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The soft, wet sounds of his mouth fill the room, punctuated by my increasingly ragged breathing.
My thighs tremble as he increases his pace, tongue tracing patterns that make coherent thought impossible, and pressure builds at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each pass of his mouth.
“Sebastian,” I warn, tugging harder at his hair. “I’m going to?—”
He pulls off far enough to meet my eyes, lips wet and reddened. “Don’t come. Wait.”
The Alpha Command washes over me, seizing control, and I whimper as a fresh wave of heat rushes through me. We’ve never done Command play before, but I’m down for it, and when he checks-in to make sure I’m okay with this, I nod eagerly.
His mouth enfolds me again with renewed focus,bringing me to the edge before easing back, establishing a rhythm designed to build my need without allowing release.
The console chirps with a status alert, not the trap, and Sebastian doesn’t stop. My spine arches tight as a bowstring, caught between the pulse on the screen and the one in his throat.
Time loses meaning under Sebastian’s attention. The hunt for Travis fades from my awareness, replaced by the singular focus of Sebastian’s mouth and hands. Nothing exists outside this room, this chair, and this moment between us.
When he pulls away, Sebastian’s pupils have swallowed the hazel of his irises, leaving only a thin ring of color. His lips are swollen, his flushed cheeks making the scars on the left side stand out even more. He looks wrecked and beautiful, and I want him with an intensity that steals my breath.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, my voice unrecognizable through my panting.
Sebastian rises, unfolding to his full height before me. His hand cups my face, thumb brushing across my lower lip in a gesture so tender it aches. “Because,” he rumbles, the vibration traveling through my bones, “I want more than just this.”
Understanding floods through me. I’ve beendrowning in other people’s choices for weeks. This, finally, is ours.
I lift my arms, heat meeting heat, the air between us thick with static.
The chair creaks, the console hums, and I stop caring which sound belongs to the hunt and which to us.
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Sebastian catches my biceps and guides me to my feet, spinning us to switch our positions. His hands shift to my waist as he settles into the leather chair I vacated, the material groaning under his weight.
“Let me feel you,” Sebastian murmurs, peeling off my sweatshirt to expose my chest to the cool air.
His mouth finds my collarbone, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as his hands work my jeans and boxers the rest of the way off. My aching dick hugs tight to my stomach, pre-cum leaking from my tip.
Under my rapt gaze, Sebastian pops the button on his slacks and drags down the zipper. His hard cock springs free, straining the navy blue of his boxer briefs. My heart pounds as he pulls me forward,helping me straddle his lap, my shins fitting snugly on either side of his hips thanks to the chair’s generous width.
“Lift,” Sebastian instructs, rough with need. I rise on my knees as he shoves his boxers down far enough to free himself.
The sight of him, thick and ready, sends a pulse of desire through me so strong my thighs tremble.
He reaches into his pocket, producing a small packet that he tears open with his teeth. The foil crinkles as he rolls protection over himself.
A whine escapes me. “I want you to fill me.”
He leans forward to scrape his teeth over my nipple. “Much as I would love to be dripping from your sloppy hole, we’ll save that for the privacy of our bedroom tonight.”
Sebastian’s hands return to my hips, guiding me as I sink onto him. After days of being in Sebastian’s bed, there’s no discomfort as he breaches my body, my channel now familiar with his girth.
“God, baby.” His fingers dig into my skin as I take him to the hilt. “You feel incredible.”
My muscles clench around him, adjusting to the intrusion. The fullness sends waves of sensation radiating outward from where we’re connected, and Icircle my hips, drawing a hissed breath from Sebastian that fills me with satisfaction.
His hands guide me into a rhythm, lifting and lowering at a steady pace that has us both panting within minutes. The leather chair creaks beneath us, adding to our harsh breathing and the soft, wet sounds of our bodies joining. The blue glow of the monitors washes over Sebastian’s face, highlighting the sweat beading on his brow and the parted fullness of his lips.
“You’re so perfect.” Sebastian’s hand slides up my back to cup the nape of my neck, massaging his Mark and sending a jolt of possessive pleasure through my entire body.
I increase our pace, rising and falling with growing urgency. The change in angle lets him strike the spot inside me that turns my vision white at the edges, and a broken moan escapes me.
