“Good,” he mumbled, realizing that Viggo was waiting for an answer.
“Perfect. You can use the bathroom in my room upstairs. It has everything you need under the sink, and you can borrow some clothes from my closet. Do you remember where it is?”
Sebastian shook his head. He remembered that it had been on the second floor, but that was it.
“It’s the second room on the left after you go up the stairs.” Viggo reached down and ruffled his hair. “Come down here when you’re done. All right?”
Sebastian nodded, but he didn’t rise until Viggo took a step back and raised his eyebrow. Realizing that the alpha was waiting for him to get a move on, he pushed himself up from the couch and got to his feet.
He felt unsteady, but after taking a deep breath, he was able to center himself. He took a second to take stock of himself. His jaw hurt, and the insides of his thighs were tender and sore from all of Viggo’s biting, but other than that, he felt fine.
“Good?” Viggo asked, reaching out and holding his arm. He squeezed, and Sebastian shuddered at the sensation of just how much of his bicep Viggo was able to fit in his hand. He nodded.
“Good. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Viggo walked away, leaving the room with a glance back over his shoulder, smiling at Sebastian encouragingly before leaving the room.
Sebastian watched him disappear, standing there for a few seconds and just wondering if all that had really just happened, before the wet, clammy stickiness of his clothes propelled him to go get cleaned up.
He could think more about all of this in the shower.
7
VIGGO
Viggo made his way to the kitchen, the scent of Sebastian’s release still clinging to the inside of his nose and making him feel half feral with possessive need.
His knot pulsed with the need to sink into Sebastian’s hole and claim him properly.
The instinct had taken him completely off guard. He’d expected to want to knot Sebastian eventually – to let his wolf make a claim that mirrored the one recognized by human society – but he’d thought it would take a few weeks at least. Instead, he’d felt the urge overwhelm him the minute he was done pumping the boy’s stomach full of come.
It was a miracle he hadn’t given in and flipped him over and mounted him right there.
Humming to himself, opening the fridge and searching critically for something to feed his human, Viggo smirked at the memory of how his load had overwhelmed the poor boy. After those first three powerful blasts of come, Sebastian’s mouth had been full to the brim, and when Viggo shot the fourth jet into his mouth, he hadn’t been able to swallow or let it drool out in time.
Viggo would treasure the sight of Sebastian snorting come from his nose until the day he died.
He knew it was mean – that Sebastian had come close to real panic – but Viggo figured that since Sebastian seemed to have enjoyed himself in the end, it was okay for him to have been a bit of an asshole.
The fridge let out a beep, and Viggo frowned. There wasn’t much to choose from. When cooking for himself, he usually just threw a steak on the grill and some vegetables in the oven and let that be that, but he hadn’t been shopping in a week, and the only vegetables he had in the fridge were some carrots and half an onion.
Steak, onion and carrots weren’t what he wanted to serve his mate for their first dinner together.
Rubbing his jaw, Viggo wondered what to do. If they’d been in the city, he would have just pulled up his phone and ordered something, but the house was too far away from any restaurants for that to be convenient.
Closing the fridge, Viggo walked to the pantry and opened the freezer. He shuffled some things around, digging towards the bottom of the freezer, letting out a breath of relief when he found a pan of lasagna meticulously labeled with Bjorn’s neat handwriting.
Eight months wasn’t too old, was it? Viggo pulled the pan out of the freezer bag and removed the foil, giving the dish a sniff.
It smelled fine, and when he poked it, he couldn’t feel anything off. He’d just have to put it in the oven and heat it up, and then he could give it another sniff to make sure it was okay to eat.
Relieved that he had something to feed Sebastian, Viggo put the lasagna in the oven and set the table. He found Bjorn’s date-night candles and set them up like Bjorn usually did, on top of a pretty blue tablecloth, and he used the fancy china his mom had given him and Bjorn for their wedding. Then he worried that the fancy plates weretoofancy and he switched them out with the regular everyday plates.
Standing back, he surveyed his clumsy attempt at romance with a wince. This really wasn’t his forte, but it would have to do.
With dinner in the oven and the table set, Viggo felt like he had things under control. He checked his watch, doing a double take when he saw how much time had passed since he and Sebastian had come back to the house. It was nearly seven, and Bjorn could come home at any minute.
For once, Viggo hoped that Bjorn would stay out late. He wanted Sebastian fed and relaxed before introducing him to his mate.
