“Yeah.” Seb remembered the way Tim’s teeth had lengthened as he touched Seb’s cock, and a shiver ran down his spine. “You did the first time.”
“I was maybe a little overexcited.” He ducked his head, but not before Seb caught the colour blossoming on his cheeks.
Kissing the top of Seb’s shoulder, Tim then sighed and rested his forehead in the crook of Seb’s neck. His words were muffled but easy enough to make out. “I didn’t expect to get to touch you, at least not so soon, anyway.” He huffed out a laugh and it tickled. “I wasn’t prepared for how good it would feel.”
Seb gave him a nudge with his shoulder. “And it wasn’t that good second time around?” he teased. Well, half teased. Not that he wanted Tim to lose control while they were having sex, but he had an ego like everyone else and also a few insecurities.
Tim’s expression when he lifted his head and met Seb’s gaze was far more serious than Seb had been expecting. Tim said, “If anything, it was better. I have a feeling it’ll keep getting better, but I just had a handle on my wolf this time.” He bit his bottom lip and Seb followed the movement, imagining him doing it with sharp teeth, piercing the—
Shit.A wave of arousal swept through him. Since when did he find that hot? Of course, Tim didn’t miss the sudden change in him, and he raised an eyebrow, his expression turning curious.
“You like the idea of me losing control?”
Shifter senses were so fucking inconvenient. Seb would have been quite happy to ignore that stray thought and never bring it up. “No.” Tim gave him a look that said, “I don’t believe you,” and Seb sighed, resigned. “Maybe a little.”
“I thought that’s what had you most worried? That I might lose control and bite you?”
“It was…is.” Another sigh. His mind was still sex-foggy and finding the right words to explain himself properly was a struggle. “It’s just—and I know how this sounds, okay—but… Jared’s always going on about how Nathan gets so turned-on, so lost in the moment that sometimes he can’t help but lose control. And I suppose….”
God, it sounded even worse when he said it out loud. Was he reallythatinsecure?
It appears so.
“Sebastian.”
Seb couldn’t help the automatic smile that caused. Every time. “You’re the only one who ever calls me that.”
“Oh?” Tim frowned, seeming unsure. “Does it bother you?”
“No. I like it.”
Tim’s frown smoothed out, replaced by a small soft smile that Seb had a feeling not many people got to see. “You shouldn’t compare us to Jared and Nathan all the time.”
“I don’t,” Seb automatically protested. Tim stared at him until he rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, maybe I do. A bit.”
Tim snorted, but that was all Seb was owning up to.
“They’re bonded.” Tim spoke quietly. “The connection is so much more intense for them.”
“Yeah, okay.”Makes sense.And that wasn’t something Seb wanted, so he had no business feeling envious. But by the catch in Tim’s voice, Seb wasn’t the only one. Would asking make things awkward between them? Probably, but Seb couldn’t help himself. “Is that something you want? To have what they have?” His heart rate ratcheted up; Tim’s answer was suddenly far more important than it had been a few days ago.
“No.” Tim glanced away as he answered. “I used to think so.” He shrugged. “But finding a bond like theirs doesn’t happen to everyone. It’d be stupid hoping for something that I might never get.”
Seb couldn’t decide if Tim was trying to convince him or himself. He didn’t say that, though, not wanting to open that can of worms; he just slid his hands into Tim’s hair and drew him down for a kiss. He hadn’t meant to initiate anything, starting out soft and lazy, but then Tim moaned and gripped him a little tighter. Seb moved, spreading his thighs to get Tim settled between them, and then everything moved up a notch.
Could he go for round three? Maybe, maybe not, but Seb was all for giving it a go. He slid his hands down Tim’s back, loving the play of muscle under his palms. Just as he grabbed Tim’s arse, urging him to move a little, Tim froze. This time, Seb felt the telltale prick of claws against the tops of his shoulders.
“Tim?”
With his head cocked to one side, Tim let out a cross between a growl and a snarl. “They’re here.”
Seb sat up as Tim climbed off him. “The guys from P-Pack?”
“Yeah.” Tim still sounded angry and tense, and Seb watched warily as he searched through their discarded clothes until he found his jeans. Not bothering with any underwear, Tim pulled his jeans on but left the top button undone. He didn’t appear to look for a T-shirt either.
Seb went to climb out of bed, but Tim stopped him with a glare. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Easing his cast to the floor, Seb gestured to the hallway. “It’s my flat. I was going to go and answer the door.”
