His Plump Mate (Book 1: The 'His' Series) novel Chapter 182

**Chapter 181: The Alpha’s Sister**

**Cecilia’s POV**

The scream pierced through the air like a siren, sharp and high-pitched, reverberating far too close for comfort.

Sebastian jerked away in an instant, his hands fumbling as he pulled the hem of his shirt—my only garment at that moment—down over my thighs.

His entire frame tensed, muscles coiling like a predator ready to pounce as he turned toward the door.

I could feel the heat of embarrassment flooding my cheeks, and I buried my face deeper into the plush cushions of the couch, wishing fervently for the ground to open up beneath me. Please, just swallow me whole. I promise I won’t complain.

Then came the voice, cutting through the tension like a knife.

“Oh, s**t! Sorry! The door was unlocked—my bad! Abort mission!!”

It was a female voice, loud and unmistakably familiar with Sebastian.

And shockingly, she didn’t sound nearly as horrified as one would expect in such a situation.

I kept my gaze fixed on the couch, unable to muster the courage to look up.

Yet, I couldn’t help but catch the hint of amusement in her tone, as if this was the highlight of her week.

“Are you still looking?” Sebastian’s voice dropped several degrees, now icy and filled with irritation.

“I just wanted to say hi to your… guest,” she replied, her tone far too cheerful for the awkwardness of the moment.

Summoning what little courage I had left, I dared to glance up, only to immediately regret it.

She was tall, strikingly beautiful, with honey-blonde hair that cascaded in soft waves, likely styled by a professional. She looked like someone who had stepped straight out of a Ralph Lauren advertisement, her delicate pearl earrings catching the light as she tilted her head, exuding an air of innocent curiosity with absolutely no shame.

Her eyes, a mirror of Sebastian’s, landed on me, and she offered a bright smile.

“Hi there! I’m Zaria. Sebastian’s sister. Sorry for the, uh… dramatic entrance. I’ll let you two get back to—whatever this was.”

With a playful wave, she spun on her heel and marched out, the click of her heels echoing in her wake.

I groaned into the soft fabric of the sofa.

*Kill. Me. Now.*

Just as she reached the door, she paused, her expression shifting to something more serious.

“By the way, this morning I overheard Mom talking to… you know who… on the phone,” she said, hesitating as if the words were difficult to articulate. “Just… be careful, okay?”

With that cryptic warning, Zaria vanished from view, leaving me in a whirlwind of confusion.

Once I heard the front door click shut, I released a sigh of relief, lowering my hand from my face.

Using the back of the sofa for support, I rose to my knees and peered out through the glass window. “Was that your sister?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian watched me, his white dress shirt clinging to his form, barely covering my thighs. The afternoon light danced over my skin, making me acutely aware of my vulnerability.

He nodded, his chest moving closer to mine.

“Yes, that’s my sister. She’s rarely home. The last I heard, she was in Austria. I didn’t expect her back in Denver. The… feminine things you found? They belong to her.”

“Right. That makes sense,” I murmured, turning slightly to face him.

But before I could process everything, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His hand traveled upward, warm and possessive, gliding over my bare skin as his breath brushed against my ear.

“She’s gone,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a darker, more primal tone. “Now we’re alone.”

“Sebastian…” I turned to meet his gaze, my voice trembling as I whispered, “Aren’t you tired yet?”

Our eyes locked—his were molten and dangerously intense.

I felt like I had been devoured whole, akin to a single, satisfied bone picked clean by a relentless wolf.

“Cecilia, let’s come back next weekend,” Sebastian suggested, his smile captivating and warm.

I weakly waved my hand in protest. “No more, no more.”

I was merely human flesh and blood, my body unable to withstand such intense… activities. As pleasurable as it was, every human body has its limits.

“You’re just out of shape. We should go for a night run later,” he teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“…Right.” Like hell!

I could barely walk as it was.

Ignoring his playful banter, I turned toward the window, closed my eyes, and mumbled, “Tonight I need proper rest. We have work tomorrow.”

I shifted in my seat, curling slightly toward the door, seeking comfort.

The gentle hum of the engine was oddly soothing, lulling me into a state of relaxation. My limbs felt like jelly, heavy and unresponsive.

Just as I began to drift into that warm, floaty space between sleep and unconsciousness—

I felt his lips on mine.

Slow. Soft. Familiar.

I didn’t even have the strength to open my eyes.

…Moon Goddess, save me. We’d been kissing all day.

My lips were swollen, my tongue numb. Couldn’t he give me a break?