His hands guided my hips at first, teaching me how to move my body in motions that pleased us both. Luckily for him, I was a quick learner. I allowed my eyes to flutter closedand based my movements off of pure sensation as I rode him, grinding my ass against his thighs on the downbeats.
“I will never get enough of this,” Sebastian growled. Once I got into a rhythm, he moved a hand to my nipple, pinching and twisting it between his fingers. I leaned back, taking him deeper, but keeping my motions steady as I rocked my hips.
Sitting upright, he wrapped an arm around me while I continued to bounce on him. He trailed his tongue over my nipple, and I cried out from the added ecstasy. My jewels twitched, my magic threatening its release as lust fortified within me.
“I can't wait to feel you coming around my cock,” he moaned breathily, watching as he let me use his body. “Then when you're finished, I’ll spill myself inside of you, claiming you as mine.”
The filth of his words pushed me close to my climax, and I savored the feel of him moving inside me before he made good on those intentions.
Sebastian wedged his hand down between us, using my wetness as lubrication to massage a single finger over my clit, teasing me.
“Stop,” I begged, knowing if he kept doing what he was that I wouldn't last.
“Do you really want me to stop?” he teased, his voice an airy whisper. He halted the movement of his finger, letting it linger over the most sensitive part of me.
“No,” I whined, still rocking my hips on the length of him. “I just don't want this to end.” I bit my lip, missing the roll of his fingers taunting me.
Sebastian smirked knowingly. “Don't worry, baby. I plan on having you more than once tonight.”
I rolled my head into the crook of his neck and tried to hold my orgasm from breaching, but it claimed me explosively, and I screamed out in pleasure as my muscles tightened around him.
Sebastian sucked my lips into another kiss as I rode him through the waves of my climax. His body shook and he moaned into our kiss as he found his own release, doing to me exactly what he said he would.
My hips slowed, and I pulled myself off of him when he finished. I threw myself down on the bed alongside him, both of us panting to catch our breath.
He turned his head towards me, smiling. “Fuck, I love you.”
“And I love you.”
“Seb!Get up now or I'm coming in.” Sawyer's voice bellowed as his fist pounded on the door.
Sebastian and I had dozed off in each other's arms after round two. We lay exposed on his bed. There was no point in putting our clothes on just to take them off again.
Our eyes shot open in response to Sawyer’s yelling. I wondered if he'd been knocking for a while.
Sebastian sat up and groaned. “Ugh. What do you want, Sawyer?”
Sawyer took his response as an invitation and used his water magic to unlock the door. He didn't give Sebastian or I any time to cover up before he barged into the room, donning his full set of chest armor with a sword sheathed against his black leathers.
“What the fuck, man?” Sebastian cursed, throwing a quilt over me. I scrambled to hide my fully exposed body with the fabric.
Sawyer's voice was droll. “Oh relax, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Well, mostly nothing I haven't seen before.” He smirked in my direction.
I rolled my eyes, my cheeks flushing as I pulled the blanket tighter around myself.
Sebastian jumped out of bed, swiping his battle leathers from the floor, tugging them on and then grabbing Sawyer by the shoulders to turn him away from me.
“Get dressed.” Sebastian looked back at me as he directed Sawyer out of the room.
I did as he said then sat on the edge of his bed, gazing out the window while I waited for him to return. It was still dark outside. The stars were sprinkled throughout the night sky, sparkling arrogantly, aware that they were responsible for embellishing the twilight. I completely immersed myself in the view—in the philosophy of the cosmos. I imagined the vibrant colors of starlight that formed the galaxies surrounding us. How could such beauty exist without ever being seen by the mortal eye?
I suddenly got excruciatingly jealous of Blythe.
My fantasy was destroyed as Sebastian and Sawyer erupted into the room, both of their faces much too serious for my liking.
“Throne room. Now,” Sawyer demanded.
Sebastian dropped to his knees in front of me, tying my boots around my ankles.
