“Do you need medical treatment?” Viggo asked, grabbing his jeans from the floor and putting them on. His cock was soft, hanging limp and heavy between his thighs before he tucked it into his jeans. Bjorn hastily followed suit with his uniform pants.
Mortified, Sebastian shook his head.
“Was it just too much?” Viggo asked, taking a seat on the bed next to him.
Relieved to have an excuse, Sebastian nodded. “I got overwhelmed.”
The lie made him feel awful, but it was better than admitting the truth.
Viggo stared at him, searching his expression, before he huffed a dejected laugh.
“Well, I’m sorry. We promised ourselves we would take it easy, and then we do this. I’m glad you safeworded, though. That was very good.”
Sebastian flushed at the praise, the words warming him from the inside out and making his skin tingle.
“Bjorn, go run a bath, will you?” Viggo turned to Sebastian, stroking his hair. “Does that sound nice?”
Sebastian nodded. A bath did sound nice, especially if Bjorn was the one who prepared it for him.
Closing his eyes, the sheets very soft against his cheek, Sebastian relaxed into the sensation of Viggo gently stroking his hair. He felt like he was lying on a cloud, Viggo’s hand sending tingles down his spine, his earlier distress melting away.
“Just relax,” Viggo rumbled, his voice low and soothing. He scratched the nape of Sebastian’s neck, fingers so gentle it almost tickled. “We’re going to take good care of you.”
24
VIGGO
“So I fucked that up.”
Viggo pinched the bridge of his nose, watching Bjorn as he crouched next to the enormous bubble bath and tested the temperature of the water.
“Is he okay?” Bjorn asked, standing up and wiping his hands on the front of his pants. His expression was troubled, mouth pulled down in an unhappy frown.
“He’s sleeping.” Viggo leaned against the sink, rubbing his eyes. “Fuck it straight to hell. Why the fuck couldn’t I stick to the fucking plan?”
Bjorn walked over to the sink and stood next to him, leaning back so that they were hip to hip. They stared at each other in the mirror hanging over the bathtub, the sound of water crashing out of the faucet and filling the tub a loud rumble.
“Well?” Viggo demanded. “Don’t you have something to say?”
Bjorn shrugged. “We’re selfish assholes.”
The comment made Viggo snort. “That’s it?”
Bjorn looked at him directly. “It’s true. We’re both used to getting exactly what we want, all the time. We’ve never had to hold back or practice restraint.”
“You were feral for half a year and I didn’t know how to fix you,” Viggo groused, crossing his arms defensively and glaring at him. “So I disagree that I always get what I want, because I sure as hell didn’t want that.”
“Your solution to that was to legally kidnap a person.”
Viggo rolled his eyes, disagreeing vehemently with Bjorn’s characterization of Life Mate but not in the mood to argue about it. Sebastian had signed up for Life Mate of his own free will, and Viggo wouldn’t have forced him to live with them if it truly made him unhappy.
“He used his safeword,” Viggo said, pointing out the one bright spot in the situation. “That’s good, at least.”
“It is,” Bjorn agreed. “Now he knows that when he uses it, we’ll stop.”
“He wanted to keep going after.”
“That’s less good.”
