Chapter 37 DENIAL
RAGNAR'S POV
When I pull away from him, Sebastian whines like I did something he didn't like.
He'll thank me later.
I push him and flip him back again, I need to see his face.
His hazel eyes are glazed with tears, his lips are swollen with a trail of blood coming from his lips.
He looks like a true animal now.
There's a faint hint of sweat on his eyebrows and his short black wavy hair is now permanently plastered to his face because of sweat.
He's never looked more lovely to me.
Or even more vulnerable.
I crawl up his body testing and letting my weight settle over him.
“Sebastian,” I say with my voice rough. “Look at me.”
His eyes struggle to focus due to everything but they finally find mine as he takes short breaths.
I cup his cheeks– on his face, my thumb stroking over the bite mark I left there earlier.
“I’m not going to knot you tonight.”
It has to be said.
A flash of hurt crosses his face as he looks like I just told him I shot his puppy.
He reached up to hug me, trying to rub against me. “Please Ragnar… I need–”
“I know what you need, Seb.” I kiss him deeply to interrupt him.
If he continues begging like that then I won't be responsible for whatever happens.
“And I’m going to give it to you okay? But not like this, and definitely not now when you’re burning up and can’t think straight.”
Yurik rages inside me, snarling and yelling out curses I have to tune out.
“He’s ours! The bond demands–!”
“And the bond will still be there tomorrow!” I snarl back at him. “But I won’t risk hurting Sebastian and that's final.”
Sebastian’s hands clutch my shoulders, his nails digging in. “Ragnar please… it hurts…”
The crack in his voice slices through me in guilt.
I reach and hold him even closer.
Wrapping one hand around his member, stroking home and at the same time, lining myself up just at his entrance and sliding in repeatedly but never entering.
He moans and throws his head back with his throat bared out for me in the perfect submission.
The sight of him spread open and to my mercy tests every ounce of my restraint and willpower.
I press a small kiss to his throat then start nipping at his neck in small bites but never piercing deep.
Ah fuck it to hell!
For once , I actually want to agree with Yurik and bury myself all into his little body until he's twisting, bruised and crying out.
I want to go over and over and over again until every step he takes away from my bed has him leaking and dripping because of me.
Every mark I leave on his body is like a dark promise.
Soon…
His second orgasm hits suddenly even without me knowing.
He's suddenly crying out and shaking while spilling hot all over my fist and on to his stomach.
I keep stroking him through all of it, milking every last drop while I murmur praise against his skin.
“That’s it Seb… that's a good boy… let it out…”
I roll us so he’s on top this time straddling my hips.
He looks disoriented as his hands brace on my chest so I guide him to rock against me like that with my cock sliding between his cheeks.
“Ahh fuck…”
I let out a low groan with the friction between us just adding to it all.
My knot is throbbing painfully and looking a red ghastly color but I lock my jaw shut and endure it.
Sebastian leans down to meet me, his lips wanting mine so I let him kiss me.
However awkward and messy it is with teeth clashing and he stopping for air just immediately.
I pull him back down and claim his mouth entirely.
He's a werewolf, running out of breath won't kill him.
For one terrifying second, my hips snap forward, too forward and the head of my cock almost breaches him.
Sebastian makes an open gasp sound as I feel him clench around me involuntarily.
The pleasure of the almost intrusion causes both of us to let out a loud groan.
I wrench myself back away from with a guttural snarl immediately, nearly throwing him off of the bed in my haste to make distance between us.
in my haste to pull out. “Fuck Seb–I’m sorry!”
He whimpers at the loss pushing me down and straddling me in haste, trying to sink himself down but I grip his hips hard enough to bruise and hold him still.
“No! Seb! We talked about this.” I grind out painfully to him, to Yurik and most definitely to myself. “Not tonight.”
Tears of frustration gathered in his eyes, and the very sight wounded me.
“Hey hey hey! Come here.”
I pull him down against my chest, wrapping my arms and legs around him.
“Why don't you want to–”
“Shh,” I interrupted him with my lips.
“Let me take care of you.” One of my hands slides between us to stroke him slowly again but this time, I'm stroking us together.
“Come for me again Seb,” I whisper right against his ear. “I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you all night if that’s what you need.”
He does come against me and my member, shuddering and sobbing out my name into my neck.
I follow moments later, spilling all between us across him, his inner thighs and mine.
My release feels hollow and incomplete without the knot or without the claim but it’s enough to quiet Yurik for a few precious minutes.
Thank goddess.
We go like that for hours.
I bring him off with my hands, my mouth, my body against his, and once, with nothing but my Alpha command.
I didn't know I could actually do that.
That was a good way to test an experiment that I am definitely repeating.
Everytime the heat surges again I'm right there. With my fingers, tongue and mouth but never my cock.
At least not now.