Page 44 of Changeling
“I’m sorry.” Sebastian hugs me around the waist, much like how my tail embraces him.
I lean in to inhale his sweet scent from his messy hair, grateful he’s here and unharmed, at my side. “You’ve nothing to be sorry for. None of this was your doing.”
“I made you take me fishing.”
“I’d like to see you make me do anything, Sebastian. I took you because I wanted to.” I force my tail to loosen its hold so I can stand and help him up with me. Keeping him at arm’s length, I scan him from head to toe.
He looks unharmed but sleepy. The lingering sadness about him has deepened. He’s been through so much. I only know the surface story—a fire, magic, loss, and an angry mob of villagers. Would he want to talk about it? I don’t know how to ask without risking making things worse.
I settle for simple. “You’re really all right?”
“Fine,” he assures me.
“Come.” I open my arm, and he tucks himself back along my side as if the spot was always his to claim. At least it feels that way to me.
We make our way from the parlor to his room. Behind closed doors, we can finally speak freely, though I don’t know what to say.
“Were you scared for me?” Sebastian whispers.
“I was.” Why does this feel like a confession? “Were you?”
He stands in front of me, peering up underneath sleepy lids. “Terrified. But not for long. When I realized I was safe, I only felt bad for you.” He lays his hands on my chest, warm and tingling with his magic.
I like the way he’s looking at me. My gaze shifts to his mouth, pink, slightly open, and terribly un-kissed. I’m not a man to break a vow lightly, even one made only to myself.
Taking Sebastian by the waist, I lean in slowly so he has time to make his own decision. To my delight, he makes it eagerly, standing on his toes and pressing his lips to mine. He slides his hands behind my neck as he takes what he wants.
His mouth is soft as rose petals but demanding as a she-wolf in heat. I open for his questing tongue and suck. My eyes flutter closed as I relish the taste of sweet wine and apricots. I can’t get enough of him.
Before I adjust to his sumptuous barrage, he’s scaling me like a tree, and I have an armful of writhing faerie against my chest. He winds his legs around my hips and squeezes.
“I want you.” His words land in my mouth, each one a treat to be savored. I want him too. So much. I thought…
Never mind what I thought. We have each other now, for one day only, and I plan to make the best of it.
I wrest control from him, taking over the kiss, devouring his mouth, coaxing whimpers from his throat. He surrenders beautifully, pliant and willing against my primal onslaught.
Hefting him tight around my hips, my hands beneath his clenching thighs, I press his back against the door to pin him in place. With newfound leverage, I grind us together, my hard cock urging his to stiffen with mine.
Sebastian lets out a husky moan superior to a maestro’s opus to my grateful ears. I match it, give him what he’s giving me: the assurance that I want him desperately.
The damp air of our mixed breath is pleasantly warm. His ankles cross and tug me in though there’s no space left between us. Still, I relish the feel of him trapping me, even as I’ve caged him in.
He’d do anything I asked of him right now; I can sense it like an animal feels an oncoming storm or a wolf knows when the rabbit’s been cornered.
But rather than take what I want, I’m going to give Sebastian what he needs.
Trusting him to maintain his grip on my hips, I release his legs to cup his face and draw back far enough to catch his molten gaze.
“You’re gorgeous like this.” I trace my thumbs over his flushed cheekbones then down to his kiss-swollen lips. “Breathtaking.”
He licks at my fingers, offering his mouth, so natural in his submission. I let him suck my fingers while studying his face, seeking to uncover his deepest desires. He’d like to be taken, this I know for certain, but he’s far too desperate for the time it would take to properly prepare him.
And to be honest, so am I.
“Dominus.” My name comes muffled from around my thumb in his pretty mouth.
I paint his lips with his saliva until they shine. “Sebastian.”
