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“So you want me to fuck you hard,” Seb stated, his voice like gravel as his hands restlessly kneaded my hips. He pulled out to the tip, then smoothly plunged back inside.
I choked on a breath, straining back into him and nodding desperately. “Yeah. Yes.”
He groaned, locking an arm around my waist to hold me steady, his big hand splaying over my stomach. His hips started moving faster, then harder until I was jolting on the bed, hot and cold shivers racing over my whole body as he plunged deep. Really deep.
Moans and the occasional whimper escaped me with every frantic breath I took. My cock grew painfully stiff between my legs, and every firm thrust Seb delivered sent it smacking up against the back of his hand until he caught it and pinned it to my stomach with his palm.
I cried out, pushing back into him while also trying to rub my cock against his hand. A finger stretched up and the tip settled directly over my banjo string, lightly stroking as his hips jerked my lower body forward with every hard smack.
“Oh m-my god.” My legs started to shake. When he angled his cock to grind against my sensitive prostate, I shuddered and almost collapsed onto the bed. “S-Seb, I’m gonna come again. I’m c-c-coming…”
He groaned, never once slowing his hips as I tensed up, shaking wildly, then loosed a ragged shout as the pressure broke. My cock shot onto the bed, hole spasming around his thrusting length. A dull ache flared in my balls as I buried my face in the pillow and strained out a moan, my body already starting to sag and grow weak.
Seb’s fingers tightened on my stomach, his thrusts growing wild and erratic. I could feel his big body shaking behind me, and he let out a guttural groan as he stiffened, hips twitching, before he plunged his cock deep and held it there. I felt the base flex as he came, shuddering against me. His fists dug into the mattress to hold himself up as he went limp, heavy breaths fanning over my spine.
“Mmm.” I stretched, then let out a long, sated sigh. “Okay, definitely a break now. I can’t come anymore. For a while, at least.”
Seb chuckled breathlessly, sitting up and cupping my waist as he carefully slid his cock free. “You’re going to wear me out.”
I grinned into the pillow. “Nah. You can def keep up.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of my tail—which I’d honestly kind of forgotten about—before lightly massaging my trembling legs.
“Come on, let’s go take a bath.”
I grinned. “Together, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Mmm, that sounds amazing.” I pushed up onto my hands, shoving my damp hair back. “Hey, do you have any hot chocolate?”
He chuckled, shifting off the bed and holding out a hand to help me up. “No, but I have chocolate. And milk. I’ll make you a proper one.”
My legs were definitely weak and shaky when I stood, but Seb wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me close. I grinned up at him, settling my arms around his neck.
“You’re the best.” Flushing, I shyly added, “I love you.”
Seb’s face softened, his chest heaving with a deep breath. “I love you too, Larkin.”
Epilogue
The New New Guy
Larkin
TWO MONTHS LATER
“So this is your office…” I opened the door and stepped aside so the new guy could go in. “The marketing manager, Taylor, is just across the hall.”
Rafe—Goliaths’ newly hired IT guy—headed inside without saying anything. I crossed my arms and leaned a shoulder on the doorframe, watching him with mild interest as he looked around.
He was a ghoul, like Vince, but aside from the same sickly grey skin tone, there weren’t many other similarities. Rafe was short and wiry, and his long hair was a washed-out blue that was turning green at the ends. A dye job that needed redoing, I figured, especially after I’d noticed him peeking at my hair enviously.
There was a barbell in his right eyebrow, rings in each nostril, and a round silver stud just above his Cupid’s bow. I was pretty sure that piercing was called a medusa. I’d ask Mads to see if I was right.
Holt had interviewed a few people for the position, and I’d been a little shocked when he’d told me he was going with Rafe. Not because of the guy’s appearance—who gave a shit about piercings and stuff?—but because he hadn’t seemed overly… friendly. He was pretty quiet, but not in a shy way. Honestly, he seemed like he could be a little judgy or possibly arrogant to me, but maybe I was wrong. I liked to think I was good at picking up on people’s vibes though, like my mom.
Deciding to test it, I made my tone lightly teasing and said, “You don’t look like a typical IT nerd.”
