That got Seb’s attention. “He’d punish you?”
“This meeting will have lasting consequences for both packs. It’s about as important as they come.” He kissed Seb’s bite mark again; a soft sigh escaped. “But you smell so good, and I can feel how badly you want me.”
Their bond sang. Seb closed his eyes, revelling in the waves of love and want and need rolling over him. But somewhere in the back of his mind, the wordpunishmentflashed loud and clear, and he had a sliver of control left, enough to put his hands on Tim’s shoulders and ease him back.
“No.” Seb slid to the side and out of Tim’s reach. “I’m not going to get you in trouble just because I can’t keep my hands off you.” He pointed to the door. “Let’s go. We can do this later.”
Tim stalked towards him, but Seb dodged and Tim stopped, staring at him for a good few seconds before visibly pulling himself together. “Fuck, you’re right.”
A part of Seb stung with disappointment, but it was definitely the right thing to do.
Tim said, “You can’t come with me smelling like that.” His gaze dipped to Seb’s crotch. “Or with that thing on show.”
Seb glanced down, his hard-on easy to see where it pressed against the denim of his skinny jeans. “But I thought—”
“Stay here, take care of that, shower, and join us when you no longer look and smell like sex. I’ll explain to Cam. He’ll understand. You’re newly changed and bonded, so it’s twice as bad for you.”
“Okay.” Seb watched as Tim reluctantly turned and headed for the front door.
He turned back before opening it. “See you up there.”
“No kiss goodbye?” Seb teased.
The look Tim gave him did nothing to quell his erection. “If I come near you again, we won’t be going anywhere for the next few hours.”
“Oh.” Seb swallowed. Why had he thought Tim leaving was a good idea? Fortunately for them both, Tim was gone before either of them could change their mind. “Fuck.”
Seb stayed where he was, one hand absently rubbing over the front of his jeans. He moaned at the friction, and Tim’s scent—their combined scent—filling the hallway made his arousal ten times worse. Tim was right; Seb really couldn’t go anywhere without taking care of it first.
After undoing his jeans, Seb shoved them and his underwear down his thighs and wrapped a hand around his cock. Shit, that felt good. Nowhere near as good as Tim’s hand would have felt, but enough for him to feel his teeth extend as he let go and stroked himself, tight and fast. Precome pooled at the tip, and Seb smeared it along his length, his orgasm building with every slide of his hand.
With Tim’s scent surrounding him, he came hard, spilling into his hand with a choked-off cry.
His breathing ragged, Seb allowed himself a minute to recover before going to the bathroom to clean up. He didn’t want to be too late if he could help it. As understanding as Cam might be, Seb didn’t want to push it.
Ten minutes later, Seb was clean, dressed, and ready to go. His hair was still wet from the super-quick shower he’d just had, but he could do nothing about that without wasting more time. Rushing out of the flat and down the hallway, he opened the stairwell door and ran straight into Mark from the Primrose Hill pack, sending him stumbling into the wall.
“Shit, sorry!” Seb righted himself and breathed a sigh of relief when Mark laughed, pushing himself off the wall to stand up.
“No worries.”
Mark’s gaze zeroed in on Seb’s neck, and Seb was torn between hiding it with his hand and tilting his head to show it off more.
Mark gestured to the bite mark and grinned. “I’d heard rumours. Congrats.”
“Thanks.” Seb felt his cheeks heat—he really didn’t want to be a blushing bride—and he quickly looked around for a distraction. “Why aren’t you up there at the meeting? I’m assuming that’s why you’re here?”
“Yeah.” Mark rolled his eyes and added, “There was nowhere to park, so they made me drop them off outside. Took me ages to find a spot. What the hell’s going on around here today?” He started walking up the stairs again.
Seb followed. “No idea.” He’d paid very little attention to his surroundings this week. He glanced up as they rounded the bend; Mark’s arse was in his line of sight. But it was the tag hanging from his leather jacket that caught Seb’s eye. “Hey, your tag’s still on.”
Mark paused to glance back at him. “What?”
Seb tugged on it. “Price tag’s still attached.” He laughed. “I’m not surprised you left it on at that price. I’d want people to know too.”
“Shit.” Mark reached behind him and quickly pulled it off, pocketing it with an embarrassed smile. “I didn’t buy it. I reckon your doctor must have put in a good word about me and Will after we came to apologise, because Alpha Newell gave us these this morning as a thank-you from the pack.” He beamed, pride obvious in his expression. “I had to put it on straightaway. Guess I forgot to take the tag off.”
“That’s great.” Seb had heard nothing but bad things about the P-Pack alpha. Maybe he had some redeeming qualities, after all. “Is that something that happens a lot?” Seb couldn’t remember Tim or Nathan mention Cam doing anything like that.
