“What happens if I do?” Sebastian asked, all sorts of terrifyingly wonderful ideas flashing through his mind. Viggo lifted a single brow, and Sebastian whimpered at the playful malice the tiny change in expression conveyed.
“I don’t know,” Viggo mused, taking Sebastian’s cock in hand and squeezing it. All six of his inches disappeared within the grip of Viggo’s massive fingers, and Sebastian stared down in awe. “You seem like the kind of boy who needs frequentcorrection.” Viggo loosened his palm and moved his thumb to the head of Sebastian’s cock, rubbing a torturous circle over the sensitive glans. “Maybe I’d make you come; jerk you off over and over until you begged me to leave your little cock alone.” Viggo grinned, his other hand sliding down to clutch the side of Sebastian’s ass. “Or maybe I’d just spank you. What do you think about that?”
Sebastian didn’t know if either of those were things he could handle – who knew how much getting spanked by a werewolf alpha would hurt – but he wanted to try.
“I think…” Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to admit that Viggo’s suggestions made his belly curl with excited arousal, his cock so hard it felt like it was made of steel. “I don’t know.”
Viggo chuckled, a dark sound that made the little hairs on Sebastian’s neck rise. He tilted his head and looked Sebastian right in the eye.
“You don’t?” He squeezed Sebastian’s cock, jerking it firmly. “You’re pretty hard for someone who doesn’t know. You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”
Sebastian shook his head, his voice caught somewhere in his chest.
“Really?” Viggo narrowed his eyes. He dropped Sebastian’s cock, moving both hands under Sebastian’s ass, grabbing his cheeks and squeezing. “So thinking about my big hand smacking your defenseless little ass doesn’t turn you on? You don’t want to go over my knee?”
“I don’t know,” Sebastian whimpered. He didn’t know how he was supposed to think when Viggo wastouchinghim.
“Oh well, I guess I won’t do that, then.” Viggo let out a dramatic sigh, sliding his hands back from under Sebastian’s ass and sitting up on his knees. He looked down at Sebastian with a pitying grin. “I wouldn’t want topushyou.”
The words were pure mockery, and at that moment Sebastianhatedhim.
“I want…” Sebastian trailed off, wanting to confess his deepest desires, yet at the same time remembering that he didn’t know Viggo, and this wasn’t a one-night stand. What he said now could haveconsequences.
“Yes?” Viggo adjusted his suit, looking rakishly put together and making Sebastian feel like an absolute wreck.
“Maybe we can try that another time?”
To Sebastian’s surprise, his words made Viggo’s heated expression turn soft, his grin open and kind.
“Of course.” Viggo rubbed Sebastian’s leg just under where the jeans were pushed down. “I didn’t mean we had to do all that today. We have plenty of time to find out what you like.”
Sebastian took a deep breath, wondering if he was an idiot for letting Viggo’s assurances calm him down.
“I’m going to suck your cock now,” Viggo said, the meaning of the words taking a second to register. When they did, Sebastian’s balls pulled tight and his mouth went dry. He nodded.
“Okay.”
Viggo pulled off his suit jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it easily to the floor, followed by his tie. He then rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. Sebastian watched him, wondering how something as simple as rolling up your sleeves could be sexy.
Pushing back and sinking down between Sebastian’s legs, Viggo rubbed his stubbled jaw along the inside of his thigh, nosing his way up under his balls. He lapped at the junction where the root of his cock met his taint, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin and letting out a rumbling purr.
“Fuck, I could live down here,” Viggo growled, sucking the flesh of Sebastian’s inner thigh between his teeth and making Sebastian whimper. He licked his way down, sucking in a new patch of skin and biting down. “Could fucking eat you up.”
Sebastian reached down to push him away. Viggo’s teeth hurt just as much as they felt amazing, the sensation too much, but the cocky werewolf just huffed in amusement and stayed put. Even using all his strength, Sebastian couldn’t budge him an inch.
Viggo kept licking and biting, marking the insides of Sebastian’s thighs with tender bruises, alternating the painful bites with world-shattering licks up and down his shaft.
“It hurts,” Sebastian whimpered when Viggo bit down on the same spot for the third time, his cheeks wet with tears. Viggo huffed, the puff of air warming Sebastian’s balls, the pain quickly morphing from tortured pleasure to pure pain.
“All right, I’ll stop,” Viggo said, kissing Sebastian’s bruised inner thigh in apology. He looked up with dark eyes. “Should be making you feel good, right, Sebastian?”
Sebastian nodded, his answer turning into a gasp when Viggo moved up and wrapped his lips around the head of his cock.
“Oh…” Sebastian moaned, grabbing Viggo’s hair and curling his fingers in the soft locks.
Viggo let out a grunt, his tongue lapping at the underside of Sebastian’s cock. Sebastian trembled, overwhelmed, and when Viggo pushed down deeper and hollowed his cheeks andsucked, he crashed over the edge.
Sebastian tried to hold back – to ground himself with unsexy thoughts – but he’d been edging towards orgasm since the second Viggo put his hands on him back at the Life Mate office. It was a miracle he’d lasted as long as he had.
