Unhallowed (Rath and Rune #1) - Jordan L. Hawk Page 0,65

sent a thrill of delight through Sebastian. His hands lifted, as though he meant to hold onto Sebastian’s arms, but then hesitated.

“You can hold onto me,” Sebastian encouraged. “Use whatever arms you’d like. I promise I’ll tell you if I don’t care for something.”

Ves’s eyes were wild, the rectangular pupils dilated nearly round with lust. Sebastian met his gaze as he began to move. Precome slicked his fingers, and he put it to good use, smearing it across their skin until they slid easily together. Something curled around the back of one thigh, then the other—the two small, lower tentacles, no doubt. Their firm grip sent a rush through him; he’d always loved being held tightly, and there was no denying it felt good now.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Yes, Vesper, you’re amazing, you feel amazing, you—”

Ves cried out sharply, hips thrusting up beneath Sebastian. Hot spend coated Sebastian’s fingers.

He sat back, wrapping his slick fingers around his prick alone, and pumped it vigorously. Within a few strokes, the pleasure crested, and he groaned again as he spilled onto Ves’s chest.

Their breathing slowed gradually. Sebastian offered Ves a warm smile, received a shy one in return. He licked Ves’s seed off his fingers. The flavor wasn’t quite like that of the other men he’d sucked; less bitter but more earthy, with a faint tang that reminded him of chewing on green stems of grass. “Mmm. You taste good. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around your prick and have you come in my mouth.”

Ves blinked, then laughed softly. “I…thank you?”

Sebastian went to the washstand and returned with a cloth to clean up the mess they’d made of Ves’s torso. “You’re very welcome.” He paused. “Would you like me to stay?”

Uncertainty crossed Ves’s face. “Is that safe? Your sister might suspect…”

Sebastian chuckled. “She already knows I kissed you the other day.” At Ves’s shock, he shrugged. “We’ve always been close. Not to suggest we didn’t try to kill one another as children on a regular basis, but even then, if anyone else so much as looked at one of us wrong, the other would come to their defense. And at the moment, I think she rather likes you more than me anyway, since I’m the one who brought the trouble to her door.”

“That isn’t fair,” Ves protested.

“But it is understandable. So, shall I stay, or would you prefer to sleep alone?”

Sebastian’s heart ached at the vulnerability that showed on Ves’s face. “Stay, please.”

“As you wish,” he said, and kissed Ves again.

“May I ask you something?” Sebastian said quietly. His face was clear to Ves in the dimness, though Ves couldn’t guess how much he could see in turn, without his glasses or the ability to see in the dark.

Ves’s mind spun, emotions a tumult. Sebastian, handsome Sebastian, had touched him. Skin to skin. Had made him come, then spent himself all over Ves’s belly. Looked at him with lust instead of revulsion.

His whole world had changed in just a few hours.

“Yes. Of course,” he said.

Sebastian ran a hand over his chest. “You said your family belonged to a cult.”

“And that’s responsible for my condition,” Ves confirmed.

“I wouldn’t call it a ‘condition,’” Sebastian protested. “You make it sound like you’re pregnant, or have tuberculosis.”

“That would be a no on both of those,” he said wryly. “I’ve never been sick a day in my life. And though some of the Young are blessed with multiple organs of generation, I am not among their number.”

Sebastian nodded absently, as though all of this was perfectly normal. Either he had remarkable aplomb, or living in Widdershins had inured him to oddness. “You said earlier that you were born for a purpose. It’s fine if you don’t wish to speak of it—just tell me to be quiet.”

“You’re curious.”

Sebastian propped himself up on one elbow. “Of course I want to know more about you. I like you.” He offered a crooked smile. “I don’t generally invite men back to my room.”

“Oh.” The words set a warm glow in Ves’s chest. “I like you, too.”

“I’d hope so. I’m a very likable fellow.”

Ves laughed. “And humble.”

“That, too. A quality becoming of a librarian.”

“But you’re technically an archivist,” Ves pointed out.

“Damn. You’re right.” Sebastian dropped a casual kiss on Ves’s mouth. “I was a librarian before I finished my degree at Widdershins University, though. History, before you can ask. A good subject for an archivist to know.”

“That makes sense.” Ves tugged lightly on Sebastian and was strangely gratified when the man immediately