SEBASTIAN
The drive away from the Life Mate offices to Sebastian’s new home was by far the most tense and awkward of his life.
“So let me get this straight,” he said, looking at the werewolf sitting next to him with barely restrained panic. “You need a human member for your pack, which right now consists of only you and your mate, because he’s gone feral and having a human around will make him happy. Am I understanding that right?”
Blackwell, the evil, lying bastard, shot him a tight grin and nodded. They were driving down the highway, Blackwell staying just above the speed limit, heading into the north side of the national park that Blackwell had claimed as his territory.
“Bjorn is an alpha,” Blackwell explained, smoothly changing lanes before looking over at Sebastian. “He’s made to have people to take care of and protect. With just the two of us, he wasn’t getting that. He needs someone submissive to him in the hierarchy of our pack.”
Blackwell turned his attention back to the road and Sebastian clenched his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them, he’d wake up in his bed, under his covers, and all this would be a dream.
He was not qualified to un-feral a werewolf.
“What about all that stuff about me being your mate?” he asked. Had Blackwell lied about wanting him just to get Sebastian out of the building without him making a fuss?
Sebastian didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed.
“What about it?” Blackwell asked, glancing at him with an unfairly sexy lift of his brow.
“You have a husband!” Sebastian exclaimed.
“Bjorn and I will share you,” Blackwell said, taking what little was left of Sebastian’s sanity and shattering it like a piece of glass under a very heavy rock.
“You what?” The words were little more than a croak.
“You’ll belong to both of us.” Blackwell reached over and squeezed his thigh, his huge, calloused hand sending shudders up Sebastian’s spine. “We’ll be good to you.”
Sebastian had to close his eyes, the deep rumble of Viggo’s voice and the warmth of his hand making his gut clench with unbearable arousal. He needed to get a hold of himself. He was not equipped to handle one werewolf – let alone a mated pair.
They’dbreakhim. He was sure of it.
“You said his wolf is in control,” Sebastian said, needing to focus on something other than Blackwell’s insane idea of a threesome. “What does that mean?”
Blackwell let go of Sebastian’s thigh and put his hand back on the wheel. He grimaced. “It means that his wolf has taken the reins.”
“And that’s bad?” Sebastian asked. The fact that werewolves considered theirwolfselves to be separate entities that shared their bodies was new to him, and he couldn’t quite make sense of how that might work.
“Of course it’s bad,” Blackwell growled, his lip curling in a sneer that had Sebastian’s balls wanting to crawl back into his body. Noticing Sebastian’s flinch, Blackwell continued in a gentler tone. “The only thing Bjorn’s wolf cares about is guarding our territory and chasing rabbits. He’s not himself, and I miss him.”
Sebastian didn’t know what to say to that. He was obviously entering a complicated situation, and the only thing he knew for certain was that he didn’t have the knowledge to navigate it with any degree of confidence.
“And what do you want me to do?” Sebastian needed more information.
“Nothing difficult,” Blackwell said, relaxing his jaw and shooting him a fake smile. He was obviously trying to put Sebastian at ease, and though it wasn’t working, the attempt was appreciated. “Let him show you around our territory, ooh and aww when he hunts deer and rabbits for you, and don’t put up a fuss if he wants to cuddle and scent-mark you.”
“Cuddle?” Sebastian choked on the word.
“Werewolves are tactile.” Blackwell glanced at him to gauge his reaction. He reached over and placed his hand on Sebastian’s shoulder. “We like physical contact. Think you could handle that?”
Sebastian wondered what Blackwell would do if he answeredno.
“What kind of physical contact?” He glanced down at the massive hand curved around his shoulder before shifting his gaze up to the bulge of Blackwell’s bicep. The muscle pushed against the sleeve of the alpha’s suit jacket, casually flexed, and Sebastian wondered just how strong he was.
Blackwell gave the question a few seconds’ thought. “Hugging,” he finally said, like he was putting it into words for the first time. “Touching your neck, back and shoulder. Things like this.”
He squeezed down on Sebastian’s shoulder, thumb stroking over the top of his clavicle while the rest of his fingers brushed the back of his neck.
Sebastian resisted the urge to moan, wondering how a simple shoulder squeeze could feel so good. He wondered what a hug would feel like. Blackwell had the kind of arms that Sebastian would very much like to feel wrapped around him, able to squeeze him tight, and with their height difference, a hug would have his face pressed right into the alpha’s bulging pecs.
