Page 65 of Blood of a Huntsman

Wordless

Cat had a code. A rule about the people around her. Back in Stormhall or here, she just didn't shit where she slept. It was common sense. The problem was that after sex, men expected more sex, or a clear break-up speech. Cat wasn't against repeating good sex, of course, but good sex was hard to come by. Most of the time, it was either boring or average. She was done after one night. Breaking up with a guy who lived just one floor below her was messy. A mess she couldn't afford.

But she wanted him. Simple. So she brought him upstairs and resumed their embrace.

The moment his hands touched her thighs, all words got stuck in her throat. She gasped as Sebastian inched his fingers up the hem of her skirt while exploring her lips leisurely, as though he had all the time in the world.

She shifted on the sofa to straddle his lap, looking down at his face, her hands on either side of his neck. His eyes were bright red. Hungry. Thirsty. With so much desire in his gaze, she would have expected him to rush, to pull his dick and stuff it right inside her. Instead, he kissed the line of her collarbone while caressing her thigh.

Cat opened the buttons of his light blue cotton shirt one by one, revealing every inch of his hard chest.

"This means nothing," she said, finally.

Sebastian chuckled against her shoulder, wordlessly biting the collar of her dress and pulling it down with his teeth.

She needed him to accept her terms. He had to agree it was just some no-strings-attached fun before it was too late.

"I mean—"

I mean it.That's what she was about to tell him. But his lips closed over the top of her breast, and he brushed down the strap of her bra, lowering the cup and wrapping his mouth around her nipple. Then, he sucked.

Words were overrated.

His tongue darted out, circling her sensitive flesh, until she was nothing but a spineless, moaning form curving into his touch. Cat whined when his mouth left her breast, but she was quick to shut up. Bash kissed down her stomach, hands on her hips, pulling her dress up. He flipped her around, laying her on her messy bed, and knelt at the edge, kissing her hipbone and then her inner thigh.

Then he laughed, looking up at her.

"Bunnies?"

Cat glanced down and almost died of embarrassment. Damn, she'd forgotten she was wearing white cotton panties with bunnies on them. She had fancy lace underwear, black or red silk, and also the occasional cute cotton shortie, but she didn't pay much attention to what she put on in the morning. Unless she actually planned on getting laid.

"A gentleman would have ignored that."

"Good thing I'm no gentleman. You know, Catherine, sometimes I think I might like you. I definitely like your mouth, and your breasts, and your ass." As he talked, the infuriating man edged around her panties, his fingers teasing her. She felt her insides contract, needing more, needing him to touch her right there. "But this underwear," Sebastian said, hooking his fingers at each side and pulling them down, "I actually love."

He slid them down her legs and gathered the panties in a fist before putting them in his pocket.

"You're not taking those."

"Stop me," he challenged, before diving face first at her pussy.

She might have tried, if her entire body hadn't frozen and then curved as she moaned. Fuck, he was good. Great. Sebastian's tongue was focusing on her clit, pushing it, licking it, while two fingers curved inside her. A trail of curses escaped Cat's lips. In Italian. Or maybe French. She couldn't tell. But she was shouting. Cat wasn't usually that vocal.

She brought her pillow to her mouth and bit down, self-conscious. It muffled her scream, but she couldn't stop fidgeting, trying to get closer and attempting to flee all at once.

"Oh, no, no, no. I don't think so." Sebastian emerged, but kept his fingers inside her, and replaced his mouth with his thumb, still toying with her. "The pillow goes. Or I stop."

If he stopped, she might die. And she'd definitely kill him.

With a groan, she threw the pillow down on the floor and winced, panting and doing her best to remain silent.

Sebastian moved up the bed, his right hand staying at the apex of her thighs, and returned to her breast—the left one this time.

"Scream for me, pretty girl."

His maddening fingers on her clit and inside her changed rhythm, pushing harder, and his mouth around her sensitive chest sucked and nibbled harder. Cat panted and moaned, writhing, needing air, until she crashed down the edge of a cliff she hadn't even seen coming.

Fuck. This wasn't supposed to be so good. She'd never come with a man touching her. Her wand and vibrators? Sure. But guys weren't supposed to actually know what to do with a female body. Especially guys his age. Sebastian must have had a great deal of practice, and she was grateful for his mastery in the art of sex. Grateful enough to crawl to him as soon as she was capable of moving and hook her fingers around the belt of his chinos.

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