It seemed unreal.
“On your knees,” Viggo said, not looking at him. His gaze was fixed up at one of the trophies mounted on the wall, a stern-looking stag staring out sightlessly at the room.
Sebastian started walking, his legs shaky as he stared at the space between Viggo’s thick thighs, wondering what it would feel like to kneel between them.
“What did I just tell you?” Viggo asked, his voice stern and scarily calm.
Sebastian froze, his whole body going tense. He looked at Viggo with confusion. The werewolf turned to face him, narrowing his eyes and giving Sebastian an expectant look.
“To kneel?” Sebastian said, turning the answer into a question.
“And what are you doing?”
Sebastian licked his lips, his mouth dry. He didn’t understand what Viggo meant.
“I’m going to kneel,” he said, voice cracking. He didn’t understand his own feelings. All of a sudden he was intimidated as fuck, but it was a very different intimidation from the one he’d felt earlier.
After a moment he realized that the difference from earlier was that he wasn’t scared. He was still wary of Viggo, but when he said he wouldn’t hurt him, Sebastian believed him.
The intimidated feeling he was experiencing now was purely sexual.
“Did I tell you towalkover here and then kneel?” Viggo asked, tapping his fingers gently on his thigh.
Sebastian understood, dropping to his knees with a thump that had pain shooting up his legs. He winced, swallowing a hiss of pain as he looked to see Viggo’s reaction.
The alpha smiled, soft and mean at the same time, lifting his glass and taking a sip of the amber liquid inside.
“Good boy,” he said, licking his lips. “Though next time, be a little more careful. We don’t want you hurting your knees.”
“Yes, alpha,” Sebastian said, his stomach a tight knot of arousal. His cock was hard, pressing against the inside of his jeans despite how sore and spent it was. He had to make an effort not to reach between his legs to grope himself.
“Crawl to me,” Viggo said, his voice dark. He placed his hand on his bulge, squeezing down. Sebastian started to shuffle forward, but Viggo stopped him with a stern glance and a raised hand. “On your hands and knees.”
Taking a deep breath, nostrils flaring on the exhale, Sebastian lowered his hands to the floor and started to crawl. The hardwood floor was painful against his sore knees, but once he crossed onto the luxurious Persian rug, the pain faded.
Moving around the low coffee table, Viggo watching him the whole time, Sebastian crawled forward until he reached the imposing werewolf’s feet. He came to a stop, Viggo’s foot resting on the floor beneath him, and wondered what he should do now.
“That’s a good boy,” Viggo said, threading his fingers through Sebastian’s hair. His hand was heavy, and Sebastian shuddered at the sensation of being petted. The fingers tightened, and Sebastian was pulled forward and into the V of Viggo’s legs. “Here you go. This is where I want you.”
Viggo let go of Sebastian’s hair, leaning back and spreading his legs an inch or so further apart while scooting forward to the edge of the couch.
Sebastian, still on his hands and knees, looked up, his breath catching at the sight of Viggo’s bulge just inches from his face.
“Kiss it,” Viggo said, his voice a deep rumble. Sebastian shuddered, taking a deep breath before leaning in and placing his lips on the hard bulge of Viggo’s cock.
It was warm, even through the wool of Viggo’s suit, and for some reason that startled Sebastian more than anything else. Parting his lips, mouthing at the impossibly thick shape, Sebastian closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into the side of Viggo’s thigh while he mouthed his way up the hard length.
“That’s it,” Viggo praised, taking a drink and stroking his fingers through Sebastian’s hair. He brushed them down over the nape of his neck, taking a firm hold when Sebastian started to move back down his shaft, pushing him further into the space between his legs and closing them around his head.
Sebastian froze. Viggo’s muscular thighs squeezed his head like a vise, leaving him unable to do anything but accept the gratuitous domination.
“If I ever did this to Bjorn, he’d bite me,” Viggo mused, sounding more like he was speaking to himself than to Sebastian. “But you just take it, don’t you, little human? Tell me, does this make you hard?” He flexed his thighs, the pressure turning briefly to pain.
Sebastian, his cock throbbing inside his briefs, hummed a positive reply. Viggo chuckled and relaxed his thighs, releasing Sebastian’s head from their vise-like grip. He ruffled his hair.
“Good. If that didn’t freak you out, you should be able to handle anything Bjorn throws at you.”
So it was a test. Sebastian was a little disappointed. It would be nice if Viggo enjoyed clamping his tree-trunk thighs around his head, because it was definitely something he wanted to experience again.
