Page 51 of Want It All
But just like with Byron, if I scented Sebastian, this was over. The delicious anticipation would be replaced by biology. And if I didn’t like his scent, I’d lose someone who made my stomach flutter. Someone who made me dream.
It would be difficult to be friends with Sebastian Worthy, knowing how he made my stomach tighten. I’d always remember what might have been, and it would colour whatwas.
I wasn’t sure how I’d handle that.
‘I wish it didn’t matter,’ I whispered.
He smiled. ‘Does it have to?’
‘What do you mean?’
His eyes were intent as his fingers found my chin, gently tilting my face up. I could have drowned in his gaze, in that limitless sapphire lapping at the sharp edges of my soul, soothing andcaressing. Those eyes darkened as they searched my face, his pupils dilating in a way that made my instincts squirm.
Our pretty beta, they crooned.
Not ours, I reminded them, but it was hard to hold onto that as Sebastian’s thumb traced my bottom lip.
‘I think,’ he said, a moment – alifetime– later, ‘that some things must be stronger than scent, stronger than biology. If you scent me, and I smell like a public pool bathroom, then I’ll take blockers and use cancellers every fucking day, if it means I’ll get to stay close to you.’
The air left my lungs. ‘Fuck, Sebastian.’ I rose up on my toes, as if I couldn’t help myself, and I brushed my lips over his.
His hand cupped my face before moving back to bunch in my hair, knocking my hat to the ground. I wanted to crawl inside him, to feel him wrap around every jagged part of me, tending my hurts until all the rough edges were gone, smoothed beneath the force of his golden light. He nipped playfully at my bottom lip, then soothed the hurt with the tip of his tongue. An arrow of arousal shot through me. I was wearing slick-proof underwear again, for all the good it had done me last time; the memory of the dance made me pause, just for a moment.
‘This is a bad idea,’ I managed.
‘Is it?’ he murmured, and kissed me deeper, his free hand splaying across my back.
‘No.’ I took handfuls of his shirt and pulled him closer as his mouth moved on mine. ‘It’s not. It’s the best idea I’ve ever had.’
He made a satisfied sound and pushed my back against a river red gum. His hands found my ass and I hooked my knees around his hips, letting him hold me up, pressing myself against the hardness I could feel between his legs.
He made a growling sound. ‘You’re dangerous, Rosebud.’ He ground himself against me; pleasure sparked through my core.
‘You don’t seem scared,’ I gasped.
He laughed. ‘I’m terrified, mostly of fucking things up. But I’m not scared ofyou. Or ofthis.’ He dragged his nose down my throat, leaving a trail of soft pleasure in his wake. ‘I’d like to hear you scream, though.’
I groaned, because it was all too easy to imagine him working me into a state where I’d do just that. He brought one hand up to cup my breast, kneading and caressing me through the fabric of my shirt until my nipple was hard between his fingers. It felt so fuckinggoodto be under his hands; I tipped my head back, baring my neck to him, and a moment later his teeth were raking across my scent gland.
I whimpered at the resulting spike of heat, squirming to get closer.
I wanted to feel his teeth. Wanted his canines to push down, to pierce, for my blood to well and spread across his tongue.
No, Rose, I told myself.
He dipped his head, running his nose over the skin just scored by his teeth. Omegas were extra sensitive there; he might as well have been toying with my clit. I squirmed again, pressing against him, trying to get friction where I needed it, and giving zero fucks that anyone inside the manor could look out at the trees and see me rubbing myself against my beta friend.
His fingers walked to my shirt buttons, and he made short work of the first three. His lips found the newly exposed skin; he pulled my blouse to the side so he could kiss the swell of my breasts, first one, then the other.
‘I’ve been wondering a lot of things lately,’ he murmured, his breath fanning over my chest. ‘What your skin tastes like.’ He licked a line across my breast, following the lace of my bra cup. ‘What colour your nipples are.’ I shuddered in pleasure as his mouth closed over one hard peak, sucking until wet heat spread over the lace. ‘How sensitive they’ll be.’ My core clenched as one hand slid down my side, skirting the curve of my waist andhip before his fingers spread over my thigh. ‘Exactly what you’ll sound like as you come for me.’
I cried out at that – that, and because his fingertips had trailed over the skin of my inner thigh, then travelled out and around to find the swell of my ass. I was wearing a loose skirt, which posed no barrier to Sebastian; he shifted his stance, and a moment later, I gasped as his fingers began toying with my underwear.
‘Can I touch you?’
‘Please,’ I panted.
‘And can I touch inside you?’
