Sebastian wondered what it would be like to have enough money that he could just spend over a million dollars without having to worry about it. His budget had been stretched to the limit so that he could afford an apartment in the city near his school without having to get a roommate, and that wasafterhe factored in the money he got from illegally subletting it to tourists during the summer.
“What about Bjorn?” he asked. “Does he work with you?”
“No, he’s a forest ranger.” Blackwell sounded fond. “He used to be a police officer, but he hated it and quit about six years ago. He’s much happier now.”
“Good for him,” Sebastian said. “That must have been tough.”
“It was.” Blackwell smiled and reached over to squeeze Sebastian’s neck again. “Any other questions?”
Sebastian had tons, but when he tried to think of which one to ask first, they all jumbled together.
“Is there anything special I should call you?” he finally settled on.
“What do you mean?” Blackwell looked at Sebastian like he’d just said something very strange. “You can just call me Viggo, you know, since that’s my name.”
He ruffled Sebastian’s hair, putting a little too much strength into it and forcing Sebastian to bend his neck.
“Harding was calling you Alpha Blackwell,” Sebastian mumbled, embarrassed. “I was just wondering if that was a thing you expected humans to do.”
“That’s only if you’re being formal,” Blackwell –Viggo– said, sounding amused. He removed his hand from Sebastian’s hair. “I’d be kind of a dick if I made you call mealphaall the time.”
“All right, Viggo.” Sebastian tested the way the name felt in his mouth. He liked it.
“Do you have any nicknames you prefer?”
“Nope,” Sebastian said, perfectly happy to be called Sebastian. That was his name, and he hated when people shortened it.
“Sebastian it is.”
They continued to drive in silence, Blackwell not prompting him to ask any more questions. He could probably sense that Sebastian needed a minute to just think and process.
The calm silence between them was nice.
When a few minutes had passed, Sebastian glanced out of the corner of his eye and studied his new alpha. He didn’t know if it was the fact that they were sitting in a car and Viggo had to keep his hands on the wheel or if he was just being lulled into a false sense of security, but the anxiety that had clouded his mind earlier was fading.
Viggo noticed him staring and turned to meet his gaze, his mouth pulling up in an attractive little smirk.
“You like looking at me, huh?” he said, with the confidence of someone who knew they were worth looking at.
Sebastian blushed, turning his face and looking properly now that he’d already been caught staring. The masculine planes of Viggo’s face were captivating. “I guess.”
“We’re about twenty minutes away from the house.” Viggo shifted his gaze between Sebastian and the road. “How would you feel if I gave you a blowjob when we got there?”
Sebastian felt like the air had been punched from his lungs. Considering Viggo’s behavior earlier – coupled with the way he’d asked Sebastian if he was comfortable submitting sexually – he hadn’t expected Viggo’s first request for something intimate to involve Viggo in the submissive position.
The thought of Viggo – with his wide shoulders and big arms – moving between his legs and swallowing his cock had Sebastian rock hard and ready to go.
“We could try that,” he said, his voice cracking on the last word. He swallowed, his groin tingling and his cock throbbing with anticipation.
“Yeah?” Viggo reached over and grabbed his thigh, the broad flat of his palm sliding up and coming to rest over the bulge of Sebastian’s torturously hard cock. “Would you return the favor?”
Sebastian’s breaths were coming in fast little pants, the sensation of Viggo’s hand on his bulge making it difficult to think. When Viggo slid his fingers down, pushing insistently between Sebastian’s legs and rubbing into his taint, it became impossible.
“It would only be fair,” he mumbled, trying and failing to sound calm and in control.
“It’s a deal.” Viggo shot him a toothy grin, hungry and satisfied and making Sebastian wonder if he’d just bitten off more than he could chew.
“Did you have any other questions?” Viggo asked, removing his hand and placing it on the wheel. He sounded calm, but when Sebastian glanced at his hands, his knuckles were white where they clenched down on the wheel.
