Chapter 316 You Don’t Look Like You

Sebastian’s POV

Emilia looked stunning. Radiant. The kind of gorgeous that knocks the air clean out of your lungs.

Ryder cut in dryly. “You run out of words already? What’s wrong with just saying she’s beautiful?”

There’s no arguing with a wolf whose vocabulary starts and ends at one word. No point telling him that “beautiful” doesn’t cover a woman done up like this, lit up head to toe, every inch of her broadcasting the same message: you get lucky tonight, man.

“What’s the matter?” Emilia asked, a corner of her mouth lifting. “Don’t I look good?”

She smoothed a curl down, a faint flush on her cheeks.

“You, why did you, how did you—” I stammered like a boy at his first dance. “…do all that?”

“Nothing much. Felt like a change.” She crossed the room toward me. “So. That bad, huh?”

“It’s good.” My throat had gone dry. “It’s just, strange.”

“Strange how?”

“You don’t look like you at all.”

She laughed. “Careful, Sebastian. A girl might take that the wrong way.”

“Take it however you want,” I managed. I looked her over, head to heel and back up, and something in my blood caught fire. The woman in front of me was pure charm, so gorgeous it dragged at my very soul.

“Emilia…”I stepped in and caught her by the waist, pressed my forearm against the wall beside her ear. “Are you seducing me?”

She tilted her head. “That depends. Is it working?”

“You tell me.” I let my voice drop. “My heart’s pounding like I ran here.”

“You did drive like a maniac, I heard the tires.” Her eyes glinted. “Very romantic. Very responsible Alpha of you.”

“Keep talking,” I murmured against her jaw. “See where it gets you.”

“Oh, I know exactly where it gets me.” She hooked a finger in my collar. “That’s rather the point, isn’t it?”

That was all the answer I needed. Heat rushed straight to my head, and I scooped her up like the wolf I was.

Emilia wound her arms around my neck, fingers sliding lightly through my hair.

I trailed slow kisses along her shoulder, up the curve of her neck. When I reached the tip of her ear I bit down gently, sucked, let go, pressed a kiss there, then worked my way to her lips.

It started soft. Then I pushed my tongue past her lips and it turned hungry, and she gave it right back to me, just as fierce.

Our tongues tangled in a rhythm like dancing. I let out a low breath against her mouth.

Then I tightened my hold and rolled her under me onto the bed.

My hard length brushed against the wet heat of her, wanting her more than I could stand. My hand slid over her body and found her chest.

I felt her nipple stiffen under the want I’d woken in her. I lifted my head, broke the kiss, and let a wicked smile pull at my mouth.

“Seems like you’re even more eager than I am,” I said. Then I bent to her lips again, and the friction between us grew as I kissed a wet line back down her neck, all the way to the top button of her shirt.

I flipped us fast, sat up on the bed and pulled her onto my lap, wanting to fuse us into one, grinding my hardness against her.

Her eyes fell shut and she moaned as I moved.

“God, Emilia, look what you do to me. What am I supposed to do with you?”

I kept kissing her throat, popping the first button of her shirt, pressing a kiss to the skin beneath it, and again with every button after.

Her shirt hung open, her hair a mess, her hands braced on my shoulders to hold herself up.

My hands slid to her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts.

I looked, eyes burning, a sly smile on my mouth, and took her left breast into my mouth while my hand worked the right. Sucking, licking, kissing, biting softly at her nipple.

She moaned again, growing wetter below.

I moved to the other side and started to suck, like I was tasting the sweetest fruit in the world.

She grabbed my hair and pressed herself to me, begging for more.

I slid my hand between her legs, worked one finger in, slow, then added a second.

“Damn it, Emilia, you want me this bad? I can’t resist you.” My gaze flickered. “I want to have you every way there is.”

She smiled and kissed me. “Sebastian—me too.”

That did it. I couldn’t hold back another second. I settled between her legs and pushed in, slow. The feeling was beyond words, that unhurried slide sweet torture, and she moaned, higher and higher, wanting me deeper.

I held her eyes. “This is heaven. You’re flawless—like you were made for me. Warm, perfect. How do you feel?”

She searched my face. “Out of my mind. You fill me up so well—but please, I need you to move.”

She wanted it, wanted the friction between us. She’d always been a little shy before; today she said what she wanted plain out, and it set every inch of me alight.

“Then I’ll move, gorgeous,” I said, grinning, and started a slow roll.

I pulled nearly out, then drove back in hard, and she gripped me tight.

“Damn, Emilia, you’re making me lose it. You’re as greedy as that mouth of yours.”

I began to thrust, strong and fast, that wonderful friction building. I rose up, hooked her legs over my shoulders, watched her eyes and went deeper. Faster.

She cried out loud, begging for more, harder, deeper.

It was like she’d let something wild off its leash, and she loved it.

She dragged the same fire out of me—fierce, full of heat, my hardness pulsing inside her while I kissed and bit at her breasts and pushed her up toward the edge.

When her body clamped tighter around me, I knew she was close.

I lifted up, put her legs over my shoulders, then leaned down over her, staring into those beautiful blue eyes as I sank deeper.

She broke apart in a hard, shaking climax, her body clenching. In that exact moment I growled that I was at my limit, drove in three more brutal times, and let go, spilling hot inside her.

And there, in that blissful, burning haze, I heard Emilia say, “Let’s get a divorce.”