“I get my own room?” Sebastian asked, leaning against Viggo as they turned the corner and made their way to the living room.
“Huh?”
“You said you could show me my room,” Sebastian said.
Viggo grinned down at him. “Of course you do. It’s a big house, and everyone needs a space that’s just theirs.”
Sebastian bit his lip. “So I’m not going to sleep with you?”
Viggo bit back his first response, which was to growl and tell him that he’d never sleep anywhere else, and opted for a less possessive answer.
“Only if you want to.”
Sebastian furrowed his brows. “But you want me to.” It was a statement and not a question.
“Yes.”
Sebastian nodded to himself, and Viggo had no idea what he was thinking. His expression stayed inscrutable as Viggo showed him around the house, taking him to the living room and kitchen, and it stayed that way as he showed him around the rest of the first floor.
“It’s big,” Sebastian said, the two of them standing at the entrance to the mudroom at the back entrance.
At first, Viggo thought he was talking about the room, but then he realized he meant the whole house.
“We wanted something big in case we ever expanded our pack,” Viggo said, feeling almost self-conscious. He walked into the mudroom and fiddled with Bjorn’s favorite leather jacket, hanging on a hook next to the door, the battered leather worn and smelling like his mate. “Back then, we weren’t sure if we’d feel comfortable with a territory this big if it was just the two of us.”
“But now you do?” Sebastian asked.
Viggo shrugged. After they’d settled, he and Bjorn had never discussed bringing more people into their pack. The two of them had seemed like enough, at least to Viggo. Bringing the sleeve of Bjorn’s jacket to his nose, rubbing the leather against his face, Viggo wondered if that had been a mistake.
Maybe if they’d expanded their pack in those early days, or even later, Bjorn wouldn’t have gone feral.
But they hadn’t, and now it was too late. Bringing another werewolf into a pack with a feral second was a sure-fire way to have the alpha council come down on them like a sack of bricks.
It was a miracle Viggo had managed to keep word of Bjorn’s condition from leaking out.
“Not until you,” he said, dropping the sleeve and walking back to where Sebastian was lingering in the doorway. He pulled him into a hug, making him gasp at the unexpected contact. He bent down and pressed his nose into Sebastian’s hair, nuzzling into it. At first, Sebastian was stiff, but after a few moments, he relaxed.
“I like the way you smell,” Viggo murmured, holding Sebastian possessively tight. He breathed in, nostrils flaring, and lifted his hand to Sebastian’s neck to give it a squeeze.
“Weirdo,” Sebastian muttered, but the word was teasing rather than upset.
Grinning, Viggo reached up and fisted his hand in Sebastian’s hair, tugging his head back so that he could bend down and drag his nose up the length of his throat. He breathed in, savoring the spine-tingling scent that was uniquely Sebastian.
Viggo pulled away, his cock throbbing to the beat of his pulse, every brush of Sebastian’s body against his front threatening to send him over the edge.
“Come on, let me show you upstairs,” he said, his voice inching close to a growl. He put his hands on Sebastian’s shoulders, sliding down his arms and marveling at how big his hands looked against Sebastian’s skinny frame.
His fingers could wrap around the width of Sebastian’s bicep with room to spare.
“What’s upstairs?” Sebastian asked, breathless and aroused. He moaned when Viggo squeezed down on his arm, looking down at his hand with wide eyes.
“The bedroom.” Viggo’s voice dropped into a deep rumble.
“Oh.” Sebastian blushed, the color starting on his cheeks before moving down under his shirt. He ducked his head. “Okay.”
“Do you want that?”
They both knew what Viggo meant. Sebastian peered up at him through his lashes, unsure and vulnerable, but then he nodded.
