“I don’t want you out of my life completely,” Sebastian interrupted, clamping his mouth shut in mortified embarrassment when Viggo smirked.
“That’s quite the relief,” Viggo said, rebuttoning his suit jacket and bringing his hands behind his back. The pose reminded Sebastian of a soldier at rest, and he wondered if Viggo had been in the army. “How about we start over and Bjorn and I take you on a date. You can stay here, with your mother, and then we can spend the summer getting to know each other. Then, if you want to move in with us some time down the line, it will be your choice.”
Blinking up at the werewolf offering to let him have his cake and eat it, too, Sebastian swallowed.
“That sounds nice,” he said, his voice cracking on the last word. “I’d like that,” he added, firmer this time.
“Wonderful.” Viggo licked his lips. “Is tomorrow too soon?”
Sebastian shook his head.
“Then it’s settled.” Viggo held out his hand, like he wanted them to shake on it. “Bjorn and I will pick you up tomorrow at six.”
Hesitating, Sebastian reached out and let his hand be enveloped by Viggo’s mammoth grip. Strong fingers wrapped around his own, squeezing firmly but not hard enough that Sebastian would mistake it for a show of dominance. He shuddered in delight, remembering what that grip had felt like on his cock.
Viggo smirked, like he could smell the sharp pang of Sebastian’s arousal.
“Tomorrow,” Sebastian echoed.
Viggo held on to his hand just a beat too long, after which he stepped back. “I’ll see myself out, Sebastian. Have a good night.”
Sebastian sat there and watched him go, listening as he went into the hall and put on his shoes. He jumped up and rushed after him.
“Wait,” he said, Viggo’s brow furrowing as he rose up from tying his shoelaces. “I still have Bjorn’s car.”
Viggo huffed out a laugh. “You can keep it. Consider it a welcome to the pack gift.”
Sebastian swallowed. Bjorn’s Jeep was nicer than any car he’d ever driven, and Viggo was just handing it to him?
“It’s too much,” he said, shaking his head.
“It’s a used car,” Viggo countered. He walked over and ruffled Sebastian’s hair. “Even if you don’t want anything to do with me and Bjorn, you’re still a member of my pack. That means you get certain benefits, and a car is the least of them. You’ll also get an allowance and assistance in case you want to buy your own house or apartment.”
“I don’t need any of that,” Sebastian said, feeling like he was being bought.
“It’s there whether you need it or not.” Viggo placed his hand on Sebastian’s upper arm, squeezing his bicep. “As your alpha, I have a legal obligation to look out for your financial situation. I’m not trying to be your sugar daddy, I promise.”
Sebastian blushed, Viggo and the worddaddyin the same sentence striking a very specific chord.
“Won’t Bjorn need his car?”
Viggo gave him a look, no doubt trying to figure out why he was blushing, before shaking his head.
“No. He’s been wanting a truck for a while now, and this gives him the perfect excuse to go out and buy one, and in the meanwhile he can use the SUV. Don’t worry about him.”
Before Sebastian could object, the doorbell rang and startled him so bad he nearly jumped out of his skin. Viggo looked at the door like he’d heard whoever was coming all along.
“Your pizza’s here,” Viggo said. Sniffing the air, he grinned. “Pepperoni?”
Sebastian nodded. He still didn’t feel comfortable taking the Jeep.
“Well. I’ll leave you to enjoy it.” Viggo opened the door, revealing a bored teenager holding a pizza box.
“Large pepperoni?” the teenager said, looking between them. His eyes widened as he took in Viggo’s towering form.
“It’s for him,” Viggo said, nodding down at Sebastian and stepping out the door. He squeezed past the teenager and descended the stairs, looking over his shoulder with a grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sebastian.”
“You paid by card, right?” The delivery boy’s words were a clear prompt for Sebastian to stop staring at Viggo, take the pizza and give him a tip.
