Chapter 48 SELF HELP IS A TABOO
SEBASTIAN'S POV
I attack and swat at the water in frustration as I feel the edge keep slipping away from me.
My pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my belly without any relief or even release.
I'm reduced to crying out with tears on my face as I look up in frustration. My balls are aching and my cock is throbbing and flushed to a purple shade.
I can even feel slick leaking from behind me in the water as I sigh out in frustration.
I continue and this time, I stroke faster and harder.
The towel finds its way and wraps against the head of my member and I whine in a high tone.
I'm so frustrated and sound almost pained.
Nothing.
It's not happening. What's happened to me?
This has never been a problem, especially when I'm doing it here with Alpha Ragnar's towel.
I can’t come.
I'm trying… It's really hard and nothing's working.
The heat from last night hasn’t fully left me yet so I know everything's still working and it should even be faster since I'm still kinda high from my heat but… nothing?
It’s simmering under my skin, I mean I can feel it coming but I'm still unsatisfied.
It's like my body is now demanding something I can’t give myself.
Oh fuck…
Where is Alpha Ragnar, I need him desperately.
I cover my face with my hands and sob quietly.
My legs are shaking so I slide down the wall until I’m sitting at the bottom of the enormous tub with water raining over me.
Now abandoned , the towel is still clutching around my erection like a lifeline.
I’m crying now with actual sobs and hiccups with quiet humiliation.
I couldn't possibly call Alpha Ragnar regarding a problem like this.
I don't want to burden him.
But oh sweet goddess it hurts.
It hurts too too much.
And it's really good too.
Just like the way Alpha Ragnar used to tease and edge me on for hours.
It's too much!
I'm holding onto the cold tiles to brace myself for impact as my body decides to betray me by feeling all at once at the same time.
It's too much sensation for me.
“Ahhh! Nghhhh fuck I wanna come!”
“Please!!!”
I need something, I need someone.
Ragnar!
I need him right now.
It's too much for me, I feel like I'm about to combust.
I hear Alisander stirring inside me and ignore him.
Alisander growls low in the back of my mind, sounding angry.
“Stop sounding so whiny Sebastian,” he snaps impatiently. “You’re really pathetic you know?”
“I can’t–” My voice cracks as I ignore the insult. “I can’t finish Alisander. It won’t–”
“Fine, then let me.”
Before I can ask what he means or even protest, he surges forward.
But it's not the usual shift where one of us retreats to the background while the other takes control.
This is different.
Alisander doesn’t push me aside to take control, he actually… merges with me?
Our consciousness starts to overlap and become something that's kinda shared between us.
I’m still here as Sebastian, but he’s also here with me, taking control and using our body like it’s his tool.
My right hand, or rather his hand now, tightens on the towel.wrapped cock and strokes once in slow strokes.
I gasp in delight and surprise.
It feels… different.
The rhythm is more confident and rougher than mine. It's exactly the kind pressure I was chasing but couldn’t find earlier.
My left hand lifts of its own accord, Alisander's accord, with my fingers trailing up my chest to find a sensitive and perky nipple before he pinched it hard.
My back arches off the tub floor and I gasp. “Alisander–!”
“Quiet,” he orders from inside my skull.
“Don't pretend you don't like it, you do. We like it.”
He twists our nipple then rolls and tugs it until pleasure and pain shoots straight to my weeping cock.
At the same time, his, our right hand speeds up with the towel causing delicious friction over the head with every stroke.
I’m moaning loudly and broken now with my head thrown back against the curved edge of the tub.
I don't even mind or pay attention to the stream of water entering into my open mouth.
Then my left hand leaves my red nipples and drifts lower.
My fingers skate down my stomach and just over the sensitive skin above my cock before darting in between my legs and going lower.
My eyes snap open. “No–wait–!”
It's too late anyway.
One of my fingers circles my hole in a slow teasing motion, playing with my slick and the shivers from me.
I jolted up.
He continues to press in.
The pad of our middle finger slips inside easily and greedily welcomed by muscles still soft and pliant from Ragnar’s earlier attention.
I cry out, my hips jerking up involuntarily.
“Alisander–stop–we can’t… we can't–this is–”
“We are the same,” he growls out. “One body, one mind and sharing one need right now.”
He pushes deeper as he states those words to me.
He crooks in his fingers and immediately finds that spot.
My vision turns whites for a sharp second.
And then without pause, he adds a second finger, and proceeds to start slamming tight into that spot.
The burn is exquisite and like sweet torture to me.
“Please–it’s too much–Ragnar… Alisander–fuck–!”
“Say my name again,” he demands roughly.
“Alisander–”
A third finger enters fully, joining the others and I'm full.
I feel so full right now.
I’m shaking with my thighs spread wide in the tub like I'm having a baby with water dripping over my chest.
Alisander makes my fingers start pumping into me in a brutal and almost perfect rhythm while my other hand is wrapped around the towel over my cock.
It's too good…
Steady pleasure coils in my abdomen and climbs higher and higher than before.
It's hot, really hot and I can't stop it.
tighter than ever before—hot, vicious, unstoppable.
“Come for us both,” Alisander orders with a snarl.
I do.
I forget everything I'm doing and just go off with a shriek.
I forget that I'm still in Ragnar's bathroom.
I forget that I'm using his towel inappropriately.
I forget that I just committed an immoral taboo by having sex with my wolf.
I forget it all as my orgasm rips through me like lightning in my veins.
My back bows off the tub floor, in a high arch as my mouth is open in a silent scream that turns loud and vocal halfway through.
I'm shouting both Ragnar's and Alisander's name as I break off in one kind broken sob.
I come so hard and long that my vision blacks out around the edges.
Hot stripes of white paint across my stomach, my chest and the towel before it's washed off by the water.
My hole is still clenching around my three fingers as if trying to milk them and coming up short.
Then darkness envelopes me
I collapse back in the water feeling boneless with a blank mind.
Alisander's saying something I ignore because the black spots finally take me and I lose consciousness as everything fades to black.