Chapter 38 BLOW OFF STEAM
RAGNAR'S POV
I mark Sebastian everywhere I can without actually making a claiming bite.
His throat, his shoulders, wrists and my personal favorite because I can actually bite deeper, his inner thighs.
He marks me back too, audacious Omega that he is.
His little fangs and teeth make marks all over me that heal immediately.
Cute.
The bed sheets were a ghastly evidence of all the liquids that came out of the both of us for hours.
The night stretches into a loop of desire and restraint making my knot grow even bigger and bigger.
Has an Alpha ever died from exploding knots before?
We might find out soon if this continues
Sebastian’s body is a hot furnace on my skin.
I trace every inch of him, worshipping and taking advantage that when he's sober, he won't remember.
His moans are pure music to my ears.
Each raw sound coming from him is dragging me away from my restraint and into dark thoughts that will make him end up pregnant.
At one point late into the night, I have him on his knees, his face buried deep in my pillows with my fingers buried deep inside of him.
They're three in number now, all of them twisting and scissoring around.
It took a good amount of prep work for him but it paid off as now he's screaming my name whenever I hit that spot that makes him shatter.
My name is being sung from his lips like a broken prayer chant with his body convulsing.
I tease the outer shell of his ears with my teeth and proceed to talk dirty of all the things he'd wish I'd do to him.
“You’re doing so well Seb,” I murmur with my voice hoarse from all the hours of growling and praising. “You’re taking everything I give you like a good boy.”
He turns his head, his hazel eyes meeting mine over his shoulder.
“More… Ragnar, please…”
I shake my head in denial as even Yurik howls in protest.
Instead I pull my fingers free and replace them with my tongue lapping at him until he’s begging incoherently.
I preferred it this way anyway.
When he comes for another time, it leaves him boneless and collapsing into my bed.
I gather him up into my arms and hold him to my chest.
I've missed how nice intimacy was.
I press kisses into his temples, temporarily forgetting the whole world.
As the hours drag on, the waves of Sebastian's heat begin to space out and die down on its own, seeing as he's not getting marked or mated.
Little mercies.
Sebastian’s whimpers turn to little sighs and his frantic touches and urgency turns to lazy caresses between us.
I rub his back slowly as I feel the tension and adrenaline from the heat bleed out from his system.
His breathing slows down and evens out, then finally he drifts off to sleep, his body feeling boneless.
Yurik is quieter now still sulking in my head but sated enough to let the matter go.
The horny wolf curls up in the back of my mind grumbling continuously about opportunities I missed but deep down, even he knows I’m right.
Claiming Sebastian in the high of his first heat especially as we know almost nothing about each other would be a violation, no matter how much he begs.
No matter how his begging and pleading and whimpering voice appeals to something in me.
But he deserves respect and I am going to make sure he gets it.
I watch him sleep for what feels like ages until the first hints of sunlight pours in from the window.
His face looks so peaceful now with the red flush from his heat fading.
The marks from his body are all healing causing me to feel annoyed but I'm happy the ones in his inner thighs still remain.
He's going to feel that later and definitely think of me.
He’s safe right where he is, in my bed.
With a sigh, I slowly remove myself from under him trying not to wake him.
He stirs and murmurs my name in his sleep so I freeze up and wait if he wakes.
When he settles back, I tuck the blankets around him before kissing his temple for one more second.
Then I dress quietly and fast.
I don't know how I would have him after everything that just happened between us.
How would I act or behave?
Do we go back to our Alpha/Omega relationship?
Are we together now?
Do we define the relationship?
I slip into my clothes subconsciously and I exit the room.
The pack house is always silent this early in the morning save an occasional guard or two on patrol.
They nod respectfully as I pass, but I can feel them stop in shock as they take in my scent.
I probably smell like everything that relates to Sebastian.
I curse as I speed up to the gym showers.
I don't need fresh gossip this day but judging from their whispers, it is probably already too late.
I pat myself dry as I head straight for the training halls.
The air is cooler with a smell of leather.
Sandbags hang from chains on the wall, punching dummies stand all over the room and the weapons cabinet is locked secure.
Thank goddess.
Mixing free weapons with hot headed wolves never mixed well.
The gym is my private sanctuary where I can blow off steam if something was eating at me.
And today, I need it more than ever.
I strip off my shirt and approach the nearest sandbag with my fists squared.
Yurik stirrs inside me also eager for violent
I unleash the first punch with everything I've got in me, sending the bag swinging away with force as the sandbag bursts.
I grunt and look for another.
This time, I'm careful not to use my entire strength but to take shorter fast punches.
Every strike is precise and brutal causing me to exhale with relief.
Sweat starts to grow on my skin and my muscles start to sing with a pleasant burn and for a second, I can actually forget all that I and Sebastian did last night till this morning.
Ah fuck.
I'm thinking about it again.
I give a sharper blow to the sandbag and it explodes all over the floor.
I need another sand bag.