“Then play along for the next hour and assume an apology is coming.”
Chapter 20
~ Clarissa
Sebastian slips his hand around my waist and pulls me into him.
My body is pressing against his chiseled form and a heat is creeping up the back of my neck. I can feel everyone’s eyes on us. I can smell their curious scent in the air. Vlad is ordering for us, attempting to assert his dominance over Sebastian. But I can feel his nails burrowing into my skin. Piercing the outer layer and shivering my spine.
I have to clench my jaw to keep it from trembling. The pain ricocheting through my body feels fantastic.
Electric. Like the time Sebastian kissed me.
Sebastian and Vlad talk like old friends. Shooting the shit.
Updating each other on their lives. Sebastian’s talking about his cabin and the hole in it he had to fix. I grin up at him from underneath my eyelashes, and the look he gives me shoots straight to my core. He pulls me into his lap, and I can feel him growing underneath me. His groin pulsing against my body as I straddle his lap. It’s like I’m not even there. Like everyone isn’t staring at us, wondering what Sebastian will do with his mate.
Part of me is worrying that the plan is to fuck me right there in the booth to prove I am his.
And part of me isn’t concerned if that has to take place.
I’m not sure why.
I feel the urge to dip my face into the crook of Sebastian’s neck. His scent is overwhelming. The lust pouring off him sends me into a frenzy. I’m kissing his neck and sucking at his skin.
His claws are protruding, piercing through the fabric of my tight shirt. I don’t have control anymore, and I don’t care. It’s not like me to not care.
But for some reason, I don’t.
Everyone begins to avert their gaze as I grind into Sebastian’s lap. The hold he has on me is electric. His claws. How they vibrate against my body. I can feel my teeth sharpening. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. My lips are poised against his jugular, and I feel the overwhelming sensation to bite down. To mar his skin and pull him from his pants and shove him into my body.
Where is this coming from?
What is happening to me?
“What are you doing?”
“Clarissa, it’s not me. Stay in control.”
“I can’t. What’s going on? Why is this happening?”
“Not now. Later. You have to back off. I can’t hold myself off much longer.”
“Sebastian—”
“Get. Off.”
I force myself to slide off to the side, and I can hear my heart thundering in my ears. Sebastian is panting, and Vlad’s eyes are wide with intrigue. My nipples are puckered, and the fabric of my shirt is torn in the back. The cold air sweeps across my skin and forces my body to cool down. I’m shivering. Shaking violently against Sebastian’s side.
But he doesn’t pull me back.
He doesn’t pull me back into his warmth.
“And here I thought we were going to have a show,” Vlad says.
“Not how I operate,” I say breathlessly.
“Not how you operate with Sebastian? Or not how you operate at all?”