Sebastian (Bowen Boys, #5)(22)
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Sebastian watched her sleep. He’d been so terrified when she fainted that he’d called for his entire family to come to him. His mom had been the first to answer his call. She was so calm that he felt himself relax more as she spoke.
“She will be fine, Sebastian. A person like her will heal quickly, and whatever it was that frightened her will be gone by the time she wakes.” He doubted he’d leave her but told his mom he agreed. But when she asked him what had happened shortly before she’d fainted, he stumbled around on how to tell her.
“She bit me. Not that I noticed, but there was blood on my neck after we’d pulled apart. I didn’t take her because I was told I need permission, but we’d gotten into heavy…she bit me on the neck and I nearly…Christ.” She was laughing, and he felt his face heat up with embarrassment. “This isn’t easy on me.”
“I don’t doubt it. If she took you first, then you’ve been given permission to take back, I would think. But I’m not sure. She’s so much different than us.” He wanted to agree with that whole heartedly, but only said that she was right. “You should have something for her when she wakes up. Something romantic. Do you have anything?”
He hadn’t, but a quick trip to the woods behind his house provided that for him. He looked up at the large vase of flowers he’d picked for her. He’d wanted to give her chocolates and roses, but it was the best he could do and not leave her. There was no way he was leaving her now.
“Where am I?” He stood up when she spoke softly. Asking her if he could turn on the light, he did so and sat on the bed next to her.
“You fainted.” She looked away from him. “You also bit me. Does that mean I can bite you back?”
He was half teasing with her, but she looked at him as if he was going to tear her throat out. Before he could tell her that he would never harm her, she sat up and put her finger over the tiny scar that had already formed there.
“Does it hurt?” He shook his head no. “I didn’t even know that I’d done it until I saw the blood. I had hoped that you’d cut yourself shaving, but you didn’t, did you?”
“No. You marked me.” She shifted on the bed, and her breast brushed against his arm. She stilled, and he watched her. “You’ve marked me. Does that mean that we’re bonded?”
He heard his question but had a hard time thinking that the voice that spilled from his lips was his. He’d heard his voice go husky before when trying to win a woman over to…he looked away from her and at the flowers.
“I got these for you.” She didn’t look at them but kept staring at him; he could feel her eyes as they took in all of him. When he turned to her, he pulled her to him and took her mouth. Need to mark her back was pulling his cat to the surface.
Her moan was his undoing. Had she pushed him away or pulled away, he might have been able to stop. But when she also wrapped her arms around him, he rolled over her and pressed her into the bed. He had to have her right now.
He tore at her ruined shirt and lifted her bra up as he made his way down her throat. Her taste was erotic, and he needed more. Shifting his body over hers, he settled between her legs and rocked into her.
“Answer me, Ama. Tell me that you’ve marked me and that I can mark you as well.” She moaned again when he nipped hard at her nipple. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she screamed out. “Yes, I’ve marked you and now you have my permission to mark me as well.”
He didn’t wait for her to change her mind, but rolled to his back and sat up. Her breasts were heaving and he wanted nothing more than to lean down and suckle at them until he came, but he wanted her fully and reached down and tore her jeans from her. Long legs, pale as the moon shining over them, moved under his stare, moving wider for him until he thought he’d die from the pleasure.
Rolling over her, he stood up at the side of the bed, pulled his shirt over his head, and dropped it to the floor. Next, he unsnapped his pants as he toed off his shoes. She watched him as hungrily as he watched her. Pulling his pants off, he stood before her naked, his cock straining to be buried deep within her heat. He ran his hand up and down his aching cock.
“I know you’re a virgin so you’ll hurt when I take you. I’m sorry for that.” She nodded and reached for him. He let her touch him, and when she took the pearl drop of his precum onto her finger, he watched to see what she’d do with it. When she put her finger into her mouth, he had to stop what he was doing or he’d come all over her.
“You taste like your blood. Hot, spicy, and like I’d think you would.” He watched her lick her lips, then move toward him again, this time with her mouth. He took a step back from her.
“You do that and I’ll come down your throat. As much as I’d like to do that, coming inside of you is what I need more than anything.” She nodded at him and lay back. “Christ, you’re like a feast for me. I don’t know where to start.”
Her fingers curled into the sheet as she moved on the bed. “Come to me, please? I need you, all of you.”
Sebastian dropped to his knees before her and took her breast into his mouth again. While he nibbled on her nipple, he ran his hand down her body to the juncture at her thighs. She nearly came up off the bed when he slid beneath her curls and into her. She was soaking wet.