"What's going on with you?" Sebastian asked when Bettina turned her back to grab a pan of rolls from the oven. We sat at a glass-topped bistro table in the far corner of the lodge's commercial-grade kitchen, probably used by the staff for their breaks and lunches.
Nobody wanted to talk about pin worms over breakfast, so I shrugged. "Feel weird."
He leaned closer. "You smell delicious. If cinnamon rolls weren't my favorite things, I would take you back to our room and have you for dessert."
"There's nothing wrong with having two desserts." I couldn't in good conscience let him anywhere near my ass again until I knew what was going on back there, but the thought of him sucking my cock like a sweet treat made my cheeks burn even hotter. My erection from earlier threatened to return with a vengeance.
A single word from Bettina cooled my libido. "Drink." She set a glass of ice water before me. "Finish your meal, then go to bed."
"Thank you." I reached for the glass and held it tomy forehead until condensation formed on the outside. It took mere seconds, thanks to the heat rolling off me. I drained the glass and licked the last few drops from my parched lips.
"That can't be good," Sebastian muttered. "Thank you, Bettina."
"I will clean your room this morning." She gave him a sharp nod. "You should take the honeymoon suite."
He opened his mouth to protest, but a quick shake of her head silenced him. "Go. Now. Take the pastries with you."
I slid off the bar seat and groaned when I noticed a trail of wetness across it. I tugged the cloth napkin from beneath the corner of my plate and shoved it around on the seat, hoping to clean up my mess. What the hell was wrong with me?
"Let's get you to bed."
A wave of dizziness hit me when I took my first step toward the door. Sebastian shoved the box of cinnamon rolls at me and scooped me into his arms, rolls and all.
"I'm no damsel in distress." My words sounded slurred. Had someone drugged my food? I glared over Sebastian's shoulder at Bettina, but she was shuttling our dishes from the table to the sink. If she had anything to do with my condition, she didn't let on.
Soon, she was out of sight. Sebastian carried me through the expansive, empty dining room. Instead of turning right, back the way we'd originally come, he turned left toward the lodge entrance. Then, he carried me past it, down a short hallway with only one door.
"We aren't on our honeymoon, either." More slurred words. I didn't have any blood left for brain function.Instead, it throbbed in my engorged cock. Where had my erection come from? I'd managed to keep it down all through breakfast, though looking at Sebastian was enough to send my blood coursing south. Now, it raged to life from his proximity. Fuck, it almost hurt.
Sebastian put me down on the bed with such reverence, I almost cried. He was being so kind, and I was about to gross him out and make him wish he'd never met me.
"I need you to help me check something," I said. "Please don't freak out. I think I might have pin worms."
His nose scrunched up. "Pin worms?"
I hopped up from the bed before I left a wet spot there, too. Waving a hand for him to follow me, I stumbled to the bathroom. It was fucking huge compared to the little one we'd used the night before. Ignoring the way my every movement echoed, I tugged down my pants and underwear and pulled up my sweatshirt. "Can you see them?"
Sebastian sucked in a breath. He stared at my ass for an inordinately long time. Then, he swiped his finger along my crease.
"Don't fucking touch them! That's how you get pin worms!"
"You don't have pin worms." He showed me his finger. The liquid, thicker than water, was clear, like lube. Still, I almost died of embarrassment when he popped his finger into his mouth.
"What are you doing? You're going to make yourself sick!"
"I ate you out a half-hour ago," he reminded me. How had I forgotten that completely? "Tastes fuckingdelicious, and there's plenty more where that came from."
"Please," I whimpered as he disappeared from the mirror in front of me. A second later, I thought I would combust. He licked all the way from the back of my balls to the top of my ass crack, and then he started again on the other side.
"You showered last night," he said, like that was a good excuse to rim me a second time this morning. His tongue speared me open, and I collapsed against the countertop. My hole was already sloppy and loose, but how? What was happening to me?
When I was a kid, the same foster family who had given me pin worms also bred teacup poodles. When their prize female went into heat, my foster mom explained the birds and bees to me, using the dogs as an example.
How ironic was that? Dogs were the least sexy creatures in the world to me, thanks to my foster mom's no-nonsense descriptions. Now here I was, mated to a wolf. Not only that, but I seemed to be … going into heat for him.
The more Sebastian ate my ass, the more I wanted him to continue. I planted my chest on the cool marble and shoved my butt against his face.
"More, please," I chanted.
