Page 53 of Resisted

“I…” Boyce’s body shifted below her, and her voice hitched. “I don’t want you to walk away.”

That little bit of confirmation was all Silas needed to move in closer to her, plastering his body against hers, pushing her into my own as Boyce’s fingers grabbed onto the back of her thighs. He inhaled, a slight rumble vibrating from his chest before he muttered, “Heaven. Absolute heaven.”

“You know, Bella, I think you did this on purpose.” Silas’ hands grazed down her neck, skipping over her breasts to reconnect as he made his way down her stomach.

She pushed her breasts out toward him, taunting him or begging, I wasn’t sure which. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her voice hitched as she spoke, her hand going to Boyce’s head as he nibbled his way closer to her core. Her fingers threaded in his hair, pulling on the strands, and he hummed his approval against her thigh.

“This dress. What’s underneath it. Tell me you didn’t plan any of this to get under my skin.” Silas leaned in close, his lips barely a whisper against her neck. And even through the thin netting material of her dress, I could feel her skin heat under my fingertips.

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to my Belladonna. It never bodes well,” Silas said, cutting her off.

“After we kissed, I wanted to get under your skin,” she finally admitted as her head fell back against my chest, her hair the softest tickle against my neck.

A kiss, huh? Well, well, well. Our alpha had been holding out on us about more than I could have imagined. I knew he’d been keeping secrets, and I knew they involved Bella, but a kiss? That seemed a little too intimate for a man who’d spent the last few weeks fighting against ever having Bella in our life.

“You thought wearing a dress like…” he sucked in a breath, “a dress like this, was the way to go about it?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Her sassy mouth was bound to get her in trouble one day, but as for this moment, it was only fanning the flames. She made me want to bend her over the nearest bar and slip myself into her, viewers be damn.

Silas’ fingers wrapped around her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I just needed you to leave things alone.”

Vulnerability? In Silas’ voice? That absolutely couldn’t have been. Yet I swore I’d heard it. I even felt it through the bond, just as he tried to shut us out.

“If I’d let things go, we’d never be here now,” she stated, and I swore I saw sparks of the little tiny kid who threatened and coaxed me into giving in.

“And where is here?”

One of her hands found my arm, her nails digging into my forearm, giving me a bite of pain. I loved it, loved the contrast of hurt with the pleasure of her body against mine. “With Boyce’s tongue licking along my inner thigh.”

“Belladonna.” His voice sounded tortured, more so than usual. “There are consequences for what we’re doing.”

“I want them all.”

She thought she did, and fuck, I would’ve loved for her to take every damn thing we gave her without a question, but that wasn’t the way she worked. That wasn’t how things ever worked when it came to Bella. She liked to have her way too much and to ask too many questions. When you were around guys like us, guys who had a dangerous job, off on the road more often than not, sometimes you couldn’t just ask a question and get the direct answer you desired.

“We can’t give you all of them,” he admitted. His lips skimmed along her jaw before he licked the tiny little cleft at her chin. “We can only give you this.”

Fuck, how I wished that weren’t true, how I wished we could offer her the world and claim her as our own. But the truth of it, the absolute truth, was our chance at a mate was gone, the fact and realization of which had made me physically ill at one time. As much as I would’ve loved to be selfish, to take Bella and worship her for as long as I possibly could, it would be wrong. Knowing her true mate was out there and I—no, we let her get attached to us, let her tie herself down for however long, would be a douche move. Because then she would have to break the tie, as you couldn’t fully reject a true mate, and I…I didn’t think I could survive it. I wouldn’t want to.

The moment Boyce’s tongue reached her core was unmistakable. She no longer smelled of lust and want. Her whole body vibrated with it. The air tasted of desire, tasted of fresh rain and sunshine mixed together as one, and my wolf whimpered with approval. A soft whine left her throat, and my wolf pushed against me, wanting to comfort her, to be close to her. I wanted to oblige, but my emotions were in way more chaos than the wolf could ever fathom. Instead of grounding her, I needed to have my fill as she fell over the edge.

My palm traveled down her body, fisting the material of her dress and gathering it in my fingers before pulling it up, exposing her bare skin completely to the chilled air in the room. Every single one of us hissed as our eyes gazed upon her.

“Perfection,” I murmured against her cheek. “Utterly perfect, baby.”

Around us, the music switched and the crowd heading to the dance floor thickened, not that it mattered. They wouldn’t see a damn thing. They couldn’t, not through the width of Silas’ shoulders, and Lynette? Well, she didn’t seem to care much, not when she was getting way too handsy with a douche by the bar. I made a mental note to make sure we snagged the redhead before leaving this joint. I wouldn’t let her make a questionable choice that looked like, well, him.

I let my attention come back to the body in my arms just as Silas pulled down the front of her dress, letting her right breast pop free. My palm clenched against Bella’s lower body as the creamy skin met the air, the perfectly round nipple pebbled. Perfection. How many times could I say it? Would it ever become less true? Nothing in my life had ever seemed so completely perfect as Bella did in this moment.

My finger ran gently over her skin before tracing her outer lips. She was bare, and even if I didn’t feel her want for us against her skin, I could see it glistening in the club lights, see it already coating Boyce’s cheek as he speared her with his tongue.

“You want us,” Silas stated before his tongue darted out to taste that perfect little nipple. “Why?”

The why of it didn’t matter, did it? What mattered is her naked cunt was weeping for our touch, and wasn’t it our duty as fucking gentleman to provide her with what she needed?

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