Page 36 of Taming the Wicked Wolf

This is what he felt from me. This is what I gave him.

Silas’ magic is a balm to my senses, enough to quiet the flame licking at my skin like a cold midnight rain. His grounding force is exactly what I need, what I have craved for so long.

It was there beneath the surface, in every touch, every smile, every glint in his eye. I catalogued them without realizing how important he would become to me. How he would help me fall in love with myself, the person who can be around him, because he allows me to take up space.

I press my palm against his, carefully testing my magic, allowing our powers to coalesce into a flicker of violet. I feed just as much of my flame into him, my body burning hotter, breaths coming in fits and starts as his demon form wrestles for superiority. It does nothing to dull the ache between my thighs.

Silas growls, letting go of my hand and threading his fingers through my hair as he covers my mouth with his with a clash of tongues and teeth. Licking, nipping and exploring as he threatens to devour me.

I slip my hand under his shirt, running my fingertips along the hard planes of his stomach and across his sides to squeeze, letting my nails find purchase.

He forces me to stumble backwards, legs tangling as the world shifts, bending around us, cocooned in his magic. I know it as well as I know my own.

The backs of my thighs hit the edge of the bed and I gently push Silas away, shoving my hands up over his chest taking his long-sleeved shirt along with it, “Off,” I breathe, the need in my voice foreign as I glimpse the bright blue markings on his ribs.

Silas pulls it off, balling the fabric in his hands and throwing it onto my floor where it belongs, letting out a groan as I attack, pressing my lips over his markings, finally able to kiss them and run my tongue along his soft skin.

He grips my hair in his fist as I draw my tongue over his nipple, pulling a long hiss from his bared teeth, “Emilia.” He moans, almost chastening, as he moves to grab at my sides, lifting my shirt over my head, fingertips already picking at the closure of my bra until the straps slide down my shoulders.

I let the material fall to the floor, Silas’ warm mouth covering the peaks of my nipple, teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh before his tongue eases the sting away. His hands are already at my waistband, working my shorts down over my thighs as I blindly fumble with his belt buckle, abandoning it to tangle my fingers in his long hair, back arching against his mouth.

My body is still humming from the force of his magic, keeping time with the dull pulsing between my legs, my thoughts begging, screaming for friction. A touch, a taste, something while he lavishes my breasts with attention.

I gather his hair, gently guiding him to look at me, his eyes wild, staring at my lips as he heaves out a deep breath. Silas watches as I tug at his belt, switching places until he falls backonto my bed, his legs splayed wide, erection already tenting his pants.

He leans forward, reaching for me, but I press my hand against his shoulder.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” I tease, undoing his belt and tugging his pants down until he’s resting there in his crimson boxer briefs, the hard outline of his cock visible through the tight fabric.

“For you?” His voice is all gravel, “Always.”

As I lower myself between his legs, I watch his cock twitch, the knot at the base already beginning to swell and reminding me of how it felt, nudging at my entrance, promising a delicious stretch.

I lean forward, brushing my tongue over the spot of pre-cum seeping through the fabric, feeling him pulse against my lips. Silas lifts his hips as I peel away his boxers, his cock resting heavily against his stomach, the tip nearly touching his belly button.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Emilia.” He breathes out, his muscles tensing as I wrap my fingers around his shaft, running my tongue along the slit and tasting the slightly salty fluid gathered there.

I’ve wanted to do this since I saw him fucking his hand and it’s better than I could have ever imagined. I savor the feel of him in my mouth, soft and warm, his fingers tangling in my hair, brushing through it as he gathers it into his fist, not with a demand but in worship, curses laced between his deep breaths. His hips unsure, squirming as I take him as deep as I can, flattening my tongue along his shaft and teasing the sensitive spot under his head with every movement.

The heir to a demonic dynasty, pliable in my hands, begging and whimpering at the mercy of my mouth. A woman could get used to this.

I go slow, taking my time to learn what makes him shake, what makes him curse and what brings him close to the edge. Pressing against his fragile restraint until it threatens to snap, the knot growing, pulsing just beneath my fingers.

He chokes out my name like a prayer, his hands gently grabbing at my shoulders, and pulling me up, kissing me without reservation, groaning at the taste of himself on my lips.

“Please.” He says, kissing me again, barely able to pull himself away as he presses his forehead against mine, damp with sweat, “I want to feel you.”

I grip his shoulders, climbing onto his lap, a gasp escaping my lips as I feel his cock against my thigh, his hand reaching between us, eagerly running it along my cunt to tease me. All my thoughts go fuzzy from the sensation as his soft head circles my clit, slick with juices.

“Now who’s in charge?” He laughs, low, his arm going around my waist to secure me, notching his cock at my entrance as he buries his face against my neck, “I’ve been so good, Emilia, but now I’m gonna make you scream.”

“Gods,” I moan, barely able to think as he slides in easily, lifting his hips to sink deep, the swell of his knot sending sparks through my body with every thrust.

Silas wraps my hair around his fist, angling my neck as he breathes in my scent, a growl rumbling in his chest as he slowly fucks me, his teeth grazing the column of my throat, a warning of his retribution. His demon coming out to play.

It doesn’t take long until he has me shaking with every thrust, the gentle curve of his cock brushing against my inner walls like it was made for me. My body runs hot as pleasure coils in my stomach, so tightly it almost hurts. His iron grip doesn’t relent as he drives into me, his body shaking as his hips stutter.

I move my hips, chasing the pressure of his knot, the angle keeping it just a gentle tease.

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