Having a similar experience to compare the situation to did much to calm Sebastian’s worry. Bjorn was hard, but he wasn’t going to act on it. Sebastian was in no danger of having to deal with the sexual advances of a feral werewolf.
The non-sexual advances, however, those he very much had to deal with.
Minutes passed, and the longer Bjorn just spent sniffing him, the more relaxed Sebastian felt. Bjorn was overbearing and effortlessly domineering, but there was nothing threatening about his behavior.
Sebastian was almost enjoying himself.
“Are you having fun?” Sebastian asked after a solid ten minutes had passed.
“Yes.”
Sebastian could hear the smile in Bjorn’s rumbling voice.
“Good.” Sebastian patted Bjorn’s arm. “And how long are we going to sit here?”
He kept his tone light, keeping in mind that Bjorn was feral and had enough strength in his pinky to tear him in half. He didn’t think hewould, but he kept it in mind.
Bjorn sighed, his hold relaxing as he said, “Finished now.”
He sounded forlorn, like being finished was the last thing he wanted, but he still pushed Sebastian to his feet and rose up behind him. He placed his hands on Sebastian’s shoulders, squeezing down gently, and marched him away from the couch.
“Need food?” he asked, letting go of Sebastian’s shoulders and taking a few steps back. Sebastian turned to him and shook his head.
“No, I made myself breakfast.”
Bjorn nodded, approving. “Good. Put on shoes.”
Sebastian blinked, looking down at his feet and wondering why Bjorn wanted him to wear shoes. Were they going somewhere?
“Shoes?” he asked.
Bjorn nodded, crossing his arms like he was waiting for Sebastian to hop to it. Sebastian stared at his biceps where they strained against the sleeves of his polo shirt, transfixed by the corded muscle.
When Sebastian didn’t move fast enough, Bjorn huffed and herded him out of the living room, uncrossing his arms and nudging Sebastian to walk into the hallway toward the front door.
Stumbling and blushing, Sebastian went where directed.
Finding his shoes where he’d left them the day before, Sebastian bent down and laced them up before rising up to wait for further instructions.
Bjorn grinned, reaching past him and opening the front door. He gave Sebastian a little push to step outside.
“Are we going for a walk?” Sebastian asked, looking at the dense woods that surrounded the driveway and the narrow road leading up to the house. It was a sunny day, not a hint of a breeze rustling the leaves in the trees, and Sebastian could see how Bjorn had gotten so sweaty.
It washot.
Bjorn reached up and ruffled his hair, nearly making his knees buckle from the force of it before stepping out the door. He seemed excited, his whole body quivering with pent-up energy, like he was just waiting to take off like an arrow. He turned to Sebastian with a manic grin.
“Show you our territory,” Bjorn said, proud and eager. He jogged halfway down the driveway, his gait easy and smooth, coming to a stop in front of a narrow path leading into the woods. He turned back toward Sebastian, blue eyes bright and intent, and gestured with his chin for him to follow.
Curious, but also a little wary about following a feral werewolf into the woods, Sebastian walked down the driveway. He stopped a few feet away from Bjorn, looking down the path cutting through the dense underbrush.
“Is it a long walk?” he asked, looking up and watching Bjorn’s face. The inside of his thighs were still tender from Viggo’s mauling the day before and he didn’t know if he was up for a long hike.
Bjorn shook his head, reaching over and grabbing Sebastian by the back of his neck. His grip was firm, the size of his hand making Sebastian shudder, and without any further ado, he pushed Sebastian in front of him and forced him to start walking.
“Not very long,” he said, moving past Sebastian and taking the lead. After looking over his shoulder to make sure that Sebastian was following, he sped up and set a pace that Sebastian knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up with.
It didn’t take long before Sebastian was struggling to keep up. Bjorn was obviously going much slower than his usual tempo, impatiently checking over his shoulder every few minutes like he wanted Sebastian to speed up, his long legs making it look effortless.
