Bjorn shook his head, pushing up on his elbows and looking down at Sebastian’s face. The blue in his eyes was almost entirely eclipsed by his inky black pupils, his nostrils flaring with each breath.
“Hungry?” His gaze was searching and intense, a line of worry creasing his brow.
Sebastian nodded, licking his lips and holding back a hysterical giggle at the situation he found himself in.
“Food,” Bjorn agreed, pushing away from Sebastian’s body and climbing off the bed to stand next to Viggo.
Sebastian watched them, still on his back with his breaths coming in short little puffs, feeling extremely inadequate in the face of their overwhelming masculinity.
It wasn’t just that Viggo and Bjorn were tall and muscular – though that was definitely a factor – it was in the way they carried themselves. Like they knew that the world would always conform to them and their wishes.
It was intimidating as fuck.
Sebastian took a deep breath and pushed the feeling down with ruthless determination. He’d managed to stand up for himself about the biting, and if he could just keep doing that – setting limits and enforcing boundaries – things might actually be okay.
Feeling determined, he climbed off the bed. His legs were unexpectedly unsteady, and he swayed before catching himself on the side of the mattress.
“You okay there?” Viggo asked, looking at him with a crooked little smile.
Sebastian blushed, pulling up his sagging sweats and righting himself.
“I’m fine,” he said, pulling the string on his sweatpants tighter and tying a new knot. He looked up, feeling like a little kid playing dress-up in his dad’s clothes, his blush deepening at the look Viggo was giving him.
“Are we going to eat?” he asked, needing Viggo to stop making him feel so off kilter.
“We are,” Viggo said, reaching over and pulling him close with a gentle grip on the back of his neck. “I set the table and everything.”
Sebastian licked his lips, leaning into Viggo’s grip on his neck and allowing himself to be propelled out of the room. Once they were in the hallway, Bjorn fell into step on his other side, but Viggo sent him off with a stern command to go put on a shirt.
Sebastian was tempted to protest, thinking it a shame to cover up Bjorn’s impressive physique if he was inclined to show it off, but he couldn’t muster the confidence.
He and Viggo hadn’t reached further than the stairs before Bjorn came running back, jogging down the stairs and falling into step next to Sebastian. The feral alpha had put on a Captain America-themed Under Armor compression shirt, the stretch fabric pulled so tight over his pecs and shoulders that it was almost see-through, and he lookedgood.
“Seriously?” Viggo rolled his eyes in exasperation, making Bjorn grin. He pushed the bottom of the shirt down into his leather pants, looking down at his chest like he was admiring the uniform pattern.
“Fine,” Viggo said, like it was a lost cause. “I guess it’s better than nothing.”
“I think it looks nice,” Sebastian said, turning his face and chancing a glance at Bjorn’s chest. The alpha caught him looking, his mouth stretching wide in a huge grin as he flexed his pecs and made them bounce. Sebastian looked away with a furious blush.
Viggo laughed, giving his neck a playful squeeze. They’d reached the entrance to the living room and Sebastian realized that Viggo hadn’t been joking when he said he’d set the table.
There were candles.
“I guess he’s not too bad,” Viggo said, giving him a little push into the room before letting go of his neck. “Now, you two go sit at the table while I get the food. All right? I’ll be right back.”
Viggo continued down the hall, leaving Sebastian alone with Bjorn. The alpha grinned down at him, walking up behind him and placing both hands on his shoulders. He marched him into the room, his big hands gripping his shoulders tight, coming to a stop next to the table. He pulled out a chair and guided Sebastian into his seat before letting go of his shoulders and taking up the seat across from him.
Bjorn slouched back in his seat and crossed his arms, pushing his feet forward to bracket the legs of Sebastian’s chair. All Sebastian had to do was move his feet a little bit further apart and they would be touching Bjorn’s ankles.
Bjorn watched him with unabashed interest, tracking his every move like he was watching an animal in the zoo. It was disconcerting, and Sebastian couldn’t meet his gaze for more than a few seconds at a time before he had to look away.
Sebastian looked toward the doorway, hoping that Viggo wouldn’t take too long with the food.
He was hungry.
9
VIGGO
