Something had to be wrong with him. Viggo hadboughthim, had picked him out like a toy from a catalog, and still Sebastian couldn’t stop thinking about touching and pleasing him.
He felt like such a slut.
Except that wasn’t fair, Sebastian reasoned, defending himself from his own recriminations. He was making the best of a situation he had no control over. There was little else he could do, other than to submit, so why shouldn’t he enjoy it if he could?
What was the alternative? Should he pretend he didn’t like it when Viggo loomed over him and licked his neck, or when Bjorn lay down on top of him so that he almost couldn’t breathe?
That kind of dishonesty wouldn’t do him any good.
Confused by his own reactions and worrying that he was giving in too easily, Sebastian didn’t notice that Viggo and Bjorn had fallen asleep until Viggo let out a snore and rolled over onto his back.
He was still close, his bicep less than an inch away from Sebastian’s face, but the position didn’t leave Sebastian feeling quite as trapped as he had before.
Hopefully, now that he was more comfortable, he’d be able to fall asleep.
* * *
One minute Sebastian was desperately trying to fall asleep, and the next he was abruptly woken by Viggo standing over him and shaking his shoulder.
Sebastian jerked, startled to find himself in an unfamiliar bed, only for everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours to come crashing back to him.
“What?” Sebastian mumbled, blinking his eyes open and looking up at his imposing alpha. Viggo was dressed in a perfectly cut navy suit that did an excellent job of showing off his wide shoulders and trim waist, a gray tie around his neck, looking wide awake and perfectly rested.
“I have to go to work.” Viggo squeezed his shoulder, looking apologetic. “Something came up at the office that I need to deal with.”
“You’re leaving?” Sebastian pushed himself up so that he was seated, looking down to his other side and frowning when he saw that the bed was empty.
How had he missed both Viggo and Bjorn getting up?
“I’ll be back before five,” Viggo said. He cupped the back of Sebastian’s neck and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I’ll have someone stop by your mom’s place to pick up your things. You should give her a call and tell her to pack what you’ll need until the weekend, and then you can get the rest yourself then.”
Sebastian’s mind struggled to make sense of what Viggo was saying. It was too early in the morning for instructions.
“You’ll be okay here on your own, right?”
Sebastian swallowed, looking around the room before nodding. Viggo grinned.
“Where’s Bjorn?” Sebastian rubbed his eyes and yawned, surprised that Bjorn had left him.
He’d been so clingy the night before.
“He got up early to go for a run,” Viggo said. “He’ll be back soon.”
“A run?”
That didn’t sound like a veryferalthing to do.
Viggo shrugged. “He circles the boundary of our territory a few times a day, keeping an eye out for trespassers or bears, or… something. I’m not sure what he’s so worried about. I don’t think he’ll stay out all day now that you’re back here waiting for him. I’ve told him to be good, but if he tries to bully you, just tell him to back off.”
Sebastian sucked his bottom lip behind his teeth and gave Viggo a skeptical look. Viggo thought that Bjorn mightbullyhim?
Seeing his expression, Viggo laughed. “He won’t hurt you, but if he starts squeezing you or trying to use you as a mattress, you’re allowed to tell him to fuck off. He’ll listen.”
“Okay.” Sebastian drew the word out, not sure he would ever have the courage to tell Bjorn – the werewolf who was literally twice his size – to fuck off.
“Good boy,” Viggo said, the words sending a shudder down Sebastian’s spine.
So that was a thing he was into, apparently.
