It was a miracle Sebastian hadn’t peed himself.
“You’re up early,” Sebastian said, the weight of Viggo’s hand on his shoulder crushing in its intensity. “Everything okay?”
He still didn’t look up at the werewolf.
“Everything is fine,” Viggo said, giving Sebastian’s shoulder one last squeeze before removing his hand. “I talked to Bjorn last night. He cleared everything up.”
That finally made Sebastian glance up. “He did?”
Viggo nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
The words were blunt, an order, and Sebastian bristled.
“So you figured out what the bumps were?” he couldn’t help himself from asking.
“I did.” Viggo uncrossed his arms and rubbed the back of his neck. The move showed off his massive bicep and wide chest, putting his armpit on indecent display. “They weren’t shotgun pellets, but some kind of rock. He must have fallen and scraped himself up and the rocks got stuck when he healed. I dug them all out before we went to bed last night.”
Sebastian licked his lips, almost certain that Viggo was lying to him. He was also certain that he would rather take the mythical creature dildo down his throat than share that suspicion with Viggo.
Sebastian would show Viggo that he could toe the party line with the best of them.
“So he’s okay?”
Viggo lowered his arm and got a weird look on his face. “I think so. He’s still sleeping.”
“That’s good.”
“It is,” Viggo said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself. “It is good.”
Something was obviously up, but Sebastian wasn’t going to press his luck by asking questions. He quickly changed the topic.
“Were you going to get breakfast?” he asked, moving over to where he’d abandoned his coffee cup, lifting the hot coffee to his lips and taking a sip. Viggo watched him, his gaze fixed on Sebastian’s lips and making him feel self-conscious.
He put the cup down.
“No, actually,” Viggo said, moving back into Sebastian’s personal space. He leaned his hip against the counter, once again crossing his arms over his chest. His pecs bulged. “I heard you moving around down here and came down. I wanted to talk to you.”
“You did?” Sebastian’s voice came out at a higher pitch than he’d intended, his stomach a tangle of nerves. Viggo was intimidating in the worst way, but he was alsohot, and it was fucking with Sebastian’s head. He didn’t know whether to be scared or aroused, and the combination he ended up with was weird and uncomfortable.
Fear-boners were not something Sebastian was into.
“I wanted to apologize for yesterday,” Viggo said, ignorant of Sebastian’s internal panic, his expression sincere and painfully serious. “Bjorn is a sore topic and I got way too defensive. I know that I scared you, and I’m really sorry about that. I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to be afraid of me.” Viggo took a deep breath. “As a peace offering, I wanted to give you the option of going home to visit your mom. You can stay until Sunday, if you like.”
Sebastian blinked, surprised by this turn of events.
“I’d…” Sebastian cleared his throat, his eyes catching on Viggo’s nipples. He tore his gaze away, lifting it to the alpha’s chiseled face. “I’d like that.”
Viggo grinned.
“You can take Bjorn’s car. It’s the black Jeep in the garage, and the keys are on the wall next to the door. You can leave whenever you want.”
Sebastian nodded. He was afraid that if he said anything more, Viggo would change his mind.
“Just be back by midnight on Sunday, okay?” Viggo’s grin dimmed, his face suddenly stern. He pinched the fabric of Sebastian’s collar between his thumb and index finger, tracing along the edge. Sebastian could feel the heat of his hand and the tug of his shirt like a caress, and despite very much not wanting to, he found himself with the beginnings of an erection.
“I will,” he promised.
Viggo’s hand stilled, and Sebastian felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin from the way Viggo was looking at him.
