Page 39 of Hunt

Hours later, Alessio tells me to head to my room and get dressed. People are already leaving the party, making their way to parked cars to head into the city. Mostly the males. Only alphas and their bodyguards are allowed to attend auctions.

I head up to my room to find my auction dress laid out on the bed for me. Ivory silk, pearls, lace slippers. Oh, so very demure.

I run my fingers over the smooth fabric, a shudder running through me as I imagine the hungry gazes of the alphas as I'm paraded before them like a prize to be won.

With a heavy sigh, I begin to undress, slipping out of the cocktail dress and letting it pool at my feet. I reach for the auction gown, but before I can touch it, I hear the soft click of the door lock behind me. I spin around, my heart leaping into my throat, only to find Silas standing there, his golden eyes burning with intensity.

He stalks towards me, his movements fluid and predatory, until he's mere inches away. His scent envelops me, a heady mix of sandalwood and raw, masculine power.

"Bella," he growls, his voice low and rough with desire. "I needed to see you before..." He trails off, his gaze raking over my nearly naked form, lingering on the lacy scraps of my bra and panties.

Without warning, he grabs me by the waist and pushes me down onto the bed, his large frame looming over me. "I want to remind you who you belong to," he rasps, his fingers trailing over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Silas's hands slide possessively over my curves as he presses me into the plush comforter. His eyes are molten gold, burning with a fierce need to claim what's his.

"You're mine, Bella," he growls, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

A whimper escapes my lips as his fingers find the lacy edge of my panties, slipping beneath to tease my slick folds. He groans, a deep, primal sound that reverberates through his chest. "Always so ready for me, aren't you, baby?”

I can only gasp in response, my back arching off the bed as he strokes my aching clit with expert precision. His touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body.

Silas's mouth trails a fiery path down my throat, his tongue laving the marks he and his brothers left on my skin. Each swipe is a reminder, a brand of their possession.

Suddenly, he sits back on his heels, his hands gripping my thighs as he spreads me wide before him. I feel exposed, vulnerable, splayed out like a feast for his hungry gaze.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "So fucking beautiful."

Silas dips his head between my spread thighs, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. I tremble in anticipation, my fingers tangling in his silver hair as he nuzzles against my softness.

"You smell fucking divine," he purrs, his voice a deep rumble against my aching core. "Like honey and sin."

Without warning, he drags the flat of his tongue along my pussy, savoring my taste with a low groan of appreciation. My hips buck off the bed, a strangled cry torn from my throat at the exquisite sensation.

Silas grips my thighs tighter, holding me in place as he begins to devour me with single-minded focus. His tongue swirls around my throbbing clit before sucking it between his lips, the pressure sending bolts of white-hot pleasure shooting up my spine.

I'm lost to the feeling, my head thrashing against the pillow as he works me into a frenzy. He alternates between broad strokes and targeted flicks, reading my body's responses like a finely tuned instrument.

"That's it, my sweet mate," he rasps against my slick flesh. "Let go for me. I want to taste your slick on my tongue."

Silas pushes me further up the bed, his large frame covering mine as he settles between my quivering thighs. I can feel the hard, insistent press of his cock against my dripping entrance, and a needy whine escapes my lips.

"Please, Silas," I beg, my nails digging into the firm muscles of his back. "I need you inside me. Make me forget about everything else."

A deep, approving growl rumbles through his chest as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, claiming me thoroughly as he rocks his hips, teasing me with the promise of his thick length. I reach between us, freeing him from his pants in desperation.

He surges forward, sheathing himself inside me with one powerful thrust. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as he stretches me deliciously, filling me to the hilt.

"Fuuuck, Bella," he rasps, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

I cling to him desperately, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper, harder. Each powerful thrust sends sparks of ecstasy coursing through my veins, stoking the fire building in my core.

Silas changes his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside me that has me seeing stars. "Right there," I gasp, my nails raking down his sweat-slicked back. "Don't stop, please don't stop..."

He growls in response, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases our release. One hand snakes between our bodies, hisclever fingers finding my swollen clit. He rubs tight, deliberate circles, the added stimulation hurtling me towards the edge.

"Come for me, baby,” he commands, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you shatter."

His words are my undoing. With a keening cry, I come undone, my walls clamping down around his thick shaft as wave after wave of pure bliss crashes over me.

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