“Don’t worry, he’s just excited to meet you.” Viggo cupped the back of Sebastian’s neck and squeezed it. “He won’t hurt you.”
Sebastian took a calming breath, feeling nervous but not scared, and turned his attention back to the newcomer. His beard was really…something. The shape of it hinted at a strong jaw and protruding chin, adding to his overall rugged appearance, and with just a little trimming, it would have made him look dashing.
“Has he been riding a motorcycle?” Sebastian asked, finally recognizing the pants. They were motorcycle leathers.
Could feral werewolves ride bikes?
“No, I don’t know what’s up with that,” Viggo said, sounding exasperated. He looked at Bjorn with a lifted brow. “Care to enlighten us?”
Bjorn looked down at his pants. He shuffled his feet a bit and slid his finger into the waistband, giving it a tug, looking like he was trying to see what was weird about them. Finding nothing wrong, he shrugged.
“I’m guessing he just grabbed the first pair he saw.”
Bjorn made an impatient noise, leaning his hips against the mattress and clenching his fists. His whole body was straining, like a racehorse champing at the bit.
“Now?” he asked, obviously not talking about his pants. His voice was deeper than Viggo’s – a low rumbling baritone that perfectly matched his humongous size – and the sound sent a shudder down the length of Sebastian’s spine.
“Just be careful,” Viggo said, standing up and pushing Sebastian back down when he tried to follow him off the bed. Sebastian frowned, not liking where this was headed.
“What-”
Bjorn crawled up on the bed, graceful despite his size, and before Sebastian could ask what was going to happen, the intimidating werewolf tackled him and pushed him flat into the mattress.
A blanket of muscled flesh and leather pushed down on him, overwhelming him completely.
Ignoring Sebastian’s flailing arms, Bjorn grabbed him by his waist and moved him to the middle of the bed, manhandling him like a ragdoll and swinging his leg over Sebastian’s thighs and taking a seat.
The full weight of Bjorn’s body resting on his legs was more than enough to pin Sebastian down. He looked up at Bjorn’s satisfied face, his eyes dark and mouth stretched wide in an intimidating grin, and in that moment, he felt smaller and more helpless than he’d ever felt before.
Bjorn was just sobig. He was like a titan, his wide shoulders and massive chest filling up Sebastian’s vision and blocking out the room behind him.
“Don’t be scared,” Bjorn said, the grin sliding off his face only to be replaced by a stern frown. The words felt more like a command than a reassurance, and Sebastian swallowed. He glanced over at Viggo, but the alpha was looking at Bjorn with a satisfied little smile, like he was watching his plan come together perfectly.
There would be no help there.
Bjorn reached down and grabbed Sebastian by his chin, fingers wrapping around the sides of his face like a vise, and leaned down until their faces were just inches apart. He didn’t say anything, his breath warm against Sebastian’s face, his fingers squeezing when Sebastian tried to look away from the intense eye contact.
Sebastian waited for Bjorn to speak and break the mounting tension, but almost thirty seconds passed without a word. Then, as suddenly as it had arrived, Bjorn’s stern frown melted off his face and he grinned happily.
Breathing fast, Sebastian watched Bjorn lift his face back up, letting go of his chin and rubbing his cheek with brisk satisfaction.
Whatever that had been about, Bjorn seemed happy with the results.
Lying on the huge bed, his legs beginning to go to sleep from Bjorn sitting on them, Sebastian crossed his hands over his stomach and tried to figure out where to look. Bjorn was the most obvious target, the werewolf having no issues watching Sebastian, but Sebastian couldn’t look at him for more than a few seconds before he started to blush and had to look away.
“You’re allowed to look at him.”
Viggo sounded amused. He took a seat on the edge of the mattress and stroked Sebastian’s hair, scratching his fingertips against his scalp, gently turning his face up so that he was forced to look at the feral werewolf using him as a seat.
Sebastian tensed, lowering his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at Bjorn’s face, but then Viggo started petting him again and he relaxed into the touch.
“I know,” he mumbled, embarrassed. Bjorn’s pecs filled his vision, bulging with muscle, and Sebastian wondered what it would feel like to push his face into them.
The thought made him blush and look away, but when he turned his head, Viggo was there to counter the move.
“Look at him.”
The words were an order, and Sebastian’s face burned. He looked at Bjorn’s stomach, the bottom two-thirds of his abs covered in snug black leather, his fingers itching to trace the ridge between Bjorn’s abs and follow the indent down into his leather pants.
