Page 79 of Afflicted

“Would you stop there?”

He growls, and it almost sounds like purring, deep in his throat. He licks his lips, shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t stop til you begged me to.” One corner of his mouth lifts in a grin. “I wouldn’t stop til you were shaking, til you couldn’t walk.” He lowers his mouth to my ear, and my eyes slip shut. “I want to taste you, angel.”

“I want that too.” My breathing is so fast now I’m sure I’m going to pop a fucking lung. “No one’s ever… I mean…”

“Bitten you?” He rakes his fangs against my pulse, and I bite my lip, shaking my head.

“No,” I whimper. “No one’s ever, ummm…” I gasp as his hand moves over the sweatshirt, over my nipples that are painfully hard under his touch. “Ohfuck.No one’s ever gone down on me before.”

He shackles my hands in his, whipping them up from behind me and flat on the bed. I’m pinned underneath him, gasping and hot and my whole body isscreamingfor him to fuck me.

“Poor angel,” he murmurs against my throat. “No one’s ever looked after this sweet cunt properly, have they?” He presses a leg between my thighs, I moan a little as I rock against him, trying to find some friction. His fang drags along my jawline, and the sudden sting of pain just turns me on even more. “You’re fucking dangerous.”

His words make me shiver. This is dangerous. This is stupid. But any sense I may have had goes right out the window when I find the right spot, grinding myself against his thigh. Heat rises through my core, rushing up my throat into my face. I exhale heavily around a moan, opening my eyes to find Silas gazing down at me.

“Is this what you want?”

I nod, licking my lips. “Yeah.” My breath stutters in my lungs. “You do too, right?”

His mouth is at my throat again, moving down to nip at my collarbone. “What the fuck do you think?” The hard ridge of his cock presses against my hip. “Can you feel how crazy you make me?”

Tension drags at my shoulders, my whole body tense with arousal. I’m heat, and sweat, and nothing else as I squirm under him, chasing the climax that’s clawing at my insides. He’s that hard because ofme,because he wantsme.

“Such a pretty little fuckdoll.” Silas grins down at me. “You’re going to make yourself come all over my leg, aren’t you?”

What did he just call me? I don’t actually fucking care, because the explosion of heat between my thighs goes fucking volcanic. Sure, I love being called a fuckdoll, why not?

“Say that again.”

“You want me to call you my little fuckdoll?” He lets out a breathy chuckle as I moan. “My dirty girl likes names, hmm?” He cages me in, breathing heavy against my ear. “You’re going to come for me, get yourself nice and wet for me, angel. Such a fucking needy girl.”

“Silas,” I say with a gasp, grinding myself harder against him. He’s groaning softly now too, exhaling through gritted teeth.

If he can make me come with just his goddamnthighand some dirty talk, what the hell is he going to do when he’s eating me out? When he’s inside me? Wait,when? It’s then I realize this is really going to happen, and Iwantit to happen. My whole body’s soaring on euphoria, and I swallow back a choked scream.

“Kiss me,” I plead, desperate to feel the warmth of his lips, to feel his tongue in my mouth. I’m going to come, my climax is cresting right there, and I begin to tremble as his mouth descends on mine.

I’ve barely tasted him, his tongue has barely touched mine, as the siren blares through the compound.

The rush of deflation is so great that my whole body feels cold as Silas rises off me, heading straight to the window. He looks out, side to side, before running to the desk and tearing open a drawer, pulling out a gun. Terror overtakes me, and I curl up into a ball, shaking, watching as he stalks back to the window.

“Fuck,” he mutters as the siren continues to drone overhead. He turns back to me, holding out a hand. “Stay here. Lock the door. Hide in the bathroom, stay out of sight, do you understand?”

“OK.”

He tears open the door.

“Silas!” My voice is cracking, and he pauses to look over his shoulder at me. “Please be careful.”

He barely nods before he’s out the door, the siren continuing to drone overhead. I rush to the door and flip the latch shut. He told me to hide in the bathroom. I turn the light off in the cabin, and huddle by the window. I know I should hide, he told me to, this is dangerous. But I can’t bear not being able to see what’s going on.

Feeders are running past the cabins, some of them armed. I can’t hear what they’re saying over the siren, but they look worried. There’s a flash of light overhead, and then the ground quakes as an explosion rocks the cabin. I clap my hand over my mouth to stop myself crying out, and press myself harder against the wall.

I peer over the edge of the window frame. The sky seems to have gotten darker, and the rain is coming down in heavy sheets. The yard in front of the cabin is illuminated by the rotating orange light perched on top of the perimeter fence. Everything goes so oddly quiet.

Maybe it’s over. Maybe it was nothing.

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