Page 121 of A Wild Darkness

My stomach clenches as my climax peaks.

Thrust.

“Won’t.”

The bottom half of his body stiffens, and his hips roll deeper, becoming erratic. The trees sway in the wind, and the rain picks up speed. Shivering from both the cold and increased pleasure, I squeeze my eyelids shut while Sebastian buries himself in my neck. My arms wrap tightly around him as we ride out our orgasms together.

“Oh god,” I groan, digging my nails into the back of his leather jacket.

“Stevie…” Sebastian’s growl is barely audible over the downpour.

His body stills, but he remains tucked inside me, warm. A puddle is forming on the ground around us, and all I can think about is going back to Thompson Manor and crawling into the safety of his bed.

“Take me home,” I whisper into his ear.

Sebastian’s lips cover my face with kisses. They linger on my skin, as if he’s breathing me in, desperate to consume all of me. “Do not ever come to a place like this alone again. Especially with the Society still out there. Any one of them could recognize us, risking our lives even more.”

“I’m sorry.” My heart is in a vise. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Sebastian gets off me and stands up. He fixes his pants and buckles his belt. The rain is now pouring down. “We’ll drive back in my car. I’ll send one of the guys to pick yours up.”

“Okay.”

He helps me off the ground, then removes his jacket and puts it around me, followed by his arm. I curl into his chest as we walk the short distance to the parking lot. His car is parked off to the side. I should have been able to see it when I saw him standing at the entrance, but I was blinded by terror.

“Get in.” He opens the passenger door.

We fucked, and it was sweet yet rough, but I can tell by his demeanor that he’s still pissed off.

As soon as we’re on the road, he calls Hayden to send one of the guys to come get my car. When he ends the call, I take it as an opportunity to find out why he scared me the way he did.

“Are you upset with me for leaving?” I ask.

He’s silent, keeping his eyes trained on the highway.

“Sebastian?”

“Yes, Stevie. I am.” His tone is sharp, making me feel like a scolded child.

“I needed to clear my head, okay?” I cross my arms over my chest. “And I should be upset with you for scaring the shit out of me!”

“Fine. I’m sorry for scaring you, but you had to clear your head there?”

“Yeah,” I say. “This weekend was a lot for me. I wanted to feel…normal for a minute.”

“Normal?”

“Yeah, Sebastian.” I turn toward the window. Drops of water race down the glass. “Everything with you and me…and Larry and Pete.”

His forearms flex as he grips the steering wheel. “I get it about the killings, but what do you mean about us?”

“I don’t know.”

“Stevie.”

I run a hand down my wet face, pushing the strands of sticky hair to the side. “I’m having feelings, and I don’t know what they mean or if they’re real. Or if we’re simply trauma-bonded now?”

Sebastian makes me feel things that are uncomfortable, and I don’t know how to handle it. A level of vulnerability that’s foreign to me. He pushes my boundaries while simultaneously forcing the release of sides of myself I’ve never known before. It’s overpowering.