Chapter 12
GUNNAR
I hadn't expected the morning to go downhill so quickly after leaving our room.
To be fair, it started pretty fucking awesome.
Waking Sebastian with a blowjob had been my wolf's idea.
His motto was somewhere between You Only Live Once and Love the One You're With.
So far, surrendering to his whims delivered pleasant outcomes, but it couldn't last. Sebastian was too far out of my league.
Besides, everyone eventually left me. It was inevitable.
Within seconds of sitting down to eat, my physical health outweighed my mental problems. I squirmed in my seat.
Only the cool splash of orange juice on my tongue gave me any relief from the heat spreading through my body.
Worse, my ass crack was wet, and while some of it was sweat, that wasn't all. My asshole felt squishy.
I'd had pin worms once, thanks to my foster home's unsanitary conditions.
It was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to me.
Afterward, I prepared my own food and cleaned every kitchen surface before and after each meal.
If that fucking cruise ship gave me pin worms, I would sue Sebastian for every penny he had, mate or not.
Bettina caught me glaring at him and gave me a cold stare.
The woman had ice blue eyes and blond hair parted down the middle and pulled back into a severe knot at the base of her neck.
Dressed in a light gray cardigan over a white turtleneck and a long dark gray skirt over knitted tights, she looked every bit the schoolteacher Sebastian said she was.
I averted my eyes to my plate, lest her wooden ruler make an appearance.
"What's going on with you?" Sebastian asked when Bettina turned her back to grab a pan of rolls from the oven. We sat at a glass-topped bistro table in the far corner of the lodge's commercial-grade kitchen, probably used by the staff for their breaks and lunches.
Nobody wanted to talk about pin worms over breakfast, so I shrugged. "Feel weird."
He leaned closer. "You smell delicious. If cinnamon rolls weren't my favorite things, I would take you back to our room and have you for dessert."
"There's nothing wrong with having two desserts.
" I couldn't in good conscience let him anywhere near my ass again until I knew what was going on back there, but the thought of him sucking my cock like a sweet treat made my cheeks burn even hotter.
My erection from earlier threatened to return with a vengeance.
A single word from Bettina cooled my libido. "Drink." She set a glass of ice water before me. "Finish your meal, then go to bed."
"Thank you." I reached for the glass and held it to my forehead until condensation formed on the outside. It took mere seconds, thanks to the heat rolling off me. I drained the glass and licked the last few drops from my parched lips.
"That can't be good," Sebastian muttered. "Thank you, Bettina."
"I will clean your room this morning." She gave him a sharp nod. "You should take the honeymoon suite."
He opened his mouth to protest, but a quick shake of her head silenced him. "Go. Now. Take the pastries with you."
I slid off the bar seat and groaned when I noticed a trail of wetness across it. I tugged the cloth napkin from beneath the corner of my plate and shoved it around on the seat, hoping to clean up my mess. What the hell was wrong with me?
"Let's get you to bed."
A wave of dizziness hit me when I took my first step toward the door. Sebastian shoved the box of cinnamon rolls at me and scooped me into his arms, rolls and all.
"I'm no damsel in distress." My words sounded slurred. Had someone drugged my food? I glared over Sebastian's shoulder at Bettina, but she was shuttling our dishes from the table to the sink. If she had anything to do with my condition, she didn't let on.
Soon, she was out of sight. Sebastian carried me through the expansive, empty dining room. Instead of turning right, back the way we'd originally come, he turned left toward the lodge entrance. Then, he carried me past it, down a short hallway with only one door.
"We aren't on our honeymoon, either." More slurred words.
I didn't have any blood left for brain function.
Instead, it throbbed in my engorged cock.
Where had my erection come from? I'd managed to keep it down all through breakfast, though looking at Sebastian was enough to send my blood coursing south.
Now, it raged to life from his proximity. Fuck, it almost hurt.
Sebastian put me down on the bed with such reverence, I almost cried. He was being so kind, and I was about to gross him out and make him wish he'd never met me.
"I need you to help me check something," I said. "Please don't freak out. I think I might have pin worms."
His nose scrunched up. "Pin worms?"
I hopped up from the bed before I left a wet spot there, too.
Waving a hand for him to follow me, I stumbled to the bathroom.
It was fucking huge compared to the little one we'd used the night before.
Ignoring the way my every movement echoed, I tugged down my pants and underwear and pulled up my sweatshirt. "Can you see them?"
Sebastian sucked in a breath. He stared at my ass for an inordinately long time. Then, he swiped his finger along my crease.
"Don't fucking touch them! That's how you get pin worms!"
"You don't have pin worms." He showed me his finger. The liquid, thicker than water, was clear, like lube. Still, I almost died of embarrassment when he popped his finger into his mouth.
"What are you doing? You're going to make yourself sick!"
"I ate you out a half-hour ago," he reminded me. How had I forgotten that completely? "Tastes fucking delicious, and there's plenty more where that came from."
"Please," I whimpered as he disappeared from the mirror in front of me. A second later, I thought I would combust. He licked all the way from the back of my balls to the top of my ass crack, and then he started again on the other side.
"You showered last night," he said, like that was a good excuse to rim me a second time this morning. His tongue speared me open, and I collapsed against the countertop. My hole was already sloppy and loose, but how? What was happening to me?
When I was a kid, the same foster family who had given me pin worms also bred teacup poodles. When their prize female went into heat, my foster mom explained the birds and bees to me, using the dogs as an example.
How ironic was that? Dogs were the least sexy creatures in the world to me, thanks to my foster mom's no-nonsense descriptions. Now here I was, mated to a wolf. Not only that, but I seemed to be … going into heat for him.
The more Sebastian ate my ass, the more I wanted him to continue. I planted my chest on the cool marble and shoved my butt against his face.
"More, please," I chanted.
Finally, he took the hint and shoved two fingers into me, working in tandem with his tongue. I bucked hard against the counter, banging my cock against the cupboard door. It hurt so good.
"Need you, Sebastian. Please."
Instead of giving me what I needed, he pulled away, leaving me cold and shaking.
"We shouldn't," he said. "You're sick."
"I'm not sick." I turned to find him on his knees, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his breath. "We're wolves. What if I'm in heat?"
"Male wolves don't go into heat."
He had a point. "Rut, then? I've never had a fever boner in my life, and look at me." I waved my leaking cock in his face.
"Anything is possible, I guess." He licked the bead of precome off the tip, and then swallowed me down to the root before springing back with tears in his eyes.
"You taste amazing," he said. "All of you."
"Please?" I gave my cock another stroke, and a fresh bead of precome pooled in the slit.
"As long as you swear I'm not hurting you."
"You won't!" I didn't know how I knew. I trusted Sebastian with my body, which was more than I could say for most men. He was my mate. My wolf believed in him.
"And you promise, you'll tell me if you start to feel sick."
I nodded too vigorously and almost fell from another wave of dizziness. "I'm fine," I protested as Sebastian scooped me up again. Thankfully, he didn't stop. He grabbed a towel from the rack as he passed, and then we were back in the bedroom.
He lay the towel out on the bedspread and set me on top of it. "What do you need?"
"Everything." I flopped my arms and legs against the bed in a mini tantrum. I didn't recognize my thoughts. All I wanted to do was fuck him, and as soon as we both recovered, fuck him again.
Before I could coalesce those thoughts into a logical sentence, Sebastian tugged my pants off the rest of the way and crawled between my legs.
He sank down onto his elbows and blew on the tip of my cock, making me shiver.
"First, I'm going to suck your dick to take the edge off.
Then, I'm going to fuck your ass until you beg me to come. "
I swallowed before the saliva pooling in my mouth drowned me. "Gods, yes."
He shoved his hands under my ass and spread my cheeks apart as he rode my cock with his mouth.
Two of his fingers returned to fill my hole, pushing me back to the edge I'd been riding.
When he twisted those fingers hard against my prostate, I lost all hold on reality.
I came with a hoarse shout, my cock pulsing over and over into Sebastian's hot mouth.
He pulled off me with a smirk before his tongue darted out to catch the dribble of cum at the corner of his mouth. "Who needs cinnamon rolls when I have you?"
"You're not done yet!" I flipped over onto my stomach and shoved my knees under me, presenting my ass to him. The only thing missing was a tail cocked to the side above my wet hole.
"Condom." He flopped onto the bed beside me, reaching for the nightstand by his head. He glanced at me with a sheepish grin. "I always have this room stocked. I use more lube than condoms, though."
In a flash, he was back on his knees behind me, crinkling the condom's wrapper as he ripped it open and rolled it on.
"We won't need the lube today, though," he said. "You're so wet."
He ran his fingers up my crack again, and they came away soaked with clear liquid. He spread it over the condom as I watched impatiently over my shoulder.
"Hurry up!"
He tapped my ass, and I moaned. I wanted him to fuck me like that, with our bodies slapping hard.
It was taking too long to get what I wanted. His cock stretched my entrance so slowly. Finally, he slid inside with infinitesimal progression until his balls pressed against mine and his hips cradled my ass.
If he didn't move, I was going to die. I bucked my hips backward, and then I dropped down, resting my chest against the comforter, the fabric rubbing my nipples in the most delicious way. When Sebastian pulled out, I felt his flared head stretching my rim from the inside.
He slammed back into me, and we both moaned.
I couldn't explain how I was already so close to coming again after only a few minutes.
He had me so turned on. My cock drooled precome over the towel beneath me.
I sank further into the mattress with each of his thrusts.
Pleasure flared up my spine as he pommeled my prostate.
I was going to come just like this, without a touch.
"Please, please, please." Each slap of our bodies brought me that much closer to heaven.
Sebastian's cock swelled inside me, making me feel even more full. "I'm so close, baby," he whispered as his hand dropped to my cock. "Come with me, okay? I don't want to do this alone."
His words confused me, but then the sheer joy overtook me, sweeping me over the edge into an intense orgasm. My body clamped around his cock, which felt like it expanded even more as he shot his load into me.
Still struggling to regain my breath, I grunted a laugh when I felt the condom break.