Sebastian’s growl wakes me from my nightmare, and I throw my arms around him. I’m shivering. Shaking. With tears streaming down my face. I’m panting for breath, my pajamas clinging to my body. I bury myself into Sebastian’s neck and feel his fingers running up and down my back.
“It’s only a nightmare. You’re safe,” he says.
“I killed everyone,” I say breathlessly.
“You’ve killed no one. Everyone’s sleeping.”
“I couldn't control myself,” I say.
“You’re completely in control,” he says. “And you’re safe so long as you’re with me.”
He rocks me side to side like a child in need of its mother. I draw in a deep breath, pulling his scent through my nostrils. His metallic scent, signaling strength and vigor and virile grace. I crawl into his lap and straddle his legs, trying to get as close to him as I can.
“It’s okay,” he rumbles into my ear. “I’m right here.”
“Sebastian,” I whisper. “A little lower.”
I cling to his neck as I feel him look down to the top of my head. I know he’s questioning his every move, but I’m elated when he gives in. He strokes down to my lower back, playing with
the small patch of skin exposed to the air. Electricity is sparking on the top of my skin. It’s sending ricochets of heady pleasure up to my brain. I can feel Sebastian’s chest rumbling with his growls.
“Clarissa—”
I reach my lips up to his and silence his protests with a kiss. A kiss I know he can’t ignore. A kiss I can’t ignore. We topple to my bed, and he pins me to the mattress, our fingers intertwined as my legs part for him. I can feel his raging cock throbbing against my leg. I can feel his strength as he grips my body. His lips are everywhere. My neck. My breasts. My stomach. He claws at my clothes until they’re nothing but tatters on the cold wood floor.
Then he pulls me into his lap and pushes himself into me.
I cling to his shoulders as my head lobs back. Revealing my throbbing veins to him as his cock fills my body. I’m rolling. Bouncing. Giving myself over to him. I can’t resist it any longer. His smell. His primal masculinity. His craving for me. I whip up and crash our lips together as my knees plant into the mattress, his hands cupping my ass. Rolling me closer into him as his cock pulses against my walls.
My claws come out and sink into the meat of his back. He growls at me, his eyes flashing between ownership and owning. He pushes me to the mattress and scoots my leg over his shoulder as my claws dig deeper. Marking him. Making him mine. Forcing him to stay with me while he fucks me awake.
My juices are dripping down my ass crack, and I can’t stop shivering. He pulls my lower lip between his teeth as they begin to sharpen. He pierces my lip, drawing blood as I gasp.
Then he licks his tongue over it, and I lose all sense of where I am.
He licks my lip, again and again, using his own saliva to close the wound. My world is spinning, and my pussy is throbbing. My back is arching. White-hot pleasure is blinding my vision. I can feel my toes curling, and I can feel my body succumbing to him. He’s pounding into me. Folding me in half as my pussy milks his cock dry. He feels so good. Sebastian feels better than I remembered. My claws fall from his shoulders, and he picks me up, barreling my back into the wall.
“You’re mine,” he growls into my ear. “Always.”
“Yours,” I say whispering. “Always.
I lean forward and reach my tongue out to lick his wounds. I can feel every hair on his body standing on end. I can feel his hands gripping into my hips. Bruising them for the morning as he buries his fingerprints into me. His lips graze down to my shoulder and bite before his tongue rakes over the wound.
It’s all too much.
And yet, somehow still not enough.
I can feel Sebastian burying his howl. The primal need within him to alert everyone in his pack to what he’s doing. The whimper is caught in his throat. His body is shaking as he pounds relentlessly into my body. Sweat is dripping from his forehead as he’s licking wounds closed on my body. My tongue is raking over his skin, and we can’t control ourselves. Juices are dripping to the floor, sweat is flowing, and his tongue grazes over my nipples. Lapping at them and nibbling on them and marking my breasts with bruises left behind by his groping hands.
I hear him whimper again and I crash our lips together, catching the howl just in time for my throat to swallow the sound.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as his cock sheaths itself into me. He stills, and I can feel his cum shooting into my body. Coating me with his final mark as our arms hold one another close. My pussy is throbbing around me as my entire body convulses. Relaxing and tightening, relaxing and tightening. I want to say his name. I want it to fall from my lips. But he’s howling down my throat, and I can’t help the moan that escapes from mine.
Sloppy wet kisses and caresses of our hands are all that remain as we slide to the floor. Sebastian is kneeling with his cock cradled in my body and my legs wrapped around him. Holding him to me. Almost as if I’m still trying to convince myself he’s alive.
That I didn’t really kill him.
“I’m right here, Clarissa.”