Viggo grinned, wide and hungry. “Perfect.”
Before Sebastian could utter a word of protest, Viggo grabbed him by the waist and threw him over his shoulder with less effort than he’d need to lift a sack of flour. Sebastian landed with an oomph, the air pressed out of his lungs, his hands scrambling along the length of Viggo’s back as his legs kicked in a wild panic.
Viggo clamped his arms down over Sebastian’s thighs, trapping them against his chest, lifting his hand and letting it rest on the swell of his ass.
Sebastian stilled. “Holy fuck,” he whimpered, the awed words spoken in a hushed whisper. If Viggo hadn’t been a werewolf, he wouldn’t have heard.
Marching his prize through the house, Viggo jogged up the stairs and went directly to his room. He kicked the door shut behind him and advanced on the bed, leaning forward and tossing Sebastian onto the mattress, watching him bounce twice before scrambling back and staring up at Viggo with wide eyes.
Viggo studied the newest member of his pack and let his wolf rise to the surface. Together, they observed the human whose submission was all but guaranteed to be theirs. Sebastian was breathing fast, his chest heaving, his hands clutching the sheets on either side of his body in a white-knuckled grip.
He looked at Viggo with an intoxicating mix of terrified awe and arousal.
“What are we going to do now?” Sebastian finally broke the silence, his voice wrecked. He stared at Viggo, his breaths coming faster and faster as he waited for Viggo to respond.
When Sebastian looked like he was going to snap, casting his gaze around the room looking for an escape from the tension, Viggo flashed his teeth in a mean grin. He advanced, crawling up on the mattress, and moved to blanket Sebastian’s body with his own. When he was right on top of him, resting his knees and elbows on either side of his body and boxing him in, he leaned down and pressed his lips against Sebastian’s ear.
“Well, Sebastian,” he said, taking Sebastian’s earlobe between his teeth and giving it a nibble. “I was thinking I’d suck your cock. Would you like that?”
Sebastian gasped, nodding wordlessly.
“Say it,” Viggo growled. He shifted some of his weight off his elbows, letting his chest come to rest on top of Sebastian, pushing him into the mattress.
“I’d like that,” Sebastian moaned, reaching up and clutching at Viggo’s waist. His hands slid under Viggo’s suit jacket, gliding over his cotton dress shirt, his touch tentative and twitching like he still wasn’t sure if Viggo’s body was something he was allowed to explore.
Pushing back up on his elbows, Viggo looked down at his captive with a smug grin.
“Your wish is my command.”
6
SEBASTIAN
Sebastian couldn’t breathe. Viggo loomed over him, huge and imposing, the heat of his body a palpable thing against his skin.
“Do you like this?” Viggo teased, moving down Sebastian’s body with his mouth, pushing up his t-shirt and licking over his nipple.
“Yeah,” Sebastian moaned, crying out when sharp teeth caught his nipple. “Feels good.”
Viggo bit down harder, and Sebastian whimpered at the delicious pain.
“Good,” Viggo growled, sliding lower, mouthing down Sebastian’s stomach. Huge hands reached into his jeans, curling down and grabbing hold, pushing him down and making him helpless. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
Sebastian lifted his neck, craning to see down the length of his body to where Viggo had taken up residence between his legs. The alpha popped the button on his jeans, his eyes meeting Sebastian’s, his mouth pulling up in a smirk as he leaned down and undid the zipper with his teeth.
It was too much. Sebastian couldn’t look at him. He leaned his head back, lifting his arm and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.
“Look at this,” Viggo said, yanking Sebastian’s jeans and underwear down around his thighs. Sebastian’s cock and balls were exposed, hard and throbbing despite his horrible embarrassment, and Sebastian whimpered. “It’s bigger than I expected.”
Sebastian flushed with a strange sense of pride. He wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, but he’d never felt like his six inches were inadequate.
“Pretty little cock,” Viggo crooned, pushing his face between Sebastian’s legs and mouthing at his balls. He sucked them into his mouth, taking Sebastian completely off guard, the tug on his groin making sparks shoot through his body.
Needing to look, Sebastian pushed up on his elbows and stared down between his legs. It felt like he was in a dream. Viggo was still wearing his suit, the sleek wool pulled tight over his wide shoulders, looking debauched and filthy as he worked Sebastian’s balls with his mouth.
They locked eyes, and even with his mouth full of balls, Viggo’s smirk was cocky and satisfied. He released Sebastian’s balls with a wet slurp, licking his lips and laying his hands down flat on Sebastian’s thighs.
“Don’t come until I give you permission,” he warned, massaging the top of Sebastian’s thighs with almost painful strength.
