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But it was his next words that made Evan’s blood run cold.

“I need you,” Silas rasped.

The way he said it—not I want you—sent a sharp, panicked thrill down Evan’s spine. There was something more beneath those words, something heavier, something that made his stomach twist.

Silas leaned in, fingers dragging up Evan’s chest in slow, reverent strokes, like he was touching something precious.

“You don’t understand,” he murmured, his breath hot against Evan’s lips. His fingers traced up, skimming along his throat, over his jaw, until he took Evan’s chin in his hand, tilting his face up.

His grip wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was claiming.

Those eyes bore into his, blazing with something wild and unchanging. “You’re my mate.”

Evan’s stomach dropped.

His mind stuttered, unable to process what he had just heard.What?Hehadto have misheard Silas. This was just… just sex. Just heat. Just a werewolf getting his fill on the hunt.

His lips parted, but no words came out.

Silas didn’t stop. His fingers tightened on Evan’s jaw, his other hand pressing flat against Evan’s stomach, feeling every rapid rise and fall of his breath. “I’ve searched for you for years,” he murmured. “And now I have you.”

Evan’s heart slammed against his ribs so hard he could barely hear over it.

His body wanted this—wanted Silas, wanted the heat, the overwhelming need—but his mind—

“No,” Evan choked out, his voice rough, shaking. “That’s not—you don’t even know me!”

Silas chuckled, low and dark, lips brushing against Evan’s as he spoke. “Doesn’t matter. I know what you are to me.” His grin turned sharp, teeth flashing. “Andyoufeel it too.”

Evan hated how his breath hitched. Hated the way his body arched instinctively into Silas’ touch, the way his own cock throbbed neglected and aching between them.

Because the worst part?

Some deep, hidden part of him did feel it.

And thatterrifiedhim.

This was reckless. Dangerous. Impossible.

His hands found Silas’ shoulders, pushing—not hard, not really trying—but Silas didn’t even budge. His strength was absolute, his grip steady as his hand slid lower, tracing the curve of Evan’s waist, spreading his fingers over his hips like he was staking a claim.

He wanted to shove Silas away, to call him insane, to end this before it unraveled him completely. But then Silas kissed him again, deep and slow and utterly devastating, and Evan broke.

His fingers curled into Silas’ shoulders, not pushing anymore but clutching.

Silas growled in approval, sliding his thigh between Evan’s legs, pressing up against his neglected cock. The sudden friction sent a pulse of desperate pleasure through Evan’s body, and he gasped into Silas’ mouth, back arching, instinctively grinding against the firm muscle beneath him.

Silas groaned, his body shuddering. “That’s it,” he murmured against Evan’s lips. “Feel me.” His hands slid over Evan’s body, caressing, claiming, stroking down his sides and back up, fingertips pressing into every dip and curve of him like he was memorizing him.

Evan tried to hold onto his last shreds of resistance, but Silas was unraveling him, taking him apart with every kiss, every touch, every slow roll of his hips against him.

“This—” Evan gasped as Silas bit at his jaw, dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin beneath his ear. “This doesn’t mean anything…”

Silas laughed. It was dark and knowing, vibrating against Evan’s skin. “Liar.”

His fingers drifted lower, skimming the waistband of Evan’s pants, teasing, making heat coil tight in Evan’s belly. His hand dipped just beneath the fabric, fingertips brushing against the hard length waiting for him.

Evan twitched, a sharp gasp ripping from his throat.

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