have to experience the smug shoot of pride that I just felt.
“Are you upset with me for Morgan?” I hate that my voice trembled here.
He shakes his head, reaching out to hold my hand. One day, I’ll learn how to read his body language like a book.
For now, it seems we’re playing the guessing game.
Seb sighs deeply, and when he turns to look at me, I can see the bright green eyes that are a tell tale for Kane being in control of their body. “We hurt mate. ”
“When?” I ask softly.
“When we tried to kick you out of the kitchen.” He turns to face me, and I move slightly closer so our knees brush together, and there’s the most minimal of sparks shooting between us.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. You shocked me, and I was very confused. I still am. You’d never hurt me. None of you would.”
“Not on purpose.” He sounds so surly, and it’s adorable.
“Not by accident.” I reach up and cup his cheeks, leaning in close to brush a soft kiss against his lips. I don’t deepen it, pulling away when he tries to, and I shake my head. “You’d cut out your own heart before you hurt me or Phoebe. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
“I’m hurt. Angry. I was…” He trails off, glaring at the lamp on my side table as if that’s the reason he’s so unhappy.
“Scared?” I murmur, leaning forward to touch his arm. He instead grabs me under the arms and tugs me into his lap, cuddling me in close. I wrap my arms around him as he breathes my scent in so deeply I’m almost scared to see what he’d sense. “It’s okay to feel scared, Seb.”
“I’m not scared,” he snaps. But his sharp tone is ignored in favour of the gentle kiss on my forehead. “My brothers and I have mourned her, we’ve spent years and years learning how to live in a world without her. We’ve struggled to find a new normal, to deal with the new enemies we have, the new pain and emptiness. We started to move on, started to heal piece by piece, and now… this.”
I reach my hands up, cupping his cheeks, my legs falling on either side of his thighs as I straddle him. “It’s okay to be angry at her, too, you know. You can be happy she’s alive whilst also hating the lengths she had to go to for it to be so.”
“How can I hate her?” His tone is full of despair as he pulls back to look at me properly. “However she survived, she did it because going with him, with the man her parents chose for her... it would’ve been a death sentence. She did what she had to do to protect herself, and I can’t ever be mad at that. ”
I flinch, my eyes darting over to Phoebe to check she’s okay. It’s silly, since I know nothing could or would hurt her in this house, but knowing that there’s people out there—her biological family at that—who would want that life for her... I just need her close by.
I need to know she’s safe, and breathing, and happy. I need to know that the venom of this world can’t touch her.
“I know he’s older?—”
Seb shakes his head, his body tensing underneath me. “No, little love, it was more than the fact that he was practically a fucking pedophile. He was abusive, dangerous, and so fucking warped. He would have killed her within the first year.” Seb’s jaw hardens, and as my hands drop from his face, he looks at Phoebe with a hardness in his eyes that I’m not used to seeing from him. “I did what needed to be done, and I don’t regret it.”
“What do you mean?” My heart beat becomes erratic, my breaths fast, as I take in the confident but slightly unhinged version of my mate.
He gently cups my cheek, this time, reversing the roles as he presses a soft kiss to my nose. He’s so gentle, so soft and sweet.
But as he leans back, giving me a truly distant look, I’m awed at the vast differences in his personality. “I tracked him down on the first anniversary of Morgan’s death and killed him a few days before he could wed another teenage girl. I decided that scum like him doesn’t deserve to exist in the world that my cousin is no longer in.”
Bile rises in my throat, but I choke the acidic liquid back down as tears sting at my eyes. My heart is heavy, but not as heavy as his despair. “You... you saved someone else?”
He nods once and leans in closer. I can see the green flecks almost pulsating amongst the hazel iris, and there’s a hard expression on Seb’s face. I can feel the nerves pouring from him, despite his effort to contain them. “You’re not upset with me? ”
I cringe. “Not really.”
I probably should be. I should probably be horrified.
But to me, what’s horrific is knowing a man that old was out there practically buying teenagers from their families and that said families were all too willing to hand over their extremely precious and rare daughters to scum like that.
That’s what disgusts me.
That is what will keep me up at night.
He snorts, and I blink in surprise as Kane takes over. “I told human you wouldn’t be. Seb has no self-confidence. He’s—” There’s a small shudder, and Seb’s lips flatten as he pleads with me to ignore the wolf within.
I giggle and hug him tight before the serious mood fills me once more. “So... you killed the man who was going to be wedded to your cousin.”
He nods. “Topher says she’s lived a good life in her hiding. I don’t want to ruin that. I don’t want to take away the thing she’s built all on her own.”
I brush his hair out of his eyes, a sad smile taking over. “You can’t ever ruin her life by being in it, Seb.”
His laugh is humourless as he attempts to return the favour and tuck my curls behind my ears. “I’m a terrible male. I’m too selfish to let you or Phoebe go, but unlike my brothers, I’m nothing but dark.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re sweet, and understanding, and kind-hearted?—”
“I’ve killed more people than the years you’ve lived.” I try my hardest not to react. “Do you think Topher and Ben were chasing me down yesterday out of concern for me being out in the dark? They were scared I was going to go kill an alpha, Maia . They chased me down and spent most of the night tearing into me to try and keep me under control. They were concerned for the safety of those around me.”
And now, his fears about being dangerous this morning are clear to understand .
He’s breathing heavily, his eyes flickering between green and hazel as he battles with Kane.
Right now, I know Kane and I are united, both of us seeing the good within Seb, even when he’s clearly unable to see it himself.
“Okay.” My tone is soft, calming, and very soothing. I run my hands up and down his chest, keeping my touch gentle. “Were any of the people you killed good people?”
Bright green wins out, and there’s a sneer on Kane’s face.
“Didn’t you argue yesterday that there’s an entire law enforcement team who should handle that?” Kane asks, cocking a brow at me. “Don’t you think Seb and I are disgusting and evil? Don’t you think we should be kept away from Phoebe and you for your safety?” He leans in close, and I can feel his warm breath against my cheek. “Don’t you worry that we might just snap, and you’ll be the one to get hurt?”
“No, Seb, I don’t,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes as I rise up on my knees so we’re eye-level. I don’t know who is in control right now, but I know Kane asked those questions specifically to let me know how Seb is feeling.
He shuts his eyes, and I cup his cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Even in your darkest rage, you could never hurt me.”
“I’ve hurt others.”
“You’re not alone in that,” I murmur, furiously wiping away my tears before he sees them. But his eyes snap open, and he uses the large pad of his thumbs to chase them down. He pops it into his mouth, and I grimace.
“I don’t like it when you cry, little love,” Seb says.
“And yet, you think you’re going to hurt me?”
He shrugs. “I just need to know that she’s okay.”
“Would it...” I trail off as Phoebe whines. Seb laughs and moves me off his lap to adjust the moving penguin for Phoebe. It got stuck in the corner and couldn’t get back out, and it unsettled her .
I move to grab my phone off charge and wait for Seb to come back over to me.
“Would it, what?” he asks, looking at the phone with trepidation.
“Do you want me to call her?”
He frowns and shakes his head. “Not today. But... I think… I think, soon, we’d like that.”
“We?” I ask, not sure who he means.
“We,” he confirms, gesturing to the shut door.
“Okay.” I smile at him, and he relaxes. But his eyes are very intense as they rake over my body. “Anything else you want to talk about?”
He shakes his head, his eyes narrowed as he continues to stare at me.
“Then stop staring, it’s making me uncomfortable.”
“I just wonder...”
“Wonder what?”
His eyes quickly flash between green and hazel, and he rests on his elbow, giving me a grin. “How sweet your moans sounded last night for Topher before Ben interrupted you.”
I can feel the immediate flush fill my face, and I cover it with my hands letting out an embarrassed moan.
“But what I truly wonder,” he murmurs, wrapping his arm around my waist as he tugs me closer to him, “is whether you’d moan just as sweetly for me if I were to finish what he started?”
“Probably,” I whisper, still dying of mortification.
“Hm.” Surprising me, he lets go, and I drop my hands in confusion.
“What was that?” I demand, my tone breathless.
“Your body betrays you, little mama,” he says, and I frown, not understanding. “You might feel like you want to see... but you’re hesitant because Phoebe is in the room. I won’t invite myself into your bed until you completely and utterly want me there.”
I gape at him as he smirks at me. He leans in close, desire flashing in his hazel eyes. “But trust me, the moment she’s napping? Your bed is mine .”
Then, as if he didn’t just say something that sets my entire body on fire, he gets off the bed and saunters over to the bouncer. He unstraps Phoebe and cocks his head at me, an amused smirk coating his lips. “Coming for breakfast?”
“I’ll be at breakfast,” I mutter, feeling a little confused. “But there won’t be anyone coming .”
He laughs so freely that I find it hard to be frustrated.
***
“Open your shirt,” I say, grinning at Seb. He’s sat in his office chair, and scoots back from the desk. He raises an eyebrow, spreading his legs so I can step between them. His eyes narrow, but there’s a small grin on his face. “Pretty please.”
I flutter my eyelashes, and he groans before a salacious smirk appears on his face. “You.”
“I’ve got to open it?” I ask, and he nods. “Hm, it’s dirty work, but I’m sure I can rise to the challenge.”
I step in even closer and reach up to cup his cheeks. I let my fingers gently stroke down his neck and upper chest, grinning at him as he turns his cheek to kiss my fingers. “Stay still.”
He gulps, the sound echoing in the quiet room. I reach up and undo the first button, quickly followed by the second and third. I lean in and press a soft kiss to his bare upper chest, and I can’t help but feel powerful when a shiver runs through him.
I undo the next four buttons before crouching down low for the last two. My arm grazes against his dick—accidentally, of course—and he hisses through his teeth. I smirk and undo the penultimate button.
“Oh, this one is stuck,” I murmur, gently dropping to my knees. I peer up at him, enjoying the tortured expression on his face. “Don’t mind me.”
I touch his dick multiple times as I wrestle the “stuck” button out of the slot, and I pretend to not notice the wet spot that’s appeared on the grey joggers he’s wearing .
“Got it,” I say, beaming up at him. “Now, could you take it?—”
I giggle when he rips the shirt off his back, launching the pieces across the room. He holds his arms out in a “take what you need” kind of way.
I use his thighs to steady myself as I rise to my feet, and I peer under his nipple. “Oh, wow.”
“What?” His words are the pout that he won’t let form.
I shake my head, hiding my amusement. “Nothing. Thank you for showing me.”
He grabs my wrist as I go to leave, and I burst out laughing when he yanks me over his lap.
“You won’t be laughing soon, naughty mate,” he murmurs, his large hand cupping my ass, as I continue to giggle. “You’re going to go be a good girl and close the office door, and then come back over here so I can lay you across this desk and explore your body.”
Now, I’m the one to gulp, and I turn my head awkwardly to see if he’s being serious.
“Go.” His words are a growl but not an alpha command. Not that you’d know with how fast I raced across the room. The door slams shut, and I spin to face him, a big grin on my face. My heart is pounding, my legs trembling, the anticipation strong.
“Did you mishear me, little love?” he asks, smirking at me. I shake my head, and he points to the desk. “I want you here. Naked. ”
I lift my dress over my head, my legs quivering, as I bend down to place it on the floor. His eyes darken, a low purr leaving his throat, as I reach up to undo my bra. I’m less delicate with this and just let it fall to the ground.
The lick of Seb’s lips cause me to squeeze my thighs together.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Seb warns, and I freeze. “It’s my job to give you pleasure, little love. Leave your knickers on. I want to take those off myself.”
I nod and slowly walk over to the desk, my heart pounding in time with my steps. He doesn’t hesitate when I get in reach and lifts me from the floor, laying me across his desk.
He rises from his chair. His tanned skin, those delectable abs, his nipples all on display for me to look at.
Seb sniffs the air, a grin on his face. “You smell delicious, little love.”
I whimper, half from embarrassment and half from desire. “Please, Seb.”
“Oh, trust me, you’ll be saying that a lot before I’m through with you, little mate,” Seb says as he hooks his fingers through the sides of my knickers and tugs them down. Rather than dropping them onto the floor like I did with my dress, he delicately folds them and puts them into his pocket.
He puts one knee over the right side of his desk, and one over the left, fully displaying me.
My breathing is heavy, and my heart races as his bright hazel eyes travel down my body, taking in every single crevice. He spends an uncomfortably long time looking at me, and a blush coats my cheeks and chest, but I imagine that the look on his face is similar to that of a blind man who has just seen the world for the first time.
Even though I’m blushing, and he’s stirring a reaction from me, he makes me feel beautiful, confident.
Sexy.
“You’re so beautiful, little love,” he whispers as his fingers trace the curve of my hip. A shiver races down my spine, sparks following the trail of his touch. “Perfect in every way. I’m so lucky.”
He’s not doing anything explicit, and yet, I can’t help but let out a small moan at his touch, the softness and tenderness causing my anticipation to build.
His fingers trace the line of my thigh, moving ever so close to where I’m most sensitive, but he pulls away just as I’m about to beg for more.
“Please, Seb,” I whisper, barely above a breath.
He chuckles, his hands still moving over me, teasing me in a way I’ve never experienced before, but I can see the delight in his face. His touch is gentle yet undefined as if he’s taking his time to learn every inch of me, savouring my reactions, learning what sparks me the best.
His fingers move further inwards, caressing the delicate skin of my inner thigh before he reaches my centre, pressing down on my clit with his thumb.
My hips buck up involuntarily, seeking out the contact that I so desperately crave. Seb’s eyes lock onto my movements, and a happy grin spreads across his face.
“Do you want more, little love?” he murmurs as his fingers gently trace the outline of my entrance. My eyes flutter shut, and I let out a whimper as I nod. “Then more you shall have.”
With his thumb firmly pressed down on my clit, he rotates his hand and gently slides two fingers inside of me. He doesn’t hesitate.
My hands grip the sides of the desk as I try to remain still so that I don’t fall. “Yes, please, Seb.”
“I want you to come for me,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on the movements he’s doing with his hands. The pleasure on his face drives me even further because he truly gets off from making me feel good.
He adds a third finger, thrusting gently but firmly, as his thumb continues to apply pressure to my sensitive clit. I can feel his fingers brushing against that spot inside me, and I arch my back off the table, moaning loudly.
“Oh, Seb, that feels—” I gasp as his fingers repeatedly hit the same spot. “That feels so good.” I moan, unable to contain the pleasure that’s coursing through me as my orgasm builds.
He grins, pride radiating from him, as he speeds up his movements. He presses his fingers in further and leans down to kiss my neck. “That’s the idea. Let go, little love. Let me show you just how good it can be.”
My hips buck and writhe against his hand, the pleasure building.
“Seb, I’m cumming,” I cry out, my voice shaking as my orgasm crashes over me. My body trembles beneath his touch, and my pleasured moans fill the room.
He keeps his fingers inside of me, allowing me to feel the aftershocks, as he continues to stimulate me. His other hand gently strokes my hair, his eyes wide with pride.
“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” he croons. “You’re always so incredible.”
My bliss-filled body goes limp, and he slowly pulls his fingers from me, his eyes scanning my face for any reactions. He watches as I try to catch my breath, and a small smile touches my lips.
“I want more.”
“I can give you as many orgasms as your body can take, and then some.”
“I want my next orgasm to be with you inside me,” I say.
He grins, tugs his pants down his thick thighs, and steps between my legs. His beautiful cock is hanging free, although my view of it is covered a bit. Somehow, his waist is level with mine, even though he’s still standing. He positions himself at my entrance, and I can feel the heat radiating from him.
“Are you sure, little love?” he asks, looking me in the eyes. “This is a big step for us, and I want…” He looks up at the ceiling before looking back down at me. “I want to bond with you.”
I grin up at him, wiggling my hips slightly atop the desk. “What a coincidence. I want to bond with you, too.”
“Okay.” He lines up properly, and ever so slowly guides himself into me. My muscles clench around him, eager to feel every inch he has to offer, and something in me settles with the sparks that touch .
“You feel amazing,” he groans as he bottoms out inside of me properly.
He begins to thrust into me, and I whimper at the look in his eyes. He moves slowly at first, but his pace quickens as he finds his rhythm. His eyes never leave mine, and I can feel his love for me with every thrust.
Unlike the others, Seb’s motivated simply by my pleasure. Every move he makes is made purely to make me feel good. It’s an overwhelming feeling, to be such a priority from someone else, but Seb’s love and devotion is unmatched.
He’s so sweet and sensitive, and it’s incredibly sexy when he empowers me this way.
Seb’s thrusts get faster, and his breathing becomes ragged as he adjusts himself over and over, to drive me wild. His hands leave the sides of the desk and grip onto my hips, urging me to meet his movements.
“Seb, please, harder,” I plead, my body already building towards another orgasm.
He responds, increasing his pace, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He grabs my hips, using my position on the desk to his advantage.
The tension builds, and I can feel my orgasm nearing, my body so sensitive from the previous one. Seb’s eyes never leave mine, and I can see that he wants me to come just as badly as I want to.
“Are you ready, little love?” he pants, his hazel eyes burning into mine. “I want to feel you. I want to feel you come around me.”
“I’m close.” He reaches down, putting pressure on my clit, just as he thrusts hard into me.
“Oh, Seb, so good, so good,” I chant, my hips meeting his as I match his rhythm. I cry out as my second orgasm washes over me, my body trembling, and my voice echoing throughout the room.
I grasp onto Seb’s forearms, my nails digging into his skin, and he thrusts into me over and over, letting me ride out the orgasm on him.
“Are you close?” I ask, almost shyly once my core has stopped clenching.
“Not really.” His chest flushes. “Kane and I want you to bond us before we…” Seb shudders, and Kane takes over. “I want to bond mate. I want to feel you, to be able to hear and feel your needs and desires the moment you do, and experience how much stronger it’ll make our connection.”
“This position won’t work,” he grunts, lifting under my arms to lift me from the desk. He holds me tight against his chest, the sparks practically lighting me on fire.
He moves over to the desk chair, not letting his dick pull free as he drops down into it. My hips slam hard down on him, and I bury my head into his neck, moaning out at the deep thrust.
“This is better,” he says.
“So much better,” I groan, rocking my hips back and forth.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, reaching to grip my chin. He tilts my head up, an almost amused expression on his face. “You take the pleasure, I give it. You don’t need to do any of the work.”
“I like to make you feel good, too ,” I murmur, my voice as soft as his touches.
He smiles. “My pleasure comes from yours, little love. Now your one task is to bite me hard enough to form our bond whilst I work your body up into another orgasm. You deserve more than I’ve given.”
I shiver, unintentionally clenching down on him. But as I hear his gasp, I do it again, and again.
His hazel eyes glint with determination as he starts to thrust into me harder, his large hands gripping my hips tightly. The sensations are far more intense now that we’re on the chair and not the desk, our bodies pressed so much closer together.
The sparks that appear when we touch are in a frenzy, knowing that we’re moments away from forming our soul bond. The pleasure is far more intense than anything I’ve ever felt, and I’m whimpering and moaning with every single movement.
With the harsh and powerful thrusts, I know I’m getting close to another orgasm, but I refuse to let it happen until our bond clicks into place.
I lean in, finding the spot on his clavicle where I’ve bit each of the others, and I sink my teeth into his flesh.
He groans, his chest vibrating, as his movements speed up. I bite down harder, desperate to draw blood, as my orgasm comes closer and closer. I can feel the build, almost as much as I can feel the desperation from Seb.
One of my teeth nicks the skin, and the bond slams into me as my orgasm overtakes me.
My sight disappears, my head lolling forward, as the final soul bond forms. My system is in overload, Seb’s presence merging with the others.
My eyes flutter shut, and I’m pretty sure I black out for a moment. I come back to consciousness with Seb’s cool hands on my face, carefully guiding my head up.
I’m still in his lap, but there’s no sparks between us anymore. Just pure joy and concern from my mate.
“There you are, little love,” he murmurs, his tone tinged with relief. “How are you feeling?”
“Empty.” I rock on him slightly, arousal still pooling in my core.
He groans. “I was worried.”
“No need to be worried,” I say softly. “It was intense, and I finally feel…”
“Complete.” Seb sounds awed.
I nod. “Complete.”
“I can’t imagine how different it will be once the bonds are sealed on our end, too,” he says.
“Well, since that isn’t happening today, can we instead please… finish ? ”
He chokes out a laugh, his green eyes raking over me. “Are you sure?”
I snort. “I’ve never been more confident of anything, love.”
I’m not sure if it was my words that convinced him or my feelings, but he lifts me from his lap and turns me around, sitting me down on the edge of the desk. I spread my legs open, my feet braced against the desk chair, as he steps into place.
His hands move to grip my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts into me in one fast movement. It takes my breath away, and I can’t deny how right it feels to have him here.
I wasn’t lying when I said I felt complete. It’s like I was missing something, living an empty life, and now… I’ve got everything.
It’s crazy and so euphoric.
As he starts to move, I’m in awe at the differences.
The intense sensations from our new bond only amplify each touch, each thrust, each moan. Our combined pleasure builds faster as if the first coupling was just a warm up getting us ready for this big show.
“Seb, this is...” I gasp at the move he makes and cry out when he does it again and again.
He’s using the way I feel to adjust and draw even more pleasure from me. His thrusts become more urgent, and his hands grip my hips tighter. My orgasm is just out of reach.
“Seb,” I plead, my voice hoarse, “please, I need... now.”
“I’m so close,” he adds. His hand slides between us, and he fumbles for my clit.
The moment his fingers touch my sensitive clit, my body responds instantly, the sensations overpowering me, as I hurtle off the edge.
I drag him along with me as my muscles clench around him, and I can feel him thrusting harder as he drags out his own release.
I can feel his cock spurting inside me, filling me with his cum, and I embrace the combined pleasure we’re feeling .
It’s like nothing else, having the echo of his desire and lust fuelling my own.
It’s powerful.
It’s fate.
As our orgasms subside, we both collapse onto the desk, our breaths ragged and our skin glistening with sweat. I can feel him inside me, his usual silent broodiness completely gone now that I’ve got a psychic connection to him. Anything he feels, I feel as a powerful echo, and it’s going to open the doors into understanding him so much more.
“I love you,” I whisper, my heart swelling with love and gratitude for this incredible man who knows exactly how to make me feel safe, loved, and desired all at once.
He smiles and kisses me gently, his lips tender and full of affection. “I love you, too, little love.”
There’s a loud knock on the door before it’s shoved open. Ben groans. “Why is it always me?”
“Why is what always you?” I ask, crossing my arms to give myself a little bit of dignity. “It’s always me who is getting interrupted.”
“Yes, but the last time you got interrupted by someone who wasn’t me , they got to join in,” Ben says pointedly. “Why am I the one always sent away when I don’t get to join in? It’s my ultimate dream to fuck you after my brothers have, and yet, I’m the one ruining the fun.”
I groan, turning back to Seb, dropping my face into his chest. He laughs.
“You’ve got fifteen minutes to shower and get sorted before the pack meeting,” Ben says. Seb grumbles, and I’m not far behind him. “Get moving.”
He leaves the room, grumbling about the taste of cum and wondering if his brother’s tastes differently to his does. I dissolve into giggles, feeling lighter than I have in a long while.