Chapter 107 PEEPING TOM
SEBASTIAN POV
“Pup.” Alisander sounds almost fond.
“Don't call me pup!”
“Anyway,” he interrupts. “He’s been thinking about you probably all day, triggering the link and now with his rut, he's probably going through a sensory overload.”
“Wow you sound so sad for him, try to restrain the level of happiness you're feeling Alisander.” I reply dryly.
“Hey it's not my fault he's going through a rut. Besides he deserves it for referring to me as a calamity, now you know his secret and that makes me feel better.”
Heat crawls up from my neck to my chest and my ears. I press my palms to my cheeks, trying to cool them frantically. “So he… he wasn’t mad?”
“Mad?” Alisander snorts out.
“No he wasn't. He was probably trying not to come in his pants while you apologized like the sweetest little thing he’s ever heard. After what I saw, trust me he’s not mad, not one bit.”
I let out a shaky breath.
Wait. What did Alisander see?
But the feeling of being shunned and hurt ebb away, replaced by something warm and fluttering in my chest that I don’t dare name.
Then Alisander’s tone shifts to a provocative and playful tone again. “Want to see what I saw?”
I blink. “See what?”
“How wrecked he is.”
“Alisander, we don't even know where he is right now. And besides, even if we do, going to spy on the Alpha is trespassing! Even if we're his mate.”
“Oh don't be such a bore. You and I both know you'd love nothing more but to see Ragnar naked for hours.”
“I–I would not!” I stammer as my cheeks grow red with the image.
Something in me has been discouraging me whilst Alisander has been egging me on for days now to draw Ragnar naked.
“Exactly! If you're going to be drawing him naked, you need lots of pictures and mental images to do so.”
“I never said I'll draw him naked, that's all you!”
“Well how how much torture what I'm about to do must feel for you.”
Before I can ask what he means, my vision blacks out completely.
Not darkness or even unconsciousness, I'm still awake.
It's just… nothing.
I can't quite describe it.
My eyes are open and I can still feel my eyelids blinking, but the room is gone completely.
My cabin, the book–it’s all gone.
Panic spikes in me quickly. “Alisander–what the hell–!”
“Hush now, don't alert him of us here,” he murmurs. “Look.”
And suddenly I can see, vision is restored to my sight.
But I’m not seeing through my own eyes.
I’m looking down at a man’s hands. It is massive, scarred and tightly braced on smooth rock.
I've seen those hands before, I just can't recognize where.
I see streams of water lapping on to a powerful looking chest with droplets clinging to dark hair and sliding down hunks of muscle.
The body is huge and thickly built like a weapon.
It's a body I've fantasized about for far too long to not immediately recognize.
Ragnar.
I’m seeing through Ragnar’s eyes.
I'm seeing through Ragnar's eyes!
My breath catches as I hear myself wheeze with Alisander snickering.
He’s in what looks like a private spring with water tracing over every perfect inch of him.
He's naked.
And his cock–
My mouth suddenly goes dry as I take one look at it.
It’s massive.
Is that what was in between my thighs?
It's thick with angry red veins standing out on it with the head slick and shining.
He has white beads at the slit, slowly dripping into the water in slow, obscene color.
One of his massive hands is wrapped around the base, slowly as low stroking broken whine spills from his throat.
“Alisander! Oh my Moon goddess–”
“You like?” Alisander cuts in sounding smug and delighted.
I can’t speak, I can’t even breathe. My breath is caught in my throat as I witness the sinful act I'm seeing through Ragnar.
Ragnar’s hand moves faster and looks desperate now as his hips jerks forward into his fist.
His head falls back with his throat working on a groan that vibrates through the link straight down to my very core.
“Happy birthday, Sebastian,” Alisander purrs in my mind.
I watch, stunned with my heart slamming against my ribs as Ragnar strokes himself harder whilst imagining me.
I realize with a dizzy rush.
Ragnar is thinking of me.
He said my name.
Ragnar’s breath hitches as his hips snap forward and his free hand grips the rock ledge so hard that the stone crumbles under his fingers and strength.
And then he comes.
His whole body seizes like he's in a seizure with his back bowing and mouth open in a silent roar that turns vocal halfway through.
My name is sounding raw and shattered in his throat as he comes with a desperate cry.
“Sebastian!”
Thick ropes coming from him spill into the water with a sharp burst, pulse after pulse, painting his stomach, his hand and the pond around him.
I watch with a heated breath as his cock jerks violently in his grip and his vision tunnels as his body continues to convulse.
I feel it through the link, like an echo of his pleasure punching into me as my own cock jerks in my pants and starts leaking.
When it finally ends, Ragnar slumps against the rock, panting and shaking as his cock is still twitching weakly in his hand.
I see him look down and stare at the mess he’s made before exhaling and our shared vision goes black.
Did he fall asleep?
“You know you could go and join him.”
“Shut up Alisander.”
His eyes snap open as I see him looking down.
His cock, still looking red and sensitive, is hardening once again.
Even the precum is already beading at the top.
“No,” he groans out. “No, no, no–”
“You could go help him out, Sebastian.” Alisander once again entices me.
“No shut up Alisander!”
Sebastian? Is that you?”
Oh shit.
Inside Ragnar's mind, I got carried away and yelled at Alisander.
Sebastian? Ragnar calls out once more.
“It's not me.”
I close my eyes as I think of the absurdity of what I just said in response.
“Yeah real smooth Sebastian.” Alisander is chuckling in my mind.
Sebastian, what are you doing in my mind?
Ahh shit. I'm in trouble.
“Ok bye Sebastian.” I hear Alisander tell me before I no longer feel his presence anymore.
That bastard left me all alone to face the aftermath of it all.
Also he left my consciousness here in Ragnar's mind, how was I supposed to go back?!
Ragnar asks with suspicion before saying. And how long have you been watching me?