Chapter 108 HELD CAPTIVE TO PLEASURE
RAGNAR'S POV
The link is still open, I can feel it distinctly now. Didn't I close it earlier?
Sebastian’s presence flickers in my mind, feeling bright, panicked and clearly mortified.
Like a moth trapped in a lantern.
I could feel the exact second he realizes he’s been caught.
It's like a sharp spike of embarrassment so strong it bleeds into me, hot and prickling across my own skin.
Sebastian? I call again, voice low, deliberate. Is that you?
Silence. Then a frantic scramble, like he’s trying to run in every direction at once.
“It's not me.”
I chuckle at his reply. Only someone like Sebastian could think of such.
I feel him push against the bond, it's a desperate little shove like he's trying to slip free the same way Alisander went.
It’s clumsy, untrained and cute, almost.
Didn't he know it was a taboo to enter someone's mind like that?
If we weren't mates, he probably wouldn't be able to enter in the first place.
That sneaky Alisander must have taken advantage of that fact.
Yurik growls low in my chest. “No.”
So I tighten my mental grip, not painful but in an unyielding manner so that his consciousness is still locked in place in my mind.
A tiny, startled yelp echoes through the link.
Alpha–wait–
“You’re not going anywhere Sebastian,” I tell him, sounding calm and almost gentle. “Not until you explain yourself.”
His panic spikes again.
I–I didn’t mean to– His mental voice is small and trembling like he's about to cry.
I want to see him cry.
Alisander–he–he showed me–
“Showed you what?” I already know. I felt the echo of my own release bouncing back through the bond when he was watching me, but I still want to hear him say it.
A long, miserable pause from him then,
You… He swallows, the sound audible even in my own head. You were… touching yourself earlier on. And… and you said my name.
Heat crawls up my own neck now as it's my turn to feel embarrassment.
I should be embarrassed.
I’m the big bad Alpha of Alphas, ruler of packs–breaker of armies and I just came like a desperate youth while my barely-bonded mate watched it all from inside my own mind.
But instead of complete embarrassment, all I can feel is a dark, possessive sense of satisfaction.
“And what did you think?” I ask, my voice dropping lower. “Watching me fall apart and calling out your name?”
A tiny choked sound comes from me.
I– He’s blushing so hard I can feel the heat of it through the bond. I didn’t–I mean–it was–
“Use your words, pup!”
The endearment slips out of me before I can even think about it.
He makes another small, mortified noise as I feel a spike of pleasure from him.
He… liked when I called him that?
It was… a lot. You looked… He trails off, then forces the rest out in a rush. You looked beautiful. And you said my name. Twice. And I– He stops again, probably mortified he said all that. I got hard immediately.
The rest of his sentence comes out in a quiet mumble I have to think about to get what he's saying
My cock, still half hard from the rut, twitches once again on my thigh.
“Did you touch yourself?” I ask, my voice rougher now and slightly hopeful.
A long silence.
Then, barely audible: …not really but I thought about it.
I close my eyes for a second, fighting the growl that wants to tear free.
“Tell me everything you thought of.”
He hesitates, then starts talking and he's stammering with his face so red I can almost see it even though he’s miles away.
Alisander, after he–he linked our vision to yours. I didn’t know he could do that. One second I was in my cabin, the next I was… inside your eyes and watching you stroke yourself and come even saying my name. I–I couldn’t look away. I tried.
He's stammering and tripping over his words.
I swear I tried. But I– His voice cracks. I thought about touching myself. Through my pants at first and then… inside. I–I came when you did, well almost at the same time.
My hand is already back on my cock, slow and almost reverently stroking to the sound of his confession.
“Good job pup,” I murmur.
He whimpers through the link.
The rut surges again in me, hotter as my cock fills out thick and aching completely in my grip.
“Sebastian,”.I say as my voice goes dark and commanding. “Touch yourself. Right now, let me see.”
A shocked little inhale. Alpha–
“Do it.”
I–I can’t–
“You can,” I growl, interrupting him. “Or I come to your cabin, take control of your body myself and do whatever I want with it. Your choice.”
He goes silent and then lets outa shaky exhale.
Okay.
I feel it through the bond, the moment his hand slips beneath his waistband.
It sends a delicious shiver up my spine.
We're not only connected in vision now, but we're now sharing sensations, it's almost like we're in the same body, touching each other.
Another thing that cunning Alisander didn't tell him.
I feel the tentative brush of fingers against his own cock and the hitch in his breath when he wraps them around himself.
I also gasp with him
Like this? he whispers.
“Exactly like that,” I tell him. “Slow. Let me feel it.”
He obeys and starts making slow and hesitant strokes.
I match him in long, deliberate pulls, imagining it’s his hand on me instead of mine.
“Harder,” I order as a soft moan spills through the link from him.
Alpha–
“Harder!” Him calling me Aloha does things to me that shouldn't be classified as normal.
He whines, but obeys as I feel slightly pleasure at his obedience.
I feel the rhythm change in him as he goes faster and his breath comes in short, needy pants.
“Are you wet pup?” I ask in a low guttural tone
Y-yes–
“Show me.” I order him.