Page 20 of Riding with the Rejected Wolf

“What happened?” she asks softly, her eyes meeting mine.

“Life,” I reply with a small, bitter smile. “Being in the Pack, the battles, the fights. It’s all part of it. I’m not a good man, Mika. But I’ll always be good to you.”

Her gaze softens, lingering on my face longer than I expect before she pulls her hand away. "I never asked for a good man, Silas," she murmurs. "Just an honest one."

Her words hang between us, an unspoken understanding blossoming in the quiet night. Mika steps closer, bridging the gap between us. I'm not what she's used to—the tattooed, muscled shifter with a rough past and a penchant for danger. But she doesn't flinch away, doesn't retreat back into her shell of caution and fear. Instead, she's here, standing in front of me under the moonlight, looking at me with those clear, defiant eyes.

"Are you scared of me, Mika?" I ask. It's a question that needs asking, even though I'm terrified to hear the answer.

"No," she replies, her voice steady. "Being scared of you would be too easy, too normal. I'm not afraid of you, Silas.”

And with that, she leans forward, pressing her lips softly against mine. It's a tentative kiss at first, exploratory and unsure. But as our lips linger together, it grows bolder, more confident. Her tongue slips between my teeth, teasing the seam of my lips, and I let out a low groan, forgetting about holding onto the blanket and instead pulling her closer. The world fades away, replaced by the taste of her mouth, the feel of her body pressed against mine. My wolf growls his approval, and for once, I don't fight him. I simply snake my fingers into her hair and give in, exploring her mouth with my tongue as the blanket slides down my legs and lands at my feet on the porch.

Mika's hands find their way to my shoulders, her touch sending electric jolts through my veins. I grasp her waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. She squeaks in surprise, but quickly loops her arms around my neck, holding on tight as I stride toward the door.

We crash inside, knocking over a chair in the process, but neither of us cares. The front door swings shut on its own, sealing us away from the outside world. I set her down in the middle of the room gently and plant soft kisses along her neck, my fangs extending just enough to graze her skin. The urge to mark her is overwhelming.

“Silas,” Mika breathes, her voice a mixture of longing and apprehension. Her hands are still clutching at my neck, her fingers digging into my skin as if she's trying to anchor herself to reality. I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. God, they're so full of fire it almost hurts to look straight at them.

“You’re sure about this?” I rasp, my cock so hard it’s dripping precum on the floor.

Her pupils dilate, and she bites her lower lip before nodding. “More sure than I've been about anything in a long time.”

I don't need any more encouragement.

With a growl, I grip the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. She shivers under my touch but doesn't pull away. I let my hands roam over her body, taking in every curve and dip, loving the roundness of her breasts and belly. Her bra is next, unclasped effortlessly with a flick of my fingers. Her breasts spill out, and for a moment, I’m mesmerized by the sight of them—full and perfect, like they were made just for me. Mika’s breath hitches as I lower my head to press kisses along her collarbone, those damn canines of mine refusing to stay hidden. They scrape gently against her skin, a reminder of the beast within me, but she doesn't flinch. Instead, her hands move to my hair, tangling in it and pulling me closer.

“Silas. I need you to touch me.”

I can't deny her. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, I yank them down her legs with a quick, practiced motion. The denim hits the floor, and she steps out of them without a second thought. My eyes trail down her body, soaking in every inch of exposed skin and the small triangle of fabric still covering the juncture of her thighs. Her scent, already intoxicating, intensifies, mingling with the perfume of her arousal, making my wolf howl in need.

“Mika,” I murmur against her skin, trailing kisses down her stomach, each one eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her hands tighten in my hair, and I glance up to see her watching me with a mix of hunger and vulnerability. It’s an expression that nearly undoes me. I drag my tongue along the line of her hip, savoring the taste of her skin as I slowly sink to my knees before her. Each kiss, each lick, has my wolf pushing against me, driving me to bend her over and fuck her right here on the living room floor. But I resist, wanting to savor this moment, wanting to show her just how much she means to me.

My fingers deftly slide under the edges of her panties. Her fingers grip my shoulders for balance when, with a slow, deliberate motion, I pull them down her legs and hold them up to my nose, inhaling deeply, the scent of her arousal a maddening aphrodisiac. I’m certain my eyes flash with my wolf as I barely restrain my urge to tear them apart with my teeth. Mika's breath hitches, her eyes wide and dark as she watches me from above, each rise and fall of her chest making her breasts sway temptingly.

“I could eat you where you stand,” I moan, barely recognizing my own voice, so rough and thick with desire.

Mika shivers again, her breath coming in shallow pants. Her eyes never leave mine as I lean forward and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, right where the skin is softest. I imagine marking her there, solidifying our bond in a way that's more primal, more eternal. But no, this is about her pleasure, her trust in me. Marking can come later.

I trail my lips higher, feeling the heat radiate off her core. My breath ghosts over her most sensitive spot, and I see her whole body shudder in response. "Silas..." she whispers.

Her knees wobble, and I grip her hips tighter to keep her steady. I part her thighs just enough to give myself uninhibited access to her. My breath is shallow, my heart pounding in sync with hers. Her scent is driving me wild. With a slow, deliberate motion, I extend my tongue and drag it up her slit, savoring the taste of her, the sweetness mixed with raw desire that makes my head spin. A soft moan escapes her, and her knees nearly give way as I continue my explorations. Each lap of my tongue seems to drive her higher, pushing her closer to the edge. I can barely restrain the beast within me, the urge to claim her in every sense of the word.

But this isn't just about my beast or claiming her as ours. It's about Mika, our mate—the woman who's managed to burrow into my heart, despite all the walls I'd built around it. I slow down, teasing her with gentle licks and soft kisses, watching her unravel above me as my long tongue delves deeper, seeking out every hidden corner of her desire. Mika's fingers move back to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, as if urging me to consume her completely.

"Silas," she pants again, this time more urgent. “Oh god, Silas. Please!”

The sound of her pleading voice sends a jolt of satisfaction through me, and I can't help but smirk against her. I increase the pressure, swirling my tongue in a way that makes her hips jerk forward.

Her gasps turn to whimpers, each sound driving a spike of possessive pride through me. The world narrows to the taste of her, the feel of her quivering against my mouth. I slide a finger inside her, testing, teasing, and she clenches around it with a desperate cry.

"Mika," I murmur her name, feeling the raw emotion in my voice. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I revel in the sting, a reminder of how much she needs this—how much she needs me. She's teetering on the edge, and I’m holding her there, savoring the control I have over her.

But control’s a funny thing. It’s like sand. The tighter you grip, the more it slips through your fingers. And Mika, she’s not one to be controlled for long.

“Silas,” she gasps, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and command. Her eyes lock onto mine, dark and wild, pulling me deeper into her storm. “I need more. Please.”

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