Sebastian’s face turned inexplicably redder, and Viggo wondered if he’d actually hit the nail on the head.
Noticing Sebastian’s reaction, Bjorn’s mouth curved up in a slow grin.
“Yeah?” He planted his elbows on the table, leaning forward and looking Sebastian right in the eye. “Is that true, Sebastian? Do you like my boots?”
Sebastian ripped his gaze away, swallowing noisily and shaking his head.
“It’s all right,” Bjorn said, trapping one of Sebastian’s ankles between his feet. He leaned back in his chair, all broad shoulders and biceps straining against his sleeves. “Once we’re somewhere more private, I’ll let you kneel down and give them a good lick.”
Sitting back, Viggo watched the exchange with avid interest. Bjorn’s teasing was nothing new – he frequently riled Viggo up when he wanted to be taken down hard and fast – but this was different. This time, Bjorn’s goal was todominate.
It was shockingly hot to watch.
“Why would you say that?” Sebastian looked at Viggo, wide-eyed and licking his lips. “I never said I…”
He couldn’t even finish the sentence. Viggo was pretty sure he was flustered and embarrassed in a good way, but he wanted to make sure. He reached over and gripped his neck, squeezing gently.
“Teasing you like this, is that something you’re okay with?”
Sebastian stared at him incomprehensibly for a second before blushing and bending his neck in a nod. Viggo was relieved, even though the answer was what he’d expected.
“Remember what I told you to tell Bjorn when he was feral if he got to be too much?”
“To back off?” Sebastian glanced at Bjorn, like he was worried the words would offend him. Viggo didn’t have to look over to know that Bjorn was shooting him a reassuring grin.
“That’s right.” Viggo released Sebastian’s neck, squeezing his shoulder before removing his hand entirely. “That goes for both of us, any time. If you’re not enjoying yourself, tell us to back off. All right?”
“Iamenjoying myself,” Sebastian said, glancing at both of them and gauging their reactions.
“That’s what we want.” Viggo held his gaze. “That’s all we want – for you and us to have fun and feel good. If that’s not happening, tell us. The worst thing you could do is let us carry on when you’re not enjoying it. That would make both of us feel like shit.”
Bjorn nodded, adding. “It’s okay to say no.”
Sebastian considered them, staring at them one at a time, but then his lips curved up in a small smile and he looked pleased.
“All right, I’ll tell you to back off if I’m not having fun.”
“Good boy,” Viggo said, emptying his beer and picking up the one he’d originally bought for Sebastian. He looked at Bjorn. “Why don’t you head over to the bar and get yourself a drink. Sebastian, do you want anything?”
“Just a Coke, please.”
Bjorn rose to his feet with a grin and a nod. “I’ll be back in a second.”
Viggo and Sebastian watched him go, though they weren’t the only ones. At six-foot-nine and looking like a Tom of Finland character come to life, pretty much the whole bar was sneaking glances at him – including the suspicious man at the bar, Viggo noticed with a frown.
He couldn’t put his finger on what it was about him that bothered him so much.
“Was he serious?” Sebastian asked, pitching his voice low and leaning close. He glanced over at Bjorn’s broad shoulders and then back to Viggo. His expression was expectant and a little nervous.
“About what?” Viggo drank from his beer. It was his third in a very short period, though with his werewolf metabolism, he wasn’t feeling even close to buzzed.
“Licking his boots.” Sebastian’s voice was a hissed whisper. Viggo reached down and discreetly adjusted his bulge, looking over Bjorn and wondering what he should answer. He decided to go with the truth.
“I have no idea.” At Sebastian’s incredulous expression, he clarified, “He’s never shown any interest in boot worship with me, if that’s what you’re asking. Why? Do you want him to be serious?”
Sebastian shrugged. “I don’t know. If they were clean, maybe?”
Viggo wouldn’t mind seeing Sebastian on his knees, debasing himself by touching his tongue to the leather of Bjorn’s big stompers.
