Part of me would be mortified at saying that to Sebastian Sol, but a whole new side of me has taken over, and I don’t need to worry about him rejecting me. I know he wants me. I can feel it.
I grind on his jeans, soaking through my clothes and his. Sebastian pants, his jaw clenches, and his pupils have expanded to take over. He looks hungry. I arch my back, and his hands grip my waist, holding me still. I let out a soft, protesting whine, but then he’s pulling my top up over my head. Fox catches it and tosses the material away. Sebastian’s large hands cover my breasts.
It’s not the same as when I touch them. God. Why do his hands feel so different from mine? So rough and large. So good.
A ragged sob tears out of me.
“It’s too sensitive. Take it off,” I cry out.
My bra’s undone and removed from my body, and it too disappears.
“Look how perfect you are,” Sebastian says in the roughest and most uncontrolled voice I’ve ever heard.
I lean forward, unable to resist him, and press my lips to his. He tastes of chocolate and years of yearning. My fingers stroke over the soft material of his jumper, pulling until I can work my finger under the material so I’m touching his super-heated skin.
“Alpha,” I struggle to speak, to get my words out. Everything is so hot. “Sebastian, I need you inside me.”
“I need to make this good for you.”
I grab his ear and pull, not enough to hurt, but enough so he sits up, his arms wrapping around me.
“This is good for me, but I need more. Now. Lots more. A…” my mind hesitates, stutters, and the word blooms like the answer to prayers I didn’t know I had, “knot. Your knot. Inside me.”
“Oh, shit,” Sebastian whispers with a husky warble. He stands up, one hand gripping my ass, holding me tight to him.
“Is it too hard?” I whisper against his lips and giggle.
“Oh, you are a comedian, aren’t you?” Sebastian growls and kisses me again, his teeth catching my bottom lip and nipping lightly. “Very funny, Cordie.”
I bite his jaw, dragging my tongue over the stubble that’s grown there. “Mmm, you taste like winter nights and all the nights I spent touching myself staring at your window.”
Sebastian growls and sways; his eyes are almost entirely black. “You touched yourself and thought of me?”
“Oh, we have a whole sordid history. We’ve fucked everywhere.”
Sebastian moans.
I know the other two are around, but my focus is entirely on this alpha, on how he feels between my legs, the hardness of his grip, his breath and moans, the way his eyes stare at me, like this is a dream that he’s going to fight to the death to keep.
“You are still wearing too many clothes,” I point out breathlessly.
“Fuck,” he hisses and kisses me hard. “I have to put you down to get naked.”
“Mmm, that is how clothes come off.”
Sebastian huffs and bites my lower lip in a punishing grip.
Abruptly, I’m set down, and he steps away. I let out a protest and follow him. Katsu grabs my arms, holding me back, while Fox peels my jeans from my body. As soon as they’re gone, he pulls my underwear off and then brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
I swivel my head around to watch him. Um, that is incredibly hot and a bit confronting, but it sends the heat in me even higher, like the fire has exploded to consume all of me and is only being contained by the skin.
My eyes track down and find the hard length of him pressing against his pants.
My mouth waters.
“Omega, I need you to listen,” Katsu demands.
It’s impossible to ignore him. I focus on him, watching the way his lips move.
