Sebastian (Bowen Boys, #5)(19)

She told him rare, and he smiled at her. He told her if she wanted salad that it was on the second shelf, to make them each a bowl. She pulled out the large bowl as he stepped outside.

By the time the steaks were done, he’d shown her where to find plates and silverware as well as the dressings. She was putting the warm rolls on the table when he brushed against her while putting the steaks on their plates. She felt as if he’d touched her everywhere. Nervous, she backed up as he turned to her.

“I won’t hurt you.” She nodded, knowing that he would anyway. “I’d very much like to kiss you again. This time without interruptions. May I?”

Ama wanted to tell him no, that it wasn’t a good idea, but he put the platter he had the steaks on into the sink, along with his utensils. He took a step toward her and she didn’t back away, as was her habit. When he was just inches from her, she looked up at him and licked her lips.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? How it feels to be this close to you without touching you?” He touched her throat in the barest of touches and then cupped his hand behind her head. “I need this from you. May I please kiss you?”

“Yes,” was barely out of her mouth when he sealed his lips over hers. He tilted her head to his left and ran his tongue along her sealed lips, asking for permission to enter her. When she opened her mouth slightly, he took her hungrily and she moaned and reached for something to hang onto. It just happened to be his shirt.

As his tongue slid along hers, she moved her hands up his chest to his shoulders. He ran his free hand down her back to her ass and cupped her against him. She felt his hardness against her and moved, thinking to pull back. But as soon as she felt his cock at her soft folds, she gripped him harder across his shoulders and moaned against this mouth. She was clinging to him even as he lifted her off the floor.

Something hard touched her back, and she moaned again when his body pressed deeper into hers. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, he lifted her leg up by her thigh and she wrapped her legs around him without thought as to what she was doing and where this was going to end up. His mouth moved along her chin to her throat, and she tilted her head for him, giving him whatever he needed to bring them to wherever he needed. Her body was screaming at her to touch him like he was touching her, and she nuzzled her nose against his pounding pulse, suckled the vein into her mouth, and nipped at him.

“Christ, I want you. I need you.” Her shirt was torn from her and his mouth was everywhere. Her breasts were suddenly freed, and his mouth was covering them.

“Please.” She didn’t know what she needed, but he apparently did because he rocked into her again and again. “More please. I need more.”

He lifted his head. She looked at him, on the verge of begging him to finish her, when she saw his eyes. They had darkened from the warmed honey color to the dark of his panther. She nipped at his chin, and he moaned at her.

“Give it to me. We can’t go any further until you tell me I can.” Her mind was trying to understand him. Then he lifted her chin up again when she tried to go back to his throat. “I want you, but you need to give me permission to do this.”

Permission. She’d forgotten about that, and stared at him as he waited for her answer. He would take her and make her his if she said yes. And as much as she wanted to feel him, to have him take her, she didn’t want all that came with it. She felt him as he began to pull away.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian. I can’t be your mate.” He nodded as he stepped back. “Maybe you should just take me home.”

“I can’t until we eat. It’s probably cold by now, so if you want something else just let me know.”

She went to the table and sat down. Her legs were trembling, and she figured if she didn’t, she was going to fall.

“Let me make you something else. It won’t be a problem.”

“It’s fine. It’s still warm and since we didn’t unwrap the potatoes, they’re still warm, too.” Opening the aluminum foil, she watched as steam poured from it. “See, it’s just fine.”

He sat down and opened his foil and looked up at her. She was just about to speak but looked at his neck and froze. There was blood there. She’d bitten him. She went to him and ran her finger over the opened wound.

“I marked you.” Dizzily, she reached for the table and missed. As she dropped to the floor, she heard him say her name, and as the darkness closed around her, she knew that it was too late for either of them.





Chapter 6


Wanera paced his lair and reached again for his messenger. Nothing. It was as if he was blocking him. And Wanera knew that he couldn’t do that any more than he could think a thought that he hadn’t given him. The man was simply a being that took messages to and fro for him.

He glanced at the file on his desk and sneered at it. Since it had been brought to him, he’d been having one problem after another. And now this. His messenger was to go and get the girl and bring her back here. He should have returned hours ago, but still nothing.

“Where the f*ck are you?” He had nearly decided to go to the upper world and get her himself when he heard a small scratching at the door. “Come in, and whatever you want, it had better be f*cking important.”

The door opened slowly, and the being there seemed to be terrified nearly to the point of bolting. Wanera told him if he left without telling him what he’d disturbed him for, he’d hunt him down and vanquish him.