This was going to suck.
3
VIGGO
Viggo worked his way through the forms and papers to officially make Sebastian part of his pack, his whole body itching to get back to the nervous little human so that he could claim him properly.
His cock was harder than it had been in months.
Reaching his free hand discreetly under the desk to grope the length of his shaft, stiff and leaking against the solid muscle of his thigh, he imagined what it would be like to have Sebastian spread out and helpless beneath him.
He would be small and easy to manhandle, that much was obvious. He’d lie there, trapped under Viggo’s muscular body, sweat and come drenching every inch of his skin as Viggo fucked into him, plugging his hole with his knot and pumping him so full of come that he’d feel like he was going to explode.
They would have to be careful not to break him, Viggo mused. It would take time to train him up so that he could handle the ravenous sexual appetites of two alpha werewolves.
Viggo bit back a groan, imagining the sheer satisfaction of teaching Sebastian’s hole to take the full length of his cock and the fat bulb of his knot. They’d start small, Viggo’s fingers working him open one by one, then move on to bigger and bigger toys until Sebastian was ready to take the entirety of the monster that Viggo had in his pants.
Then, once he could take Viggo comfortably, they could start preparing him for Bjorn.
Viggo lifted his hand away from his bulge, the thought of watching Bjorn’s gigantic knot tying him and Sebastian together almost making him come in his pants like a teenager.
Bjorn’s cock was truly enormous. His cock-head was smaller than Viggo’s, the crown flush to his shaft and giving his cock a tapered look, but as you moved down the length it got significantly thicker. This, coupled with the fact that his cock was a good two inches longer than Viggo’s, meant that Bjorn had the kind of equipment that sent even experienced bottoms running for the hills.
Viggo adored it. Unlike his own bloated mushroom-head, the tip of Bjorn’s cock was easy to fit in your mouth, and Viggo could think of few things he liked better than pinning Bjorn down and sucking him dry.
He wondered how much of Bjorn’s cock Sebastian would be able to take before it got too thick. If they trained him right, he should manage a good four inches before the girth became too much for his jaw to handle.
Shuffling through the forms still to be signed, forcing himself to focus, Viggo was pleased to see that he was almost through the whole pile.
“Is there a problem?” Harding asked, jerking Viggo out of his thoughts and making him look up. The liaison was sitting on the other side of the desk, a blank-faced secretary standing next to him to act as witness and notary, staring at him with nervous concern.
Viggo was embarrassed to admit that he’d forgotten they were there.
“No, just checking to see how many I’ve got left,” Viggo said. He hoped Harding and the secretary hadn’t been able to tell that he’d been groping himself under the desk.
When he’d first contacted Life Mate a little over four months ago, desperate forsomethingthat would fix his feral mate and bring him back to himself, he hadn’t considered that getting a human was something that he would enjoy as well. It had been a solution to a problem, nothing more, and that opinion had remained unchanged until he caught the first whiff of Sebastian’s sample.
It had literally rocked his world.
“You’re almost done,” Harding assured him. He reached for the form Viggo had just signed, putting his signature on the witness line before handing it to his secretary to be notarized.
Viggo went back to signing.
Bjorn was going to love Sebastian. The boy was cute, his button nose, floppy hair and big, soulful eyes making him look like a lost puppy, his short stature meaning that he wouldn’t reach further than Bjorn’s abs.
The two of them together would make quite the picture. Bjorn, with his towering height, broad shoulders and sculpted muscles, would be like a giant out of a fairytale when placed next to elf-like Sebastian.
He really hoped that Sebastian wouldn’t be too intimidated when he introduced them. Bjorn was intimidating on the best of days, his natural disposition one of broody growling, and that was before he’d gone feral.
If Sebastian had found him intimidating, Bjorn was going to make him piss his pants.
Thinking about how scared Sebastian had been when he walked into the conference room made a tendril of guilt slither its way into Viggo’s gut.
Replaying the encounter in his mind – ignoring how good Sebastian had smelled and how badly he’d wanted to pin him to the floor and claim him right then and there – Viggo winced.
He shouldn’t have told Sebastian that he wanted tohunthim.
It might be true – Viggo could think of nothing he’d like more than to chase Sebastian through the woods and fuck him on a bed of leaves and moss – but he wasn’t stupid enough to think that Sebastian would be up for something like that any time soon.
