Page 25 of Riding with the Rejected Wolf

“Silas,” I gasp as he hoists me up, pulling my legs either side of him.

He grins, a wolfish smirk that makes my heart skip. "Hold tight, Mika," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. I can feel the tension in his muscles, the barely restrained strength as he holds me effortlessly.

The steam envelopes us, creating a cocoon of heat and dampness. His mouth finds mine again, more demanding this time, hungry and insistent. I match his urgency, my fingers gripping his shoulders as if I'm afraid I'll float away if I let go.

"Mika," he murmurs against my lips, the vibration of his voice sending a jolt straight through me.

"Silas, please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm asking for. Just more, always more.

He responds by pressing his hips against mine, letting me feel just how much he wants this.

"Christ, sweetheart. Tell me this is OK. Tell me you need this as much as I do right now."

"Yes," I moan, arching against him. "I need you, Silas. I need to feel alive right now. Remind me who I belong to, who’s mark I wear."

“Mine.” He growls low in his throat while he steadies me against the wall and reaches between us, guiding himself to where I’m so impossibly wet and ready for him. “You’re mine, Mika. No one else’s. And I swear to the moon and every goddamn star in the sky, no one will ever take that away from us again.”

“Silas...” I whimper as he pushes inside, his girth parting me with a slow, teasing pace. He feels like heaven and earth colliding within me. With each thrust, he claims me more, marking his territory in the only way he knows how. This time, I let go of my fear. Let go of my past. Let go of everything that's been pulling me down for far too long. I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his back, urging him to go deeper still.

“So fucking perfect,” he grunts as he picks up the pace, driving into me with an intensity that makes my head spin. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, as he pistons into me again and again and again.

“Oh god, Silas. Yes!” I throw my head back and give into the ecstasy washing over me, surrendering completely to his touch, his kiss, his possessive love. In this moment, with Silas filling me so perfectly, I am free. Free from the chains that bound me to my past and the terror that haunted my every step. I am tethered only to him, my anchor in the storm. Our breaths intertwine, melding into grunts and gasps of sheer need. Each time he thrusts deeper, I feel the remnants of my fear dissolve, replaced by an electric burst of raw, unfiltered desire, of love for him. My savior. My wolf.

"Look at me," he commands between ragged breaths. His blue eyes bore into mine, piercing through every wall I’ve ever built. “I want to see you. All of you.”

I meet his gaze, holding nothing back. He deserves it all—every broken piece, every scar and shadow. Silas has seen me at my most vulnerable and hasn't turned away. Instead, he pulled me closer. He made me stronger.

“God, Mika,” he whispers, voice cracking with emotion. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I smirk through the haze of pleasure, even as I feel the tremors of an impending climax building. "Oh, I think I have some idea," I whisper back, my voice tinged with playfulness and orgasm that coiling tight inside me, ready to burst.

His grip tightens on my hips as he slams into me with renewed fervor, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. His pace becomes punishing. The sound of our skin slapping together filling the steamy room like a symphony of raw, unabashed need. My senses are overwhelmed by him—his scent, his taste, the feeling of him buried deep within me. The pressure builds and builds, every nerve in my body strung taut, ready to snap.

"Mika," he groans as he buries himself deep inside me and the now familiar swell of his knot pushes me over the edge with him.

“Oh, god! Silas!” I cry out, the explosion of pleasure tearing through me like a supernova. My body trembles and convulses, every inch of me electrified by his knot swelling inside me, locking us together until we both come down again.

“God, I love you, Mika,” he murmurs, face buried in my neck as he pants out his breath.

My fingers slide over his wet shoulders, and wrap tight around his neck, hugging him as close as I can get. “I love you too, Silas. So much.”

He pulls away slightly, our bodies still connected, and brushes the hair from my face. "Do you wanna get the hell out of here?" he asks.

"Yes," I whisper, without a moment’s hesitation.

He grins, that roguish smile that always makes my heart flip. "All right then, let’s pack up and blow this joint."

We untangle ourselves, our bodies still humming with from our love-making. He gets dressed first, those strong, sinewy muscles rippling as he pulls on his jeans and boots. I can’t help but admire him, the way his tattoos snake up his arms, telling stories I’m yet to fully uncover but look forward to finding out. I slide into my own clothes, every movement a reminder of the intensity we just shared.

Silas tosses me his cut—the leather vest he wears with the Devil’s Pack MC patch on it—and I catch it. “What’s this for?” I ask, a hint of laughter in my voice.

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but his eyes and our bond is telling me this is a huge deal for him. “You’re mine now. Might as well look the part.”

“A bite mark and a fancy vest. Don’t I feel special,” I say, feeling a warmth spread through me as I slip the vest on over my shirt. It’s heavier than I expected, but it smells of him of him, so it’s perfect. I’ll treasure it always.

Damn well better, I hear as if Silas just heard my thoughts then responded in my head.

What the hell? I say back to him, and he just stands there looking at me with a sly grin.

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