Page 22 of Taming the Wicked Wolf

It only takes a few more strokes, my palm grazing over the head of my cock with every twist of my wrist, slick with pre-cum. My hand brushes against the base of my knot again and I whimper. Thick ropes of cum painting my hand and falling onto my bare thigh.

I look up just in time to see her orgasm taking her over, her brows creased as her lips part in a silent gasp. She continues rubbing her clit, her shoulders shaking until her hands stutter to a stop, slowly slipping out of her panties.

“You could give me a taste.” I quirk my brow, tilting my head.

Emilia huffs out a laugh and reaches back with her other hand, opening her bedroom door and stepping into the darkness.

I’m left alone. Again. Though this time, the air is thick with her arousal.

Fuck, I’m not getting any sleep tonight.

TEN

Emilia

Chase hasn’t shownhis face since the incident on Thursday and when Mark got back from break he had Mike go through the security tapes, resulting in an unflattering grainy black-and-white photo of him being posted in front. He shares space with the people who used fake ids, those who skipped out on the bill or took part in the fabled bar fight of October 2022, which was just a month ahead of my time.

It feels good that someone has my back.

Though it’s even more surprising that Chase hasn’t shown up at the apartment after Silas swiped his key. Even his buddies have been absent from their weekly visits to check up on me.

“Tall rocker guy is back.” Carly Beth whispers into my ear, poking at my side, “six o’clock.”

The fabled ‘tall rocker guy’ that I missed with Chases’ theatrics the other day. She’s imagined an entire back story about him being on tour with his band, stuck in our small town on his way to Madison.

“Six.” I nod, looking up in the mirror, catching his gaze.

He’s gorgeous, strong cheekbones and a slightly crooked nose, with a sharp jaw and long wavy black hair.

“Silas.” I gasp, turning around.

He gives me a lazy smile, his ears twitching, “Emilia.”

I do a double take, looking over my shoulder at the human version of Silas, the powerful glamour that everyone else sees. It’s strange how a few features can change the look of someone’s face, like finding Clark Kent when you’re expecting Superman.

Suddenly, I realize how easy it would be to slap on some thick glasses and become an entirely different person. The two bright blue stripes on his cheekbones enhance the beauty of them, and of course, there are the ears on the top of his head.

“You two know each other?” Carly Beth asks, I don’t miss the underlying bid for an explanation later in the back room.

“He is my houseguest. Carly Beth,” I gesture between the two, “Silas.”

“Are you in a band?” She asks, resting her hand on her hip.

“No,” Silas looks at me, a brow lifting, “I haven’t been for ages.”

“Told you, tall rocker guy.” Carly Beth whispers to me then turns towards him, “I gotta get back to work. It was nice to meet you.”

Silas shifts in his seat, his fangs peeking through his smile, “What is she talking about?”

“Do you have super hearing or something?” I roll my eyes and walk closer to the bar, “Don’t worry about it. What are you doing here, anyway?”

“You suggested I took an interest in sports and why not start with Sunday Night Football?” He leans across the bar, a teasing smile slowly creeping across his face. His eyes drift down, his lips parting as he takes me in.

I’m immediately reminded of the looks he gives me in the middle of the night, dazed and devouring as he strokes his thick cock. It might have become a nightly occurrence.

I tried to convince myself that the first time was a fluke, a mistake, but I’m the one that stood there touching myself to the gorgeous wolf demon. Completely taken with the sight of his human-looking cock with the round knot at the base.

He looked even more feral, his gold eyes glowing in the dark, almost reflective, and the blue striped markings crossing down his ribcage and waist, similar to the ones on his cheekbones.

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