Chapter 559: Mischievous husband

Viola woke to the cool, wet trail of a tongue gliding over her skin.

For a long, hazy moment she floated between sleep and waking, her body still heavy and her mind processing things slower than usual.

The sensation was soft at first, warm breath fanning against her skin and the deliberate drag of a wet tongue just beneath the heavy curve of her breast, then higher, circling the fuller, sensitive flesh where pregnancy had made every nerve ending sharper. Her lower abdomen clenched with desire as the tongue sucked on the tip of her nipple, the warmth of his mouth so delicious she didn’t want it to leave.

The moisture left behind cooled in the air of the bedroom, tightening her skin and pulling a low, helpless moan from her throat before she was fully conscious.

Her eyes fluttered open.

Sebastian’s silver hair was the first thing she saw, his face lowered to her chest, his mouth still working slowly over her skin. He looked up just enough to meet her gaze, his lips glistening with the mischief of what he was doing to her so early in the morning.

"You’re being a cat this early in the morning, hubby..." She whispered, looking down at his handsome face, at the disheveled hair falling over his forehead and the smile curling against his lips.

When he spoke, he whispered it against the damp place he had just kissed and licked. "I’m trying to heal you, amor. You were covered in bruises last night."

Viola’s breath hitched in her throat, caught between a moan and a cry when he bit down on her neck and then sucked on the place tenderly, making her wonder if he was trying to heal her or bruise her with his teeth. Whatever it was, she liked it.

Another soft moan slipped out as his tongue traced the underside of her breast again, then closed over one tight, swollen nipple and sucked hard on it.

The pull was deep and wet, sending a pulse of heat straight between her legs. "I’m no longer wolfless," she managed to say, her voice still rough with sleep. "My body can do the healing on its own now..."

Despite her reminder, her husband only hummed against her skin, the sound vibrating through her breast, and began to move lower, kissing downward over her protruding belly.

The covers had already been pushed aside by now as he moved. Cold air kissed her bare thighs and the soft, rounded swell of her belly as he settled carefully between her legs.

Before she knew what he was about to do, she felt the heat of his breath and the first slow, open-mouthed kiss he pressed to the soft skin of her inner thigh. Then another, higher. Then the wet, deliberate slide of his tongue parting her folds.

Viola’s head fell back against the pillow with a broken sound.

He licked her like a man who had all the time in the world, long, thorough strokes from her entrance up to the swollen bud of her clit, then circling it with the flat of his tongue before drawing it between his lips and sucking gently.

The wet sounds of his mouth working her filled the quiet room. Every pass of his tongue sent sparks racing up her spine; every soft, rhythmic pull of his mouth made her hips try to lift, though the weight of her belly kept her mostly still. Her fingers found his hair, threading through the silver strands as another moan spilled from her throat.

He pushed his tongue deeper, moving it into her in slow thrusts, tasting how wet she already was, before returning to her clit and sucking harder. The dual sensation made her thighs tremble around his head and caused her to grab at his hair.

Sebastian stopped what he was doing to part her folds with his hands, and he said, "I told you not to come out yesterday, but you still came out, risking not just yourself but the babies to fight. Do you know how worried I was that that she-wolf would stomp you to death?" He looked up at her from between her legs, where Viola’s head was muddled and hazy and all she wanted was for him to continue. But he didn’t, and her nerve endings were on the edge.

"Seb... please, don’t stop, we can talk later..." She breathed, her voice cracking as she had been left on the edge of something, but her husband was anything but done talking.

"Will you disobey me next time?" He asked, bending down to lick her, running his tongue once over her wet folds but not going deep enough to please her, and turning to look at her as she bit down on her lower lip.

"If you’re asking me to stay hidden from a fight you’re involved...then I can’t promise." Came her breathy voice, for despite being on the edge, Viola Kade would still remain stubborn and not accept defeat, and Sebastian’s lips turned grim.

"Then you will have to take my punishment, darling. I will take this at my own pace now." He said with a smirk, determined to make her understand just how much she had kept him on edge the whole of last night while she was fighting and he couldn’t interfere, because he had given her his word and wanted her to have her honor and respect in the pack.

However, all of that would have been avoided if she hadn’t come out. Remembering how hard his heart had been thudding the whole time last night, even as he held her to keep her warm after the dreadful fight, Sebastian bent his head and sucked against her warmth, running his tongue in a way that would bring her to the edge but not satisfy her enough.

"Please... keep going. Right there—" she cried out, trying to arch towards his mouth so he would touch her more right there. When he avoided her, Viola began to bring her own fingers down to please herself and stop his torment, but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them at her sides.

"Seb..." She said in frustration.

Sebastian’s low chuckle vibrated against her most sensitive place, the sound sending another jolt through her. "Yes, my love? Are you enjoying your punishment?" He teased her with another kiss there.

"Let go of my wrists." She tried to wrestle them from his grip, but he didn’t budge.

"I can’t have you use your fingers when I am here." He said, changing his position in a way that pulled the blanket completely off the lower part of his body.

Only then did Viola fully register that he was completely naked. He had stripped last night to keep her warm against the winter cold, and now the lean, powerful lines of his body were on full display between her thighs: broad shoulders, the flex of tattooed arms, the heavy, flushed length of his cock already hard and resting thick against the sheets, which made it obvious he was tormenting himself along with her.

The sight alone made her clench around nothing, fresh slick coating his tongue as it slowly licked her.

He gave her one last slow, deep lick that made her thighs shake and brought her even closer to the edge, but then he pulled back. Just when she thought he would leave her like that, he rose over her, bracing his weight carefully on his forearms so he wouldn’t press against her belly.

His mouth found hers in a deep, claiming kiss that tasted of her own arousal. Viola kissed him back hungrily, her arms sliding around his neck, already aching to be filled, aching to have his hardness inside her welcoming body.