Chapter 106 MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD
RAGNAR’S POV
A broken moan slips out before I can stop it down so I slam the mental link shut, just long enough to let the sound tear free from me without him hearing.
“Sebastian–!”
His name is a growl, a plea and a curse to me right now.
I stroke faster and hard in a punishing pace, imagining his voice once again, imagining him begging and taking every inch while he chants Alpha, Alpha, please–
Like a broken record.
Sebastian calls my name once more through the link sounding soft and worried.
Ragnar?
That’s it, that's my tipping point so I yank the link closed completely.
“Sebastian–!” I snarl out as my hips snap forward into my fist.
I come so hard my vision whites out and I almost faint from it.
Thick ropes spill into the water, pulse after pulse and even stronger than any release I’ve had in years.
My cock jerks violently in my grip, spilling everywhere painting my stomach, my hand and the pond around me.
My knees nearly buckle so I brace one hand on the smooth rock ledge still panting and riding the aftershocks while my mind blanks out.
How gentlemanly of you Ragnar, the poor boy probably thinks you hate him or something.
When it finally ends, I’m left trembling, shaking and having my cock still twitching weakly in my hand.
I stare down at the mess I’ve made in the water with thick white strands everywhere.
Thank the gods the spring flows out or otherwise I’d be swimming in my own spend.
I let my head fall back against the rock with my eyes closing as I allowed the tension to drain from my shoulders.
It’s all over, the rut is quiet for now.
I exhale a long and shaky breath.
Then, as if mocking my relief, the heat crawls back.
It's low and insistent from my belly to my groin, spreading like wildfire in July.
My eyes snap wide open as I look down.
My cock, still looking flushed and very sensitive, is hardening again.
This traitor.
“No,” I groaned with my hoarse voice. “No, no, no–”
Already half raised, my cock was thickening with every heartbeat as precum start beading at the slit.
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SEBASTIAN'S POV
The mental link snaps shut so fast in my mind that it feels like a door slamming in my face.
One second Ragnar’s voice is there sounding strained and the next it’s gone completely.
Like he reached in, flipped a switch, and walked out without even saying goodbye.
I try to connect back with him once more but I feel like he's blocking me.
I stand frozen in the middle of my tiny living room with my heart hammering with the book from Torin still clutched.
He cut me off.
I mean, I apologized.
I poured out everything to him, how overwhelmed I felt, how sorry I was for storming away and he just… disappeared.
I feel a myriad of emotions by just standing there but most of it all, I feel hurt.
The quiet and ugly kind. The kind that makes your throat close and your eyes burn even though you refuse to cry.
Did I say or do something wrong?
Was it that my voice was too small? Or did I sound too needy?
Did he hear the apology and decide it wasn’t enough or something?
Or even worse, did he hear something in my tone that made him realize I’m not worth the effort?
What if he decides to call off the entire arrangement with me?
What would I do if I can't intimately be with Ragnar anymore?
I sink onto the edge of the bed as the book falls open in my lap. The words blur in my eyes and I don’t even try to read them anymore.
“Alisander?” My voice comes out smaller than I mean it to. “Did I… did I mess up?”
Silence.
Then a low, muffled chuckle comes from my mind.
It starts soft and almost like he's trying to hide it but then it builds up and Alisander is laughing loudly in my mind.
I scowl at the empty room. “What’s so funny?”
The laughter quiets down to a slow sigh with Alisander still sounding amused. “Oh, my sweet summer child.”
I bristle. “Don’t call me that.”
I hated whenever he called me that.
For no reason other than the fact that he likes reminding me of how I'm naive.
“Why not?” His tone is teasing and affectionate in a sharp way only he can manage. “It fits you. You’re standing there thinking you broke the big bad Alpha of Alphas with one little apology, how adorable.”
“I’m not adorable,” I mutter as my cheeks start heating up. “He shut me out for no reason, he didn’t even say goodbye.”
Another soft huff of laughter comes from him. “Exactly. He didn’t shut you out because you hurt his feelings, pup. He shut you out because he was… well about two seconds away from doing something private to himself, you know.”
My brain stalls.
“Doing what?”
“You heard me.”
I couldn't understand what Alisander meant. “What are you talking–”
“Sebastian.” His voice drops suddenly as he becomes serious beneath the amusement.
“Do you really think the Alpha of Alphas, the wolf who’s spent years killing and hunting would cut you off because your apology wasn’t good enough?
I open my mouth and close it.
“He probably cut the link because he was masturbating or something. I'm sure he came so hard he couldn’t trust himself not to moan your name out as he jerked to your voice.”
My mouth drops open.
Alisander’s satisfaction rolls through the bond like warm honey from him. “Happy birthday, Sebastian.”
I stare at the wall as my brain starts to short circuit.
“You’re lying.”
“And why would I?” A pause. “Besides you heard him yourself.”
My heart is doing something strange inside my chest.
It's tripping over itself, too fast and too loud. “But… he didn’t say anything. He just–”
“Used the mate link for a phone sex session?”
“Your voice in his head was probably the last straw for him so he blocked you so you wouldn’t hear him. How romantic.”
I swallow thickly. “He… he was thinking about me?”