Chapter 110 BEAUTIFUL MISTAKES
SEBASTIAN'S POV
I sob out.
It's all too much for me!
My cock is now steadily dripping a thick string of precum connecting the head to my stomach.
Every thrust from me makes it sway and makes fresh pleasure spike up my spine.
“Please–Alpha–I need–!”
Draw it out! You're not coming now.
I slow immediately as I'm whimpering and shaking, but I obey.
I could just ignore him and finish but I don't want to test him any further.
I want to be able to walk tomorrow.
So I'm doing shallow thrusts now and drawing out teasing circles around myself. I'm denying myself the hard pressure and pleasure I crave.
Good pup.
The praise makes me leak even harder, making me let out a little whine.
That wasn't fair at all!
He makes me edge and prolong myself twice more, each time pushing me right on to the brink of it all before acting cruel and stopping me with a single word.
By the third time of it all, I'm done.
I can't do this anymore!
I’m crying silently with overwhelmed tears slipping down my cheeks.
My whole body is trembling and as embarrassing as it is, admit it, my hole is fluttering around my fingers, desperate for release.
My cock is so hard and leaking it hurts.
“Alpha–please–!”
Come for me.
The manner of which I cry out and shout is almost too euphoric as I shatter.
My back bows off the bed with my mouth open in a raw, broken cry.
Ragnar's name is torn from my throat like a prayer with the way I'm chanting it out repeatedly.
My fingers slam deep inside me one last time and curl hard against that spot while my other hand strokes myself so fervently I'm sure I'll be red and sore later on.
Thick ropes spill across my stomach and chest in a hot and endless cycle.
My hole clamps down on my fingers in violent spasms, milking them with slick gushing around them.
Wave after wave crashes through me until I’m shaking, sobbing and going semi blink as my vision starts turning white out at the edges.
When it all finally ends, I collapse back onto the bed gasping and trembling with my fingers still buried inside of me because I can’t find the strength to pull them out right now.
The bond is quiet for a long moment as I wonder if Ragnar was still there and then his voice brushes my mind again in an almost reverent tone.
Beautiful.
I make a small, broken sound which comes off as a half sob and half laugh.
“You’re going to kill me one day, Ragnar.”
A low chuckle rolls through the link.
Not yet, pup.
Not yet.
I close my eyes, still trembling and feeling still full of him, even though he’s miles away from where I am.
And for the first time since this whole mess began…
I don’t feel afraid at all.
If anything, I want more.
.
.
.
.
I wake up the next morning with the sheets twisted around my legs like they’re trying to strangle me.
My mouth is extremely dry, my head fuzzy and there’s a dull, pleasant ache between my thighs that reminds me, almost immediately, of everything I did last night.
Everything we did.
I don’t move at first instead I just lie there staring at the ceiling beams, feeling the ghost of Ragnar’s voice in my mind still echoing inside my skull.
Harder. Stop. Come for me, pup!
My cock twitches against my stomach causing me to groan and roll over, burying my face in the pillow.
Down boy!
“Morning, birthday boy!” Alisander drawls, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction that makes me want to punch him in frustration.
“Did you sleep well? Or were you too busy dreaming about a certain Alpha’s thick–”
“Shut up.”
“Oh you were magnificent yesterday! You know I was even blushing with the way you sobbed his name while your fingers were knuckle-deep in your own ass? Chef’s kiss Sebastian, I’m so proud.”
I pressed the pillow harder against my face, imagining it was Alisander instead.
“You left me there you prick. I was stranded in his mind like some abandoned package up for grabs. He could’ve–he could’ve done anything!”
“But he DID do something.” Alisander’s tone turns wicked. “He made you come so hard you forgot your own name again and again. Want a replay?”
“No!”
Too late.
A tiny snippet floods in of yesterday: Ragnar’s choked groan as he heard me whimper Alpha through the link.
The wet sound of his fist moving faster and the broken way he snarled my name when he came.
My cock twitches again and harder this time. I put my pillow over it as if I could hide it from Alisander.
I hate my body.
“See?” Alisander purrs. “Still works like a charm.”
I roll out of bed with my shaky legs and stumble toward the washbasin.
Cold water on my face, cold water on my neck and cold water everywhere.
It doesn’t help one bit.
Every time I close my eyes, I can see Ragnar’s hand wrapped around his cock, hear the way he said my name like a prayer and a curse at the same time.
It was very hot and distracting so I can't risk anything today.
I skipped morning training.
I can’t face him, not yet.
Yesterday was like both of us witnessing someone else do all those perverted things to himself.
But the person in question is me.
And the witness is him.
I can't see him right now especially since my thoughts are now open for him and I'm practically an open book for him.
Who's stupid idea was it to let mates be connected in such a way? It's too embarrassing!
Instead, I drag myself to the breakfast buffet hall with my hood up and shoulders hunched as I clutch my tray like a shield in front of me.
I just want to get my food and disappear from it all.
I grab bread, fruit, a bowl of porridge and anything bland that won’t remind me of heat or slick or him.
My guard is down and I’m halfway through a spoonful of porridge when Alisander strikes.
A soft, filthy sound slips right into my head: Ragnar’s low, guttural moan from last night and the exact moment I whispered Alpha causing his control to snap.
I choke on my porridge.