“I don’t need to know the specifics; I can smell the pain in your scent. Stop it. There’s nothing wrong with waiting, with taking your time to meet a person who makes you feel comfortable.”
“You didn’t wait,” I snarl at him.
Sebastian leans back and closes his eyes.
I get up on my knees, turning towards him. “What? Are you…? But what about all your girlfriends and boyfriends?”
“Nothing ever went past it. It's a small town,” Sebastian says defensively, echoing my earlier thoughts.
“What about Yolanda?” I almost shriek. “You dated her for a year!”
Sebastian scowls. “We were in high school, and it didn’t feel right. For either of us, we were friends.”
“Okay, well that changes things,” Katsu says and lies back in the sand.
“Changes what?” I ask turning towards him. “How does it change things?”
“Well, it means we’ll just go slower, be more careful. We’ll start at the basics and work up to floggers and ballgags.”
Sebastian and I stare at him. He holds his composure for a half a minute and then erupts into a beautiful laugh.
“Just joking.”
“We don’t have time for slow; she’s going to go into her heat in days,” Sebastian says crossly.
Katsu hums. “There are a couple of options. You two can take care of it before the heat, either I or Fox can take care of you, or you can wait until the heat and your pheromones will help calm you, and it can potentially feel better. Honestly, the heat will steal your nerves and heighten arousal. It would be the best time for both of you to lose your V-cards.”
I stare at him. There was a thought there, but it just drove right off the side of a cliff into white noise and flashes of skin and alpha moans.
“Is that too hard a question?”
I nod. Sex with any of them is too hard to talk about right now, right here, in front of him, after witnessing what they did earlier.
He smiles and pulls me down so I’m lying curled into his chest. It’s cold out here, but wrapped around Katsu, I find myself unbearably warm.
“Okay, we won’t ask hard questions. How about, do you like that room?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like us?”
That’s another easy one, but almost impossible to say.
“Yes,” I manage to get out in a strangled voice.
“Would you like me to help you through your heat and first time?”
“Yes,” I say meekly.
“And Fox?”
“Yes.”
His hand strokes over my back and shoulder. “Good girl.”
The words ignite something inside me that has me quivering. I’ve never felt like this before, but his praise, it just hits this spot, this place inside that needs to hear it.
“Noted,” he murmurs.
