Page 150 of The Gods Forbid

Before I could ask how, Sebastian was pushing up the fabric of my dress, using the slit up the leg to get to me faster. His hands slid over my hips, tucking under the band of my underwear and twisting it off.

My heart jumped into my throat, my limbs growing heavy. This wasn’t the first time we’d done this, but I felt far more sensitive right now.

“I’m here,” Sebastian said again, and I didn’t realize how much I’d needed the reminder until he said it. My hands twisted in his hair, pulling him closer.

Sebastian chuckled against me, the vibration flooding my senses with warmth. He looked up, taking hold of my eyes so tightly I wasn’t sure I could ever look away. “I’m here,” he repeated one more time, before flattening his tongue against me.

My back bowed off the floor, my eyes wrenching shut at the sensation. He focused his tongue on my clit, and when his fingers brushed my entrance, I felt fresh tears build in my eyes.

I could barely make out the low praises he was muttering against me, carefully working me higher and higher while still drawing out the pleasure. Even he knew how close I was to release.

His other hand gripped my ass, lifting my hips higher and cementing his mouth more firmly to me. When his lips wrapped around the apex of my thighs and sucked, I was pretty sure I blacked out for a second.

My broken whimper sounded distant in my own ears, like I wasn’t fully connected to my body. The sensation only grew when Sebastian didn’t let me rest, continuing his torture even as I squirmed and writhed.

“One more,” he said against me. “Until you forget.”

Even though there was a second where I didn’t know if I could, I knew that Sebastian would eventually pull another orgasm from me. There wasn’t any doubt.

So, I gave myself over to it, focusing on the fact that he was alive and here and with me, and refused to let go of him for the rest of the night.

Chapter 37

Sebastian

Our friends apparently were smarter than I gave them credit for.

Very wisely, no one bothered to come check on us until the next morning. Incredibly well-timed, too, seeing as we’d spent most of the morning in the shower.

Persy had clung to my back when I tried to rise from bed, absolutely refusing to let me go.

I’d be a right fucking idiot if I complained about that. Though she had energy and pain to work through, my own adrenaline and fear had barely ebbed.

I didn’t even care that I’d almost died. I cared that she’d almost been hurt.

By the time we left Persy’s bedroom to greet our guests, Persy was behind me, her hands wrapped around my chest, and matching my steps with her own.

“Oh, fucking hell, can you not?” Adrian said, slapping a hand up to cover his eyes. Reyna smothered a laugh under her hand—poorly, I might add.

“I’m afraid this is going to be the best you get,” I said, running my hand over the back of Persy’s palm where it was flattened to my chest.

I could feel her lift up on her toes, her body scraping against my back in a way that would make this situation much worse for her brother.

“I haven’t really let go of him,” Persy said over my shoulder. While her brother didn’t need to know that I’d made very good use of that fact, it was true. “And I don’t really plan on doing so any time soon.”

My heart slammed into my rib cage like it was trying to work it’s way out of my skin and into her hands.

Adrian dropped his hands slowly, like he wasn’t convinced we weren’t about to start stripping in front of him. By the time he did, Persy had dropped back onto her heels, so he could really only see her hands and the top of her head from behind me anyway.

Adrian looked uncomfortably at Reyna, silently begging her to come save him.

She laughed, running a hand down his arm. “Adrian, baby, you should be happy for your sister.”

“But did she have to pick him?” He shoved his hand toward me dramatically.

“Adrian, don’t say that or I’m going to have to hit you,” Persy shot back, her words muffled against the space between my shoulder blades.

I grinned, and some might have called it a wicked one. “She said she’ll hit you if you say anything bad about me,” I said, my voice clear.