He grabbed Tim’s hands and pinned them on the pillow at either side of his head and closed his eyes, resting their foreheads together. “I feel…fuck, I don’t know.Alive, bursting with energy.” He pulled back enough to meet Tim’s gaze. “Really horny.”
Tim barked out a laugh. He tried to move his hands, but Seb growled again and pinned them harder, looking down at him with undisguised want and need, and Tim didn’t think he’d ever been harder in his life.
Seb licked over his teeth again, tongue catching on the points. “I want to do so many things to you. Taste you, fuck you, bite you…. Can I?”
“Yes.” He kept eye contact and slowly tilted his head to the side. “Whatever you want.”
Chapter Nineteen
Seb’s gaze caught on the creamy expanse of Tim’s neck, then travelled up to where dark stubble covered his throat. His cock strained against his pyjama bottoms, and his teeth ached to bite, claim,markTim the same way Tim had marked him. His hand shot to his neck as he realised the bite didn’t hurt anymore. To his utter disappointment, his fingers found only smooth skin, no teeth marks.No mark at all.
Sensing his distress, Tim cupped his jaw and forced him to meet his eyes again. “Hey. It’s still there.”
Seb shook his head. “It’s not. I can’t feel anythi—”
“The wound healed as you changed, but it’s still there, under the skin. You can’t feel it, but I can see it.”
Not that Seb didn’t believe him, but he needed to see for himself. Needed the confirmation so badly he was up off the bed before he even registered it. The bathroom door hit the wall with a dull thud as he marched inside and straight up to the mirror, angling his neck to get the best view.
Thank fuck.
He let out a huge sigh of relief, fingering the silvery bite mark that seemed to glow faintly under his skin. He traced the outline over and over, marvelling at the shifter magic at work. Then he smiled and spent another minute checking out his teeth. And the rest of him. Nothing much on his body had changed, just a little more muscle definition, but all his injuries had healed: no bruising on his ribs, his wrist was fine, and his ankle and his back too.
It had been such a relief to get that damn cast off. Remarkably easy, too. His newfound strength was taking some getting used to.
“Seb? Everything okay?”
The soft pad of footsteps sounded behind him; he turned in time to see Tim standing in the bathroom doorway.
“You’ve been a while. I was worried.”
Tim looked sleep-rumbled and sexy with his bed hair and his cock still tenting his boxer briefs—good enough to eat. Seb turned and stalked towards him, mirror forgotten. “Everything’s fine.”
Tim gave him an appreciative once-over. “I see that.” He glanced down at the bulge in Seb’s pyjamas and licked his lips.
That was all the motivation Seb needed. He backed Tim up against the door frame, using his extra three inches of height to his advantage. Tim slid his hands around Seb’s neck, claws tickling the skin there, and maybe for the first time, Seb realised that he was as strong as Tim now. They were equals. The same shifter DNA filled his body, strengthening his muscles and altering everything about him.
He reached down and hooked his hands under Tim’s thighs. “Hold on.” Tim clutched at him as Seb lifted him up.
Tim wrapped his legs around Seb’s waist, laughing. “I could get used to this.”
“Good.” Seb rolled his hips, pushing his cock against Tim’s arse, and he moaned at the thought of getting in there. “It’s going to happen a lot.”
He leaned in for a kiss, hard and desperate, forgetting about his teeth until he pulled back and saw the blood on Tim’s lip. “Shit.” Licking at his own, he tasted the telltale tang of copper, and… liked it. He liked the way it looked, too—smeared across Tim’s mouth just begging to be kissed. “I want to say I’m sorry for this—” Using his thumb, Seb wiped at the red covering Tim’s bottom lip. “—but I kinda like it.” He glanced up, meeting Tim’s gaze. “Is that wrong?”
In answer, Tim grabbed his hand and sucked Seb’s thumb into his mouth, humming in satisfaction. He practically glowed with it. Seb felt it through their bond, strong and possessive, curling around his insides and setting him alight.
Not wrong. I like it. I want it. Want you.
Tim let his thumb go with an obscene noise and licked his lips. “Fuck me,” he whispered, the words just for the two of them.
They filled Seb’s head until all he could think of was getting Tim naked and pushing inside him. He kept Tim wrapped around him and walked them back towards the bed, depositing Tim on it as though he weighed nothing.
“Get them off.” He gestured at Tim’s underwear, then pulled his T-shirt off and shed his pyjamas to stand naked next to the bed. It felt so good to be able to walk properly; he was half-tempted to jump on the spot, or run, or—
“Sebastian.”
His attention snapped back to Tim, now lying naked and stretched out on his back.
