Chapter 9- I want you
“Sebastian!” I cried out.
I winced as I stood. A corner of the frame had caught the left side of my back. Sebastian must have heard my cry because he turned to look at me. His blue eyes stared at me from within his beast, regret flashing through them.
I quickly glanced at Caspian, his mouth agape at the scene in front of him. Sebastian’s clothes laid in tatters around the room.
“Shift back, Sebastian,” I whispered, glaring at him and trying not to wince as I rolled my shoulder.
Surprisingly, he did.
He stood in all his glory, glaring right back at me. Bless the Moon Goddess, he was beautiful. I wanted to run my eyes all over his body but my anger kept my eyes on his.
“What the hell, man?” Caspian admonished.
I didn’t want to look away but Caspian was now beside me, checking my arm. It was nothing. I was probably sporting a bruise but the pain would be gone in an hour. One of the many perks of being a wolf. He moved to check my back beneath my shirt but Sebastian’s growl stopped him.
“Take your hand off her,” he demanded, the alpha tone reverberated through the room.
Caspian grunted as he fought the command, but in the end, he conceded. Caspian wasn’t an alpha, maybe a beta in the future, but never an alpha. He dropped his hand from my shoulder and adjusted the towel around his waist.
“Leave,” Sebastian growled.
Caspian moved to leave but I laid my hand on his shoulder.
Sebastian followed my hand, eyes narrowing.
“You’re not leaving.”
“I don’t know, Lala. I think I should.”
I shook my head, looking away from Sebastian. “Stay. Finish getting dressed,” I said, picking the clothes off the floor and handed them to him. “Sebastian and I will take our conversation elsewhere.”
I grabbed another towel from the restroom and tossed it to Sebastian. I stormed out of my room, sidestepping the broken door, not bothering to see if he followed me out. The small crowd at the top of the stair somehow didn’t surprise me. Their eyes followed me to Sebastian’s room. I ignored them and waited for my mate to arrive. I stood in the darkened room, looking out the floor to ceiling glass wall. The sea of trees calmed my racing heart.
My head felt like it was about to explode. A headache had slowly crept up on me. I growled and yanked the tie from my hair, allowing my long tresses to fall at my back and quickly massaged my scalp.
I was wrong to take Caspian back to the room. I knew that, but I hadn’t expected Sebastian to tear the door down. My anger at him had pushed me to make a stupid decision. Caspian may not have been my mate but he was always going to be one of my closest friends. I needed to find a way for them to coexist in my life.
A loud growl brought me back to the present. Sebastian had ordered everyone to scatter. A soft click of the door told me he was in the room with me but I would have known without it. My blood sang every time he was near.
“Lyla,” he called.
I ignored him and continued to stare out his back wall.
“I don’t understand why you’re giving me the silent treatment. I didn’t do anything wrong,” he huffed.
I whirled around, eyes blazing. “You don’t think you did anything wrong?”
“No,” he answered genuinely as he moved a couple of steps closer.
I scoffed. “I get that you were upset that I had my own opinions on half-breeds, especially with your history with them, but that didn’t mean you could let your harem of she-wolves have free reign over your body.”
He blinked as if he hadn’t known what he was doing.
“Cut the shit. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“Fine,” he sighed, resigned. “I was angry and I retaliated in a way I knew would get your attention.”
“How can you be angry when you did the exact same thing with your ex? What were you planning on doing in your room with him if I hadn’t shown up?” he asked, trying to contain his anger.
I threw my hands up in exasperation. “He was showering! It’s not like I was fucking him,” I said crudely.
Sebastian growled, not liking the imagery.
I moved a few steps closer to him. “The only reason he was in my room was that he doesn’t have a room here and you kicked him off pack land. He’s staying all the way out at my old hotel.”
“It looks like I was right to do it. First chance you got and you had him in your room,” his chest heaved as he threw the words at me.
I was thankful the rooms were soundproof. The pack didn’t need to hear this.
“Nothing was going to happen,” I yelled. “I shouldn’t have taken him there, I’m sorry, but you didn’t have to act like a barbarian and kick down the door.”
His blue eyes bore into my own, willing me to see things his way. We stood face to face, inches apart. I broke eye contact, taking in his lips then the rest of him. My eyes soaked in the view of his body and my mouth salivated at the grooves and shadows of his abdomen, which led to a perfect v that disappeared behind the well-secured towel at his waist.
My gaze flicked back to his. Lust filled eyes met my own. Without a second thought, our lips collided. A sensuous growl left his chest. My throaty moan answered.
My teeth grazed his bottom lip. His heart skipped a beat. My body lifted against him, his hands eagerly cupped my bottom, holding me to him. I wrapped my legs around him, breaking contact with his mouth only to allow him access to my neck. Heat filled kisses left a trail of pure bliss.
I whimpered and grabbed hold of his hair, tangling my fingers within.
“You’re mine,” he breathed.
“Yours,” I whispered, unable to give volume to my voice.
He tossed me onto his bed, his gorgeous body covering mine. My hands found his bare back and greedily roamed across his skin, eager to learn every groove and crevice. My fingers reached the edge of the towel that covered his lower half. Without a second thought, I yanked it away.
Sebastian growled in response.
Before I knew it my shirt and jeans were gone, leaving me in only my underwear. I wasn’t wearing anything fancy, just boyshorts and a matching bra; but the look on Sebastian’s face, as his eyes ravished me, made me feel like I was the only women in his world.
We stopped moving and just stared at each other.
“Sebastian?” I asked.
“Are you sure you want this? Right now?”
I could see how difficult it was for him to have stopped and asked me that.
As my heartbeat slowed, and conscious thought entered my sexually muddled mind, I began to see straight.
“I want this, Sebastian. I want you, but we should wait. We still have so much to talk about and so much to figure out before we take this step.”
He took a deep breath and nodded stiffly before moving away from me. I stayed immobile on his bed, giving him time to put clothes on.
After giving him a minute, I found my own and avoided his gaze. The attraction between us was definitely there, that wasn’t what we needed to work on. I took my position by the glass wall again and allowed myself to find the ground beneath my feet. I inhaled deeply, allowing his scent to overwhelm my senses.
“You shifted, Sebastian. You lost control,” I said rubbing my shoulder, the pain nearly gone.
His face fell. “I’m sorry. That hasn’t happened in years. I’m ashamed it happened in front of you and that I hurt you. It will never happen again,” he vowed.
And I believed him.
I nodded. He released the breath he’d been holding as he collapsed onto an armchair. “I’m sorry I reacted that way. It’s just when Matthew told me that you requested clothes for Caspian and were both in your room, I kind of lost it. It didn’t help that when I reached the house, the pack was whispering about how you led him to your room by the hand.”
It was my turn to apologize. “And I’m sorry for doing that in the first place. When he told me you weren’t allowing him to stay on pack land I kind of lost it. I found that out a little after your display with the women.”
“But why that reaction for him?” Sebastian asked.
“He’s my friend. One of my closest.”
He thought on that for a minute. “Can you honestly say you feel nothing for him?”
I held in a breath.
“I thought so,” he said, more to himself than to me. “Tell me this. Was he able to keep you from shifting earlier?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Just answer the question, Lyla. Did he?”
He was watching me closely. This answer mattered to him.
He shut his eyes and leaned further into the chair, slouching a bit.
“Why is that important?”
He didn’t answer the question.
“Do you want him, Lyla?”
I moved to stand in front of him and got onto my knees. I took his hands into my own. “No,” I answered resolutely. “I want you.”
He caressed my face and sighed. He stood and offered me his chair. I sat at the edge of my seat and watched him pace.
“I’ve never been in a relationship. I may be older but I have no experience with this. I’m at a disadvantage here. I’m going to need you to be patient with me.”
“I can do that.”
He fiddled with his shirt. “It seems I have quite a bit to apologize for. I reacted childishly earlier when you gave your opinion about half breeds. You knew nothing of the history of my parent’s deaths.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. I hope, one day when you feel up to it, you tell me that story.” I took a breath. “And I don’t want you to think that my belief in integrating half-breeds into our society makes me not want to get justice for what happened to your family.”
There I said it.
“We can talk about it,” he said slowly as if it hurt him to even consider the idea, but he would, for me.
I jumped into his arms. “Thank you.”
Somehow we’d find a way to make us work.