Chapter 8

Ada

Iwas surprised I'd been able to fall asleep at all, especially after hearing that creature multiple times near the cave.

But after staring at Sebastian pacing and growling and intermittently making guttural comments and curses to whatever threat lay in wait, I'd drifted off, only to now be woken up shivering and hungry and just in a foul mood.

I blinked open my eyes to stare at the fire, which was still burning steadily in the center of the cave. But I could hear a storm brewing outside, the howl of wind, the screeching of the rain slamming against the rock as if this world were angry with us for just existing.

The sound of the storm echoed in the cavern, and I pulled myself tighter into a ball and closed my eyes again, trying to go back to sleep because we'd start our journey to… wherever we were headed… as soon as the sun set.

A part of me wanted to search the cavern for Sebastian, to ensure he was still here. But I didn't need to see him to know he was close. I could sense him, could feel him watching me.

That alone should've heated me enough to wash away the chills.

It was only a moment after he invaded my thoughts that I heard shuffling, small pebbles being kicked aside. Before I could react, he was lying down behind me, wrapping a thickly muscled arm around my waist, and pulling me in close to the hardness of his chest.

I stiffened on instinct, but his arm was like a band, keeping me close to him.

Sebastian's body heat instantly surrounded me, and I didn't even try and fight the way I softened against him, letting his warmth penetrate the icy chill that had settled into my bones.

"What are you doing?" I whispered tightly, this almost panic in my voice.

It felt way too good to have him this close, and despite trying to keep my composure, my body had other thoughts in mind.

That low simmer of arousal that had never fully gone away started to rise once more.

"I'm taking care of my mate." His fingers curled against my belly, and I swallowed roughly at how good even that felt.

For long moments we didn't speak, and I was highly uncomfortable in my position because my body was tense. This internal awkwardness over the desire I felt for him was messing with my head.

But he didn't try anything inappropriate and, in fact, the way he held me was almost gentle, especially with the way I felt him stroking his thumbs back and forth over my forearm.

I closed my eyes and started counting backward from one hundred, trying to keep sane. But it was impossible with the feeling of him so close.

He leaned in and pushed away the hair from my shoulder. And when his warm breath tickled the side of my throat, when I felt him run the tip of his nose along the curve where my shoulder and neck met, I physically shivered.

The sound of him inhaling, then gruff noises being ripped from his chest told me how much he enjoyed this. I clenched my thighs together as wave after wave of heat and wetness spilled between my thighs.

I wasn't going to survive the situation with how things were progressing. Because I felt like with each passing hour my composure and need to keep distance from Sebastian were slowly being whittled away until it would soon be nothing but a stump.

"You're not playing fair." The words were a whispered breath pulled from my mouth before I could stop them.

His chuckle was low and deep, and the sound was very much that of a satisfied male. He kept running his nose up and down the side of my throat, inhaling deeply. Sebastian moved his hand off my forearm and spread his palm wide over my lower belly.

"When it comes to you, I'll break all the rules to win."

The husky tenor of his voice shouldn't have affected me the way it did. It was a physical, visceral sensation inside of me.

But here I was, silently demanding he never stop, and even arching my back and popping my ass toward him more.

A soft gasp left me as I felt the very hard, very big outline of his erection digging into the crease of my bottom.

"You feel that," he whispered, his warm breath brushing against the shell of my ear. "You feel how hard I am?" He thrust his hips forward, and a seamless moan was pulled from me. "I've been rock-hard since I woke up and you were beneath me, your sweet blood filling my mouth and sliding down my throat."

I made a needy sound and he groaned.

"I can't help myself where you're concerned." He was steadily pumping against me, grinding his cock into my ass at the same time he added pressure to my belly, keeping me rested tightly to him.

"M-Maybe we should focus on ensuring whatever's out there doesn't come in here." My words sounded garbled, broken up. I was pushing them through even though they were the last thing I wanted to talk about.

"Mmm," he hummed and kept dry fucking me slowly, steadily, as if he had all the time in the world.

It was like I'd swallowed sand. Even forming the simplest word was taking all my energy.

He didn't stop, and when I felt his fingers brush the hem of my shirt, pushing the material up, I should've told him to stop.

I didn't.

Of course I wouldn't.

"I can multitask, my sweet girl," he whispered, but it sounded more like a promise of intent.

He pushed my shirt up to my navel, the pads of his big fingers warm and slightly calloused as he skated them along the exposed flesh.

Goose bumps immediately formed, and I parted my lips, letting out a sound that pleased him, because he started sucking at my neck and making the most primal noises I'd ever heard.

"Let me finish what I started."

Oh gods.I knew what he meant.

"Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to?—"

"Keep going." I breathed those two words out. No shame. None at all. Because here I was, pressing my ass back and forth against his hard cock and feeling so much wetness settle between my legs, my inner thighs were slick.

"Mmm, my sweet female. You don't have to do anything but exist and you please me so much." The warm wetness of his tongue pulled another moan from me. "You want to be my good girl, don't you? You want to pleasure me and let me keep going, don't you?"

"Yes," I begged.

"You're doing so good, Ada. So good that I'm harder than fucking steel. So fucking stiff my cock hurts." He hummed. "I'm seeping pre-cum like a motherfucker because all I can think about is burying my face between your pale, freckled thighs and feasting on all that nectar that's spilling for me until you get off and soak my face."

Holy shit. His dirty talk was going to make me go over the edge.

"I can smell all that honey spilling from that tight fucking pussy." He bit the side of my throat, his fangs so sharp that a sting settled where he nibbled on me. "I bet you taste even sweeter."

I tugged on my lip to stifle the wounded-animal-like sounds that were surely going to be pulled from me.

"You want that, Ada? You want to please me and let me do all the filthy fucking things I've envisioned doing to my mate?" More biting, more thrusting… just more. "I promise I'll make you feel so good. So fucking good you'll never want me to stop."

I tipped my head back and found myself turning it in his direction.

"Look at me," he demanded.

I forced my eyes open and stared into his glowing red ones. He moved his other hand around my body and moved that big palm around my throat, adding slight pressure so the threat of my oxygen getting cut off was very real.

And it made me wetter.

Sebastian was panting, huffing and puffing like he'd run a marathon, like he couldn't catch his breath, and it was all because he was touching me.

Our mouths were so close that our breathing coexisted as one. I felt the incessant urge to lean in that last inch and press my lips to his, to ease this ache that was painful.

"Do you want that, sweetheart? Tell me you do."

"I…" I moaned and felt my eyes become hooded when he slipped his hand under the waistband of my pants, not going as low as I wanted, but the promise of his touch so close to that part stole any words from me.

"Giving you pleasure makes me feel so fucking good. I'd rather eat out your cunt all night long than get off." He moved his hand another inch lower. "Open for me."

I felt his voice vibrate against my mouth and tipped my chin up, a silent invitation for more.

"If you'd let me, I'd spread your legs and worship your pussy with my mouth."

I was so embarrassed by the sounds I was making, and the way I kept pushing my ass back and grinding it against his dick. But he was so hard. So big that there was no way I could stop myself.

I felt so tiny compared to him. And the more I thought of him trying to push that massive length into my body not only terrified me but excited me to the point I felt delirious.

I parted my legs as much as I could given the positioning, but it was all he needed.

Sebastian speared his hand fully between my thighs, a grunt of pleasure leaving him when he came across all my wetness.

"Jesus Christ. You're fucking soaked." He slipped a finger on either side of my pussy lips, sliding them down before moving them back up and pinching my clit on the upstroke.

I shivered and found myself gripping his wrist. His hand was still around my throat, my nails now digging into his arm as if that was the only thing keeping me stable.

"You're going to come for me like the good girl you are." He ran the pad of his index finger around my pussy opening, and my inner muscles clenched, wanting something substantial shoved deep inside.

When he moved his fingers back up my slit to circle my clit, I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood. He pinched the bundle of nerves between his forefinger and thumb, gently rubbing them together so that sparks of pleasure exploded in me and there was no way I could stay sane.

"Now," he growled against my mouth, his lips pressed to mine although he wasn't kissing me.

We were panting harshly as I gave him what he demanded.

My pussy convulsed and my body seized, the pleasure taking hold of me from the inside out. The ecstasy broke off into a million different pieces of light and sound and exquisite sensation.

And just as that pleasure peaked, I found myself pushed onto my back, my legs spread as far as my pants allowed, and Sebastian relentless as he rubbed my pussy and brought me fully over the edge.

"Sebastian…" His name was a strangled sound, but I was too lost in the sensations to care or feel embarrassed that I'd called out his name as I came.

"Mmm, that's it, sweetheart. Gods, you please me more than anyone else."

I arched my back, my breasts thrust outward, my nipples so hard they ached. He made another juicy curse right before he added more pressure to my lips and thrust his tongue inside my mouth.

I felt like a kitten as I latched on to his tongue and sucked, mewling because his flavor washed over my taste buds. He was addicting, the taste of him spicy and purely masculine.

It was the most potent thing I'd ever tasted, and I knew I'd never get enough.

And when he gently pushed the tip of his finger into my pussy, I felt another explosion reach the heights of my consciousness.

He groaned, his cock so hard against my hip as he kept thrusting against me. Back and forth. Back and forth.

His huge body shook a second before he broke away, tipped his head back, and made the most masculine, ecstasy-filled noise I'd ever heard.

Holy shit, he was coming and we weren't even having sex.

I was riveted to the sight of him, to the sinew and tendons popping out under his golden skin as he strained, to the way his fangs elongated right before my eyes.

I was just coming down from my high, relaxing against the cavern floor, when he opened his eyes and looked down at me.

The red bled out to his natural color, his mouth still parted as he sucked in great lungfuls of air. He still had his hand between my thighs, his thick finger wedged inside my pussy.

A small sound of distress left me when he pulled his finger out and held it between us, the middle digit slick with my pussy cream and sliding down the length.

I felt my face heat as he brought it to his mouth and dragged his tongue along the length, lapping up the arousal that he'd pulled from my body. He moaned as if it were the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

"So good." He sucked his middle finger into his mouth before pulling it out with a resounding pop. He slid the hand that was around my throat up to my jaw, gripping me tightly and slanting his mouth against mine.

The first taste of his tongue as he forced it between my lips was a mixture of both of our flavors. The act was lewd, and I never wanted him to stop.

"We're doing that every single night. But next time," he murmured as he pulled slightly away, breaking the suction of our mouths as he stared into my eyes. "Next time I'll be drinking straight from the source, sweetheart."

I should have thought of something to say, but I was sated and depleted of energy and felt my eyes become heavy with sleep.

Sebastian got this very satisfied expression on his face before it softened and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

"Who knew a monster like me could get the girl of his dreams."

My throat tightened at that, but before I could respond—if I'd even been able to—he kissed me so softly on the lips that it went against the very hardness that always seemed to surround him.

"Sleep, Ada," he murmured and adjusted me so I was sprawled on his chest and off the hard ground. "Sleep and let me watch over you."

I will not fall for him. I will not fall for him.

Damn it. I think I'm already starting to.