Chapter 11

(**Irina’s POV**)

**Mature Scene**

I know in the back of my mind that what I am doing is wrong. Now isn’t the time for sex, but I want to feel alive again. I want to feel Sebastion’s hands all over my body, causing those sparks to erupt all over my skin. I want to feel my blood pulse through my veins as need blossoms in my core. Only Sebastion can do that for me. I fist my hands in his hair and bring my mouth to his with so much pent up passion, that I am surprised we didn’t spontaneously combust on the spot.

I want Sebastion to make my mind shut off to everything but this moment in time. I know his body is on board with mine. I can feel his erection through the silk of my panties. He isn’t wearing a shirt under his cotton robe, this makes me hope he isn’t wearing briefs either. I pull back from the kiss to drag in a deep breath, and the look in Sebastion’s eyes makes my heart pound.

“If you keep this up, Irina, I will not be able to stop,” Sebastion says to me.

“Then don’t stop. Make me forget the rest of the world tonight,” I tell him. Then I fist my hands in his hair again, bringing his lips back to mine.

That was all it took for him to lose control. Sebastion lifts me up and then reverses our positions, me on my back with him between my thighs. As he does, his robe moves and I can feel his smooth skin against my legs, letting me know I was right. He is naked underneath his robe. My mate sleeps naked. Oh, fuck yes.

Sebastion pulls his mouth from mine so he can kiss a line down my neck. When he reaches my marking spot alarms start ringing in my head. No, don’t mark me yet, I am not ready for that step. I don’t have to worry for long that he is going to mark me, the soft butterfly kisses he places on my neck make my mind fog. The tenderness to his kisses melts me. This man has many layers.

Just when I think he is going to ravish me, Sebastion turns to tenderness instead. I let my head fall back on the sofa. A moan escapes my lips as I feel one of his hands on my outer thigh, gliding up to my hip then back down to my thigh. He places his other hand on the sofa next to me, then he pushes his body up so he is looking down at me. Sebastion licks his lips, moves his hand off my thigh to my shoulder, then pushed the silk robe from my shoulder. His eyes roaming over my chest.

I gasp in surprise when he sits back on his knees, my fist thought was he was pulling away, changing his mind. I am proven wrong as he brings both hands to my breasts, stroking them through the thin silk of my nightgown. I arch my back and moan as he strokes one nipple with his thumb in a circular pattern, over and over, while kneading the other in his large palm.

I can feel the wetness gathering in my silk panties. Sebastion’s nostrils flare as he smells my arousal, a deep growl letting me know he likes what he smells. His brown eyes are locked on mine as he plays with my nipple. I reach up both of my hands to stroke his smooth bare chest, a chest free of hair, that is a solid wall of muscles. Sebastion moves his hands to the straps of my nightgown, then he pulls the top lower to reveal my breasts, I let out a gasp as the rooms air hits my erect nipples.

“Sebastion,” I whimper as he leans down to flick his tongue over my nipple. His other hand goes back to kneading my other breast. The feel of his skin on mine makes me shudder in pleasure as the sparks erupt everywhere he touches me.

He sucks my nipple into his mouth, fluttering his tongue over it as his other hand leaves my breast to stroke down my body. Please let him go lower to where I want to be touched. I want his hands all over my body, but I need him to touch me where I am on fire the most. I lift my hips against him, hoping he will take the hint and go lower. He bites my nipple, causing a moan to rip from my mouth from the shock.

“Patience, Irina, I have all night to explore your body. I will get where you want me to be soon enough,” Sebastion growls around my breast.

His free hand slides my nightgown up to expose my bare stomach, then with a swift motion he lifts me up so he can remove my robe and nightgown, leaving me in my silk panties. His hungry eyes rake down my body, the predatory look in his eyes letting me know his wolf is very close to the surface. I can feel Anya reaching out to Sebastion’s wolf, Aries.

I shudder as his hands caress my hips, stomach, the soft skin under my breasts before he brings his lips down to follow the path of his hands. I slide my fingers into his silky hair as he kisses a trail down my body. Each kiss takes him lower, making me tremble in anticipation. After each kiss, he blows his fiery breath over my skin, making goose bumps rise all over.

When his lips touch right above the waistband of my panties, I arch my back and let out a throaty pur as he gets closer to the center of my fire. The anticipation of his mouth over my core has me breathing heavily and griping my hand in his hair, my nails scraping his scalp. I lift my hips for Sebastion as he grips my panties to pull them down.

The growl that bubbles up in his throat has me opening my eyes to look up at him. His eyes have gone onyx, his wolf is right at the surface, yet I can see he is struggling for control of his beast. I don’t want that control. I want reckless abandon, so I reach my hand down to stroke my index finger down the length of his erection. Oh, the soft silky skin made me gasp as need surged through me.

“I want you, Sebastion,” I whisper to him.

(**Sebastion’s POV**)

Irina’s words drive me crazy with lust. I push Aries to the back of my mind and slam the barrier between us closed. I want to be in full control when I take this woman for the first time. He can howl at me all he wants, this is my time with Irina, and he will get over it. I stare at her sex as it is revealed to my eyes after I remove her panties, then I rake my eyes up to hers as I lick my lips.

Her ice-blue eyes are wide, her lips are kiss swollen, and her breathing is heavy as she stares back at me. I know tonight is a bad idea, but right now I don’t fucking care. I scoot back then lower on the couch, spread her thighs wide, then lean down to blow my breath over her core. The moan that comes from her makes me flick my tongue out over her wet folds.

That was all it took for me to lose control again. I tasted her sweet nectar, and I am lost in her. I feed at her sex like a starving man. I feel like I am drowning in her as her moans and panting breaths fuel my desire for more. Her nails digging into my scalp, adding pain to the mix that makes me keep going. Then I feel her body jerk as her orgasm rips through her. I slip a finger into her hot core, feeling how tight she is, moving it in and out of her silky heat to build her pleasure up again.

“Sebastion,” Irina moaned my name, and I am on cloud nine. The sound of my name being moaned by her is so fucking sexy.

When her second orgasm hit, I wait until the ripples fade, then I sit up to look down at her. “I am going to enter you now, are you ready?” I ask her as I stare down at her.

Irina opens her eyes, then nods at me, her lower lip between her teeth. With one hand I guide my throbbing erection to her entrance, I take a deep breath before I enter her slowly, then my eyes slam shut as I feel her grip me at every inch. Holy fuck. I stop for a moment as I fill her completely, the sensation of her tight core gripping me is enough to make me almost orgasm right there.

After I breathe down my release, I pull back then thrust forward again slowly. I make love to my mate as she whimpers, moans, and writhes beneath me. I kiss, lick, and bite the soft skin of her neck and breasts. My entire body is on fire. A fire that I have never experienced before and one that I want to continue to fuel the flames of until we are both left as cinders.

Irina tightens her legs around my waist, bucks her hips, then we roll off the couch to land with a heavy thump on the floor. She wastes no time as she straddles me, bringing me once again deep inside her core. Holy fuck, this woman is amazing. I bring one hand up to the long column of her throat, then to rest on her collarbone, as my other hand grips her hip as she rides me.

I fucking love that she took control, letting her desire take over as she takes our lovemaking to a different level. Having her put me where she wants me makes my desire for her ramp up a notch higher. I can feel myself getting closer to my release, but I don’t want it to end just yet, so a flip her back over onto her back after she reached another orgasm.

I lift both her hands over her head as I slip back into her. This time I am not gentle as I thrust deep. I want her to feel what she is doing to me. I want her to see my control slipping as slam into her. Her nails raking down my back lets me know that this is something she wants. Irina wraps her legs around my hips, her head thrown back as she lets out a growl, the expression of pure pleasure on her face making me go harder.

Her nails slice through the flesh on my back as she hits her peak again, tightening around me like a vice, sending me over the edge. Aries is fighting harder to take control. He wants to mark our mate badly, but I know deep down that this is not the time to do it. Neither of us is ready for that. I also know in a deeper part of my heart that tonight was just sex for Irina.

That thought hurts me, but I push it back as I ride out the waves of our shared orgasms. I watch her face as the waves fade to ripples, then to shimmers of pleasure. I lean down over her to place a soft kiss on her lips, one that immediately spins out of control and takes on a life of its own. Her hips lift to mine as I can tell that she isn’t finished with me tonight. I feel myself grow hard again instantly.

We make love on the desk, in one chair, and on the couch again before we both finally pass out from exhaustion. I fall asleep with Irina’s head on my chest, tucked up under my chin, and her hand over my heart. Her deep, even breathing soothing me in a way that I have never felt before. I know that when morning comes, we will face additional issues, but for now this moment is perfect.

**The next morning**

I watch Irina sleep for a few more minutes before I lift her up gently so as not to wake her, then I carry her to my room to put her in my bed. I cover her with the duvet before I head to my bathroom to take a shower. When I come out, I find Irina standing with her back to me as she looks out the window. My bedroom window faces the back of the mansion and the large lake. The sun is coming up, painting the sky with pinks and purples, but the beauty of her standing there wrapped in my bedsheet is something I will keep with me forever.

“I can find you some clothes after I get dressed. I am sure Arianna has something that will fit you,” I tell her as I walk to my closet.

“I shouldn’t have come here last night,” Irina says, not turning around to face me.

“Why did you? How did you even find us without never being here before?” I ask her.

I dress quickly in a charcoal gray suit, white dress shirt, and a black tie that I leave loose. My hair is still wet from my shower, so I comb my fingers through it as I walk to my dresser for socks. All the while she stays silent, staring out at the lake. I want to see what is going through her eyes, but I don’t want to press the issue until she is ready.

Once I am dressed with my tie properly knotted, I sit down in a chair to put my shoes on, then I stare at her back. If I don’t get her dressed soon, I may be in trouble of repeating some of last night. As if she sensed me staring at her, Irina finally turns to face me, her ice-blue eyes rimmed with tears. Well, fuck, that wasn’t what I was expecting after last night.

“You are the first man that I have been with willingly since my Gustav,” She whispered.

The pain in her eyes makes my throat close up, but one word she said has my anger spiking and my control slip on keeping Aries back. She said willingly. That implies she was forced to have sex with others. Who did that to her? Who would force themselves on my mate? Then, like puzzle pieces fitting together, one name popped into my mind. One man who had her him his grasp for years.

Vicktor Fucking Treadstone.

That bastard will die painfully now. Slowly and painfully at my hand if I have my way. He will never lay his hands on my mate again. I will have his balls for what he did to her. I can feel Aries's anger, and for once we are of the same mind, Vicktor Treadsone must die. We will have his blood on our muzzle and nothing else will satisfy us.