Page 15 of Believe In Us

I shake the memory of his expression out of my mind as I rush down the cobblestone path toward the Silver’s beach house. I know Sebastian has been staying here the past few weeks. He’d been staying with Ace at his family’s beach house since the start of senior year, but since the first time we slept together at the cabin, and every time since then, we’ve come here for privacy. The ocean breeze welcomes me, sending a shivering coldness through me as its waves gently crash along the shore. The crescent in the sky does little to illuminate my path and surroundings, but I know my way around even in the bitter darkness of the night.

I slowly walk up the steps of the nautical yet eclectic beach cottage, holding onto one of the sandstone pillars of the porch to steady myself with one hand, a bottle of my favorite Bombay Sapphire Gin, my new drink of choice, in my other. Make that a half empty bottle of Bombay Sapphire Gin. A quarter of it went down my throat, the other fourth may or may not be serving as my current perfume.

What can I say I’m sloppy when I drink.

I glare toward the entrance finding a large, ornate glass door with a white trim and blue hinges and handles. The house is darkbut I can make out a shadow moving inside, illuminated by the bright light of the kitchen as it moves around the large space.

“Why the fuck am I here?” I murmur to myself in a muffled whisper as I turn around and head down the steps cursing my stupid decision to come here. But in my slightly intoxicated state, I falter slightly setting off the motion sensored light I was earlier able to evade. Fuck. I tip toe further down the steps hoping the shadow moving inside didn’t notice me lurking around but stop when I hear the front door creak open behind me.

“Jade?” he asks, his deep, husky rasp sending an icy chill through me that somehow sets my body ablaze. Sebastian’s voice is the epitome of seduction. Every letter elongated and made to sound breathless as he enunciates each syllable. It’s a fucking wet dream to hear him utter the simplest of phrases, not to mention how fucking bewitching it is to hear him mutter my name. “Jade is that you?” he asks again and my body involuntarily turns to face the sorcerer that calls upon it.

His eyes go dark as he watches me approach him, the smoky gray I’ve come to fantasize about now a deep onyx I’ve grown to need. Because the darkening of his eyes is the telltale sign of the possessive and dominating beast that emerges when I am near. My feral monster has come out to play, and once again the small submissive wolf deep inside me, one I never knew was there before he unleashed her, is hypnotized by her alpha.

I smirk wide at the thought and I know he senses what I’ve come for as grin equally as wicked appears on his perfect smug face. Because despite what I believe, he knows me so well.

His hair is the darkest shade of black and tousled in wet waves around his face. He’s dressed in nothing but a pair of dark gray sweats hung low on his hips showcasing the tantalizing muscles of his chest and abdomen, sparsely splattered with small splotches of ink, down to the indentation of his pelvic bone forming a perfect deep V shape disappearing behind the softest fabric.

I reach the top of the steps, just a mere two feet from where hestands just outside his door, the porch light above us now illuminating him and reflecting off his gray eyes making them appear almost transparent. Compared to him I must look like a mess dressed in my short teal and black patterned pajama bottoms and matching tank, my eyes red rimmed and glossy thanks to the gin and endless tears that have spewed out of them tonight.

Not to mention the pathetic gray fluffy slippers on my feet. I wiggle my toes and curse myself for not thinking this through before showing up here like this.Fuck my impulsivity.I didn’t even bother grabbing a sweater before running out of the quarter, but the liquor and lust filled look in his eyes sending a blazing heat through me overpowers the brisk cool air of this cold January night.

“What are you doing here Jade?” he asks, the tone in his voice sounding much colder as his smile all but dissipates. Fuck, he must have remembered how I’ve practically blown him off since that night we were here after Ace’s birthday party. A whole fucking week practically.

“I need somewhere to crash,” I blurt out without thinking, the voices in my head cursing me for being so impulsive. “I got in a fight with Scar and I fathom being anywhere near her right now.”

He nods in acceptance, after all he was the one who called me and told me what happened at the cabin and how Scarlett broke things off with Ace earlier today before I saw her.

“Why’d you come here?” he asks, and I’m honestly shocked I’m getting such resistance from him. If anything I guess I expected him to greet me with arms wide open, dick out, and drag me to his bed to have his way with me. Angry sex is our thing. I guess I need to piss him off.

I bring the bottle of gin to my lips taking a full swig before speaking, “Figured you were cheaper than a room in the sleaziest motel in the next town over not to mention a sure thing, but if you’re not game then I’ll make my way over. Maybe stop by Liam’s for a visit. I’m sure he’d spare me a corner on his bed if I askednicely,” I wink at him as his eyes darken with fury and I know I’ve got him right where I want him. The only thing Sebastian hates more than a dig at his ego, is Liam’s name coming out of my mouth.

“The fuck you are. You won't be going anywhere near Liam Fuckhead Walker, especially not looking half naked and so goddamn fuckable.” His eyes trail over my body, starting with my fluffy slippers and moving up my long, toned legs, to the skin peeking out under my midriff baring top, and up to meet the dark green of my red rimmed eyes. The desire I see within his slate irises turns to worry as he notices how fucking torn up I must look.

“Then don’t just stand there and stare, pretty boy, pick me up and drag me to your bedroom. Have your way with me on the fucking kitchen floor Sebastian,” I inch closer to him, my hand splayed out over his bare chest, his heartbeat quickening under the soft skin of my cold, sweaty palm that trembles as I speak. “I need you to take me and make me forget how fucking pissed off I am.”

His eyes widen at the directness of my words and just when I think he’s going to reject me and send my semi-drunk ass away, he reaches a hand behind my neck, gripping me tightly and pulling me forward to meet his lips. Closing the distance between us, his lips are fucking greedy as they assault my mouth with a force I’ve never felt before. His teeth are clattering against mine, his tongue and piercing dancing around inside hitting every surface of my mouth. He tastes of citrus and spice, a slight hint of juniper mixed with earthy notes of pine. Like Christmas morning wrapped in one delicious, feral beast package. Clearly Tanqueray was his top shelf choice tonight.

He releases me for a moment just to shift me up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as I inhale deeply, out of breath from his delicious assault on me. “Once we step through that door, you’re never getting out of here Little Wolf,” he says, calling me by the nickname he’s determined to use every chance he gets. “Because you're mine Jade Wolfe, and I don’t ever let go of what’s mine.”

I chuckle at the false promises of his words, even though a small part of me—like way, way deep down inside the darkest corner of my soul sitting and collecting cobwebs and dust—wishes every fucking word were true.

“I’m yours until I’m not Sebastian Silver, because I can never truly be, but that’s a can of worms I’m not so keen on opening tonight.” He takes that as an acceptance to his demand as he drags me inside just like I wanted.

My back slams against the front door as he shuts it harshly behind us pushing me into it with such force I'm afraid shards of glass are going to be deeply embedded into my skin when I pull away. The cold glass feels like ice against my bare neck and shoulders and the roughness of his palms gripping my ass make my pussy clench against him. Wearing nothing but a thong underneath the thin material of my shorts, my core rubbing against his bare abdomen, I’m about ready to come here and now.

Sebastian hauls me down the foyer, up the rounding staircase and down the hall in a matter of seconds, his mouth never once letting go of its hold on my lips. I have no idea how he managed to avoid crashing into everything in our path but figure it’s best not to ponder on the absurdities of anything other than him and his massive dick inside of me. As we reach the door of his bedroom, I realize I’ve kept my hands wrapped around his neck, the bottle of Bombay still tightly held in my hand. He kicks the door open startling me, the loud bang of it crashing down sends a shiver of fear down my spine awakening my senses.

“Going all caveman are we,” I mock, pulling my lips away from him and pushing against his chest as I jump out of his arms and back away.

Licking his lips he follows my movement, each sensual step he takes exciting me and I can’t help but smirk, getting so fuckingturned on by his mere gaze on me. “You don’t know the half of it Wolf,” he growls.

My subconscious is doing cartwheels in my mind, mentally high fiving herself for what she knows is coming next. “Then show me Cupcake,” I joke, gaining me a curious glare and eyebrow raise. I figure I need a nickname for him since he’s so keen on using mine, and dare I say cupcakes are one of my favorite things. Well besides donuts but that doesn’t have the same ring to it.

“Cupcake?” he asks, baffled by the odd nickname I’ve come up with for him.

“Why not,” I say, shrugging my shoulders and twirling a loose strand of hair coyly around my finger. “You’re sweet, smell fucking delicious, and look so fucking lickable.” I run my tongue along my top lip as the words leave my mouth. “Not to mention they’re a favorite guilty pleasure of mine,” I add with a flirtatious wink.

His grin widens at my statement and action, sending a wave of desire to my most desperate parts. Okay I need him now. “First of all,” he growls, advancing toward me. “There is nothing sweet about me.” He continues to move forward, as I walk backward till the back of my knees hit the edge of his bed leaving me nowhere else to run. It’s exhilarating. The feeling of having nowhere to run. The anticipation of the carnal and erotic pounce he’s about to do. But he shocks me when he stops right before me. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead as his stone-gray eyes watch me fervently. “Second of all, I’ve got your cupcake right here,” he mutters hazily, my eyes descending to where his hand is grabbing his dick through the tight material of his sweats. “Come on over and lick the frosting Little Wolf, just like I know you like to.”

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