Chapter 105 IT'S HOT II
RAGNAR'S POV
The cold water should have definitely helped.
It always has before.
A simple cold shower could do a lot for a pent up wolf but today, it was just not going to cut it.
My skin feels too tight and every drop of water that slides down from my chest to my stomach feels like someone's teasing finger.
My pulse feels like thunder in my ears, my throat and in the most obvious of all, in my cock.
I look down with resignation.
My member is ramrod straight, flushed dark and angry with veins standing out along the length of me like they’re trying to burst through my skin.
When was the last time I even went through a rut?
It's been so long that I can't even remember.
The head of my cock is slick and already beading precum that drips into the clear water in obscene threads.
I stare at it like it’s betrayed me.
I’ve been in rut before, I know the signs.
But this… this is different.
It's more intense than anything I've ever gone through.
It's like the bond I’ve spent weeks suppressing has finally torn free and is demanding payment in full from me.
Is this what Sebastian went through during his heat?
Maybe that's why he went crazy and was begging us to have sex.
After this, I might just beg him too.
My hand wraps around the base almost on instinct as I take one slow stroke.
The pleasure is immediate and so vicious it causes me to gasp.
My hips jerk forward into my fist and a low, broken whine rips out of my throat before I can stop it.
fuckkkkkk...
I try again and faster this time, gripping even tighter, chasing my relief.
But only makes it worse.
The ache deepens and spreads everywhere.
It turns into something feral inside of me.
I have the sudden urge to turn into Yurik and go hunt out Sebastian and take him right there and then, not caring where he is or who he is with.
My balls draw up heavy and throbbing in time with every heartbeat.
Pre-cum slicks through my palm, dripping between my fingers and mixing with the pond water.
Oh dear goddess, it's good.
Every stroke feels good, too good, but it’s nowhere near enough.
I need more.
I need him.
The thought alone sends a fresh jolt through me as my cock jerks in my hand, leaking even harder.
I'm forced to bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood, trying to keep the growl locked in my throat.
Then from within, the bond flares again.
Not the faint, flickering movement I’ve lived with for weeks, but this time it's like a real, living connection.
It's like we're connected on an even deeper level.
Sebastian’s presence floods my mind, bringing in so many feelings and emotions from him.
He's feeling startled and tired.
Alpha?
His voice sounds so soft and confused rings clear inside my skull like he’s standing right beside me.
I freeze immediately.
My hand stills on my cock as my slick fingers start trembling.
“Sebastian?”
Ragnar? Shock colors his tone from here. How–how are you in my head?
The mate link.
I used to share one with the former Luna and now that I have a mate, no matter how much I want to stall, it finally snapped open.
This stupid, vicious and dizzying rut is the catalyst that opened it.
Are you okay? Sebastian asks immediately, sounding concerned wherever he is. You sound… different.
I swallow hard as my cock throbs angrily in my grip, demanding attention I can’t give while he’s speaking to me like this.
“I’m fine,” I manage to growl out with my voice rough even in my mind. “Are you okay?”
A pause from him and I can almost see him, from wherever he is tilting his head and frowning.
I’m… yeah. I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have stormed off like that. I was just… overwhelmed.
His apology is so earnest it hurts. Even when my body's deciding what to feel sorry for right now.
“It’s okay,” I tell him, even as my hand gives one slow and helpless stroke. The pleasure spikes so hard my vision blurs for a second. “You needed space.”
I know, but… you’re the Alpha. I shouldn’t have–
“Say that again Sebastian!”
A confused pause.
You’re the Alpha?
I groan out a low, guttural sound I have to muffle against my forearm so he doesn’t hear it through the link.
That word in his soft, respectful and almost shy voice hits me like a fist straight to the gut.
My cock jerks violently in my hand once more, leaking a thick rope of precum that swirls into the water.
“Again,” I rasp out.
Alpha… he repeats, still sounding puzzled. Ragnar, are you sure you’re okay? You sound… strained.
Another jolt rockets down my spine as I stroke faster.
I'm feeling helpless and desperately imagining him on his knees right in front of me, with his wide Bambi eyes and his lips parted with him begging for a taste.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just… keep talking.”
I–okay. He hesitates, then continues with the same gentle voice.
I’ll be on time for training tomorrow. Bright and early. No matter how hard you push me I’ll take it, I won’t complain.
My hand falters.
The unintended innuendo of his statement slams into me like a physical blow.
No matter how hard… I’ll take it…
My cock pulses thick and heavy in my grip so I squeeze the base hard, trying to stave off the inevitable, but it’s no use.
The mental image is too vivid and stark in my mind.
Sebastian spread out beneath me with his legs spread wide, his hole slick and open, whimpering Alpha while I fuck into him slow and deep.
I’ll even continue, Sebastian goes on in the link, no matter how long you want to go. I’ll be ready.