Page 30 of Taming the Wicked Wolf

I yelp at his sharp teeth grazing my ass as he stands, hips pinning me against the sink, until I can feel the thick outline of his cock through his pants.

When I look up at his reflection, his features have changed, golden eyes glowing bright along with the blue markings across his cheekbones with more appearing like stripes at the edge of his jaw. I suspect it’s the same for the ones on his ribs, though I can’t see them through his shirt. There’s a wild look in his eye that makes me feel like prey. His hand slides between us, the unmistakable sound of his zipper cutting through my heavy breathing.

He runs his cock along my pussy, teasing my clit until he lets the head slide in. The stretch is almost too much. He’s larger than anyone that I’ve been with, even without the knot, so much that I can feel every inch as he moves inside of me.

“Gods,” he whimpers, his voice laced with need, eyes fixed on mine in the reflection.

It’s so intense that I want to look away, but I can’t, with the gentle thrusts of his hips we’re casting our own spell, stronger than the soul bond.

Silas’ mouth falls open as his eyes drift down to where we’re joined, savoring every slow drag to let me grow accustomed to his size.

As good as it feels, I’m still missing that spark. It’s like he reads my mind, leaning a little closer to change his angle. I chase the sensation, pushing my hips back against his, earning a curse from his lips as he bottoms out, his knot notching itself against my pussy.

He grits his teeth, flashing his fangs as he looks up at me in the mirror, eyes dark as he pistons into me, the sharp movements striking flint and lighting me from within.

“That’s it.” He growls out, “I can feel it. You’re so close.”

“Oh, Gods.” I drop my head, my chest heaving as I feel that pressure building, squeezing my hand between me and the counter to rub my clit.

“Fuck, look at me,” he pleads, “Look at me, Emilia.”

I open my mouth in a silent scream, voice cracking as I find his gaze again, it’s too much. My eyes flutter closed as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me until I can barely stand.

Silas doesn’t stop, he continues thrusting deep, his knot teasing the nerves of my entrance so much that I feel like I might actually come again.

“Give it to me.” I pant, “I want to feel it.”

He groans, his hips stuttering, the muscles in his arms tensing, “I’ll give it to you, little witch, but not now.”

With a few final thrusts, he buries himself inside of me, the brush of his knot teasing me even closer to the edge. I can feel it pulse, his release dripping down my inner thighs.

I feel hollow as his cock slips out, my body still vibrating from the force of my orgasm. I step out of my panties and pluck a few brown paper towels from the dispenser, wetting them, and wiping most of his cum from my thigh.

He cleans himself off and tucks his cock back into his pants, then grabs my crumpled panties off of the ground, and shoving them into his back pocket with a smile.

“Hey.”

“Souvenir.” He says with a quirk of his brow, his strong hands righting my skirt, his fingertips brushing over my thighs and lighting up my senses again.

“Fine.” I glare up at him, my expression faltering at the vulnerability in his eyes as he watches me, tracing a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind my ear.

The door to the bathroom rattles, threatening to pull it off the frame.

“Hey!” A deep voice on the other side calls out, “Unlock this door or I’m calling the cops.”

Silas hisses a curse in my ear, pulling me close to his chest, then teleports us back.

The sights and sounds of the venue threaten to overwhelm me as we walk out onto the floor. Carly Beth is waiting for us at the bar, but I can’t keep my eyes off of Silas. He gives me an easy smile as the tips of his fingers tease against mine.

I try to tell myself that it’s just the endorphins, but I know that’s a lie.

This has been building since I saw him sitting on my couch reading my romance novels. Day by day, little by little, I got tosee more of him. Not just the cocky half-demon son of royalty, but also his submissive side and a fierce protectiveness that goes well beyond our bargain.

I’m not just falling in love with him. I am in love with him. I’ve just been too afraid to admit it to myself.

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Silas

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