Page 99 of In Deep
I’m used to having my sisters around. Perhaps this is why being in a pack appealed to me. I like the noise and the bustle. The constant chat and someone always being here.
I huddle in one of the armchairs, trying to read a book, but in the end the noise of the wind and the voices in my head freak me out completely, and I trot downstairs to the first floor. There are still a few hours before the boys will be back, and so I stand on the empty landing and gaze through their doorways. Then, with my book still in my hand, I walk through into Seb’s room.
It may be my favourite of all the alpha’s rooms, probably because his scent is so rich in here, and just stepping inside has my skin tingling. My body has always reacted most potently to his scent. But also because it isn’t the bare, orderly room I’d expected. This is a room of a man who cares – about his family, about his pack mates, and now about me too.
Photos are pinned across the walls. Some he’s taken with his phone, some with his camera. Photos of his mum and his grandparents. Photos of his pack mates. And a few additions of me. The most recent a black and white shot of me lying against his pillow, peering up at the camera and smiling sleepily.
But my favourite is the large framed photo that hangs in the centre of the room. It’s one of his pack mates sitting in their boat, laughing, the water glistening around them as if they’re floating in some other mystical world. Somehow, it reflects all their personalities. Ollie, stunningly beautiful; Duncan, sensitive and quiet; Zane, cheeky and fun.
I walk around the room, examining each of the photos like I’ve done a million times before, and then I climb into his giant bed and snuggle down into the sheets. It’s hot, and I don’t really need the cover, but I like to be cocooned in his scent, for it to brush against my skin.
I read my book, happier now, less lonely, less frightened. My eyes grow heavy, and I must fall asleep because the next thing I know, a warm body slides into the bed next to me.
“Seb?” I ask, rolling towards him. He wraps his strong arms around me, dragging me towards him.
“Shhh, lass,” he says, “it’s me. You can go back to sleep.”
I wriggle in closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder and sliding my legs between his, and drift back to sleep.
In the morning, he’s still there and I’m still encased in his hold.
“Don’t you have training?” I murmur when I look up and find him awake.
“Yes, but I couldn’t drag myself away.”
“Are you feeling well?” I ask him, yawning and pushing myself up onto my elbows. “That does not sound like Sebastian Thomas talking.”
“It doesn’t, does it?” he admits. “But you looked so peaceful. Ollie persuaded me we’ve been working hard enough and one morning’s rest wouldn’t make or break us.”
“Ollie is a bad influence on both of us.”
“That’s what bloody earls are like. No idea what it’s like for us mere peasants.”
“I think it’s good, though,” I say, sweeping his hair away from his eyes. “You work so hard, you’re so dedicated. You don’t want to burn yourself out. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”
He shakes his head. “I have a responsibility to keep our team and this pack together.”
“But you can share that responsibility.” I stroke his rough cheek. “You know, I’d like to care for you sometimes too.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, eyebrow bobbing up and his eyeline dropping down my body.
I lean down and kiss him and as that kiss deepens, and he tries to flip me over onto my back, I resist.
“No,” I say, “my time to care for you, remember, Alpha?”
“How?” he says, his voice descending lower. “How are you going to care for me?”
I kiss him again, sweeping my palms over his torso until I find the V of muscle at his abdomen. I follow the line until I discover the coarse curls at his groin, and then lower still to his stiff cock. I grasp it in my hands and stroke along his long shaft, twisting my hands when I reach the head.
His head lifts off the pillow to peer down at the work of my hands and I take my opportunity to lift my knee over his body and come to straddle him.
“Hmmm,” he purrs, “I like this.”
“Going to give you more, though, Alpha,” I murmur back, and resting up on my knees, I hover about him, before lowering slowly onto his waiting cock. He watches me swallow him up, watches me sink lower and lower, watches as I come flush against him.
“I want to make you feel good,” I say, feeling him twitch inside me, knocking against my spot.
“You are making me feel good,” he says, reaching up to rest his hands around my waist.
