Chapter 489: Comfort in the mates way

Clara, Viola thought, recalling the she-wolf from her mother’s memories. She had seen the she-wolf with a toddler more than once, alongside her husband. The boy must have been Gilbert...

"Oh my... he... he’s my cousin, then?" She muttered in disbelief, and her grandparents had killed his family. "I don’t know what to do with this information."

"You don’t have to do anything with it, love. Just let it sit, we’ll handle everything slowly, and if you don’t want to tell him, you can keep it a secret. Whatever you choose, that’s what will happen." Her husband assured her.

"He deserves to know the truth." Viola mused, feeling even more overwhelmed by everything instead of clear-headed.

The new weight of this blood tie settled over everything else she was already struggling to carry. Sebastian felt it, and held her tighter, one hand sliding up her back in slow, steady strokes. The heat of his palm soaked through the fabric of his shirt she wore against her, warming her.

"We will figure things out together," he murmured against her hair, his breath stirring the fine strands at her temple. "We can visit Mooncreek, if you want, and I’ll be by your side through all of it."

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she pressed closer, burying her face against the side of his neck. His skin was warm, slightly damp from standing over the heat of cooking, and she could smell the faint trace of butter and clean body wash mixed with the deeper, familiar scent of him, and it stirred her awake.

Her hands, still flattened against his chest, began to move in small, almost unconscious circles over the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his tank top. The steady thump of his heartbeat pulsed under her palms.

She told herself she was only seeking comfort, allowing herself to sit with everything she felt.

But the moment her hips shifted, and the soft curve of her lower belly brushed the growing hardness beneath his shorts, a low, unexpected pulse of heat flared between her thighs.

Her newly awakened wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin, sharpening every sensation until the simple press of her fuller breasts against his chest sent a soft, aching throb through her nipples.

The thin fabric of her sleep shorts dragged over the thick ridge of him, and the friction made her breath catch, surprised that she could still feel aroused while so emotionally raw.

Sebastian noticed the change at once, the way her breathing deepened against his throat, the subtle roll of her hips that was no longer purely for comfort.

He could scent the shift in her, warm, sweet, unmistakably arousal, and his cock thickened in response, straining against the clothes between them. He’d heard of the maddening pull of arousal between fated mates, and now he was feeling the full force of it himself.

He should stop this. She was emotionally raw and needed comfort. And yet the thought whispered through him that maybe this was exactly what she needed, something physical and consuming enough to pull her out of the spiral. Something that belonged only to the two of them.

His hand at her back slid lower, settling at the curve of her waist, then slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts to touch her bare bottom. The heat of his fingers seeped into her.

Viola felt the restraint in him and, almost defiantly, rubbed against him again, slower this time. She rose onto her toes to meet his height, and the fabric of her shorts dragged over the hard length of him, already damp where she pressed closest.

A quiet, helpless sound escaped her throat. She was wet already, she could feel the slick heat of it between her thighs.

"Seb..." she breathed against his neck, the word half plea, half apology. Her lips brushed the warm column of his throat as she spoke.

He exhaled hard, the last of his resistance fraying. "It’s getting stronger, amor. The mate pull we haven’t felt, all this time is now coming back to us." His voice was rough, vibrating against her mouth. "You’re hurting, and I’m supposed to be comforting you, not—"

"Then comfort me," she whispered, rolling her hips once more, grinding the aching heat of her against the thick ridge of him. The pressure sent a sharp spark of pleasure through her clit. "Please. I need to feel something that isn’t this... this feeling of loss and sadness."

That was all it took.

Sebastian turned them in one controlled motion, lifting her onto the edge of the kitchen island. The cool marble kissed the backs of her bare thighs, a startling contrast to the heat of his body.

He stepped between her legs, the hard plane of his stomach brushing the soft insides of her thighs as he shoved her sleep shorts and underwear down in one impatient tug.

The fabric whispered against her skin before dropping to the floor. Cool air touched the wet heat between her legs for a fleeting second before his hands replaced it, warm and rough-palmed, stroking and spreading her open.

Then his shorts were shoved down just far enough to free his shaft, already hard and heavy, the flushed head glistening with precum that made her blush, aware that they were in the kitchen, out in the open, where anyone who entered would see him, and she prayed no one would come and disturb them.

He moved to the shell of her ear, brushing it with the tip of his tongue. Viola made a soft noise in her throat as he closed his teeth around her earlobe.

He sucked her earlobe gently into his mouth, liking the way she shivered under his touch. He loved the scent of her, the taste of her, and he’d never be able to get enough.

Sebastian kissed his way back to her mouth, one small kiss at a time, until he parted her lips and stroked across her tongue. He loved her tongue. He caught it gently between his teeth, then suckled it softly.

He moved his finger inside her as his lips worked against hers, and then, as though that wasn’t enough, he pulled her hips to the edge of the table and positioned himself.

The thick length of him rested hot against the soft folds of her. He dragged the broad tip through her slick, once, twice, coating himself in her wetness. The slow glide made her hips twitch.

Then he pushed in with a single, deep thrust that tore a broken moan from both of them, and Sebastian looked down.

The sight of his cock disappearing inside her, her folds damp around him, sent his blood and body scalding hot.

Viola’s head fell back, her lips parting on a gasp as he filled her completely, so fully that her mind emptied of every thought, exactly as she’d wished it would, and all she could think about was him, filling her.

The stretch was deliciously intense, made more so by the position, almost too much, her body still adjusting to how sensitive everything had become, to this feeling itself.

She could feel every ridge, every thick inch of him as he sank to the hilt, the heat of him throbbing deep inside her.