Page 29 of Taming the Wicked Wolf

“Upstairs.” He stands behind me, his hands caressing my waist and circling around my stomach as he buries his face against my neck, breathing me in and peppering soft kisses to my shoulder. “Freshly renovated and closed off from the rest of the guests. From what I can tell, they only rent it out for private parties.”

“How did you know about it?”

He almost purrs as he continues to kiss my neck, “I got bored two beers in and did a little exploring.”

“Hey.”

Silas’ human reflection stares back at me, soulful brown eyes peeking out from his long black hair.

“Drop the glamour, please?”

He sighs, a smile tugging at his lips as it falls away like sand showing the canine ears and light blue markings across his cheeks, his gold eyes predatory as he stares at my reflection.

“You like it?” He tilts his head.

I look over my shoulder, “You know you’re gorgeous.”

“Doesn’t stop me from wanting to hear you say it, sweetheart.” He threads his fingers through my hair and kisses me.

It’s unhurried and reverent, but then he nips at my bottom lip and tugs, deepening the kiss until it’s feral, a fire, well fed and out of control.

He breaks away, his breath coming out in soft pants that feather against my cheek, “I could get protection. It’s just on the other side of the wall.”

“I used a spell years ago. I didn’t want to risk it with—I also get regular checkups.” I grab his forearm, moving it higher to urge him on until he cups my breast.

He rests his forehead against mine, “Demons are unique, but I still test to make sure. Everything is negative.”

I reach up and cup his face, “You know, you could have just teleported us to the hotel room. This takes all the danger out of it.”

He grabs my ass, “Does it?” He nips at my lips, nuzzling my nose, “The security guard checks the floor every ten minutes. Is that thrilling enough?”

“What?”

Silas kisses me again. His hands glide down to my skirt, fingertips sliding under the hem and inching it up over my thighs, until he’s palming my ass and pressing me hard against the fake marble sink. “Fuck.” He hisses out, looking up to watch me in the mirror, his eyes hazy with lust.

I barely have time to react as he grips my hips, pulling them away from the sink to bend me over, his reflection disappearing all together.

“What are you—” I gasp as he buries his face in my pussy, lips brushing over my clit through my panties, his fingers digging into my thighs.

I’ve felt nothing like it before, the warmth of his mouth and the slight friction from my cotton underwear as he tongues my clit, spreading me wide and feasting like a man starved.

“You taste so fucking good.”

My hands grip the sink, knuckles white, as he slips his finger under the hem of my panties and along my folds.

“You’re so wet,” he huffs out a laugh, the wet sound of his fingers dragging through my slick obscene in the large room, “Is this for me? All those nights abusing this pretty cunt while watching me come, wishing I was buried deep in you. Fuck, Emilia.” He moves my panties aside, then closes his mouth over my clit, and sucks.

I double over, putting my hand over my mouth to stifle my moan as he rolls his tongue along the seam of my pussy. I’m so turned on it almost hurts, my clit throbbing in time with my heartbeat.

“Don’t you dare.” Silas yanks my panties down over my hips and gives my ass a quick slap.

The sensation sends a shock through my system that has me clenching around nothing, my hand falling away as I cry out.

“Good, I want to hear every sound. Every whimper. Every scream.” He toys at my entrance, a finger slipping in enough that my stomach does a little flip at the prospect of being filled.

“Silas.” I mutter, grinding my hips against his hand, “Please.”

His tongue rolls over my clit, drawing lazy circles just to antagonize me until I’m left shaking with every pass.

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