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It was as if Silas had always been here, always known him in ways Evan couldn’t understand. There was something ancient in the way he moved, the way he spoke.

Evan’s breath caught in his throat, his fingers curling involuntarily around Silas, as if to keep himself grounded. The warmth of him, the solid weight of his cock in Evan’s palm, the way his bodyshudderedunder his touch—it was all consuming.

Then, Silas’ dark eyes flicked downward.

Evan felt it before he even registered what it meant—the shift in focus, the subtle change in the air between them. Silas waslookingat his mouth now.Staringat it.

A slow, predatory smile curved at the edges of Silas' lips, dark amusement glinting in his gaze as he let out a breathy chuckle. "Your mouth," he murmured, voice thick with heat, "is so fuckingpretty."

Evan's stomach twisted, heat licking up his spine.

What?

Out of everything,thatwas what caught him off guard? Not the fact that he was trapped beneath a werewolf in the middle of the woods, not the fact that he had Silas’ cock in his hand, not the reality of what was happening tonight—butthat. That stupid, unexpected compliment.

A flush burned hot across his cheeks, and he knew Silas saw it.

Silas’ grin widened. "Oh," he mused, his voice dropping to a husky rasp, "youlikethat, don’t you?" He reached down, the rough pads of his fingers tracing along Evan’s bottom lip, dragging it down slightly. "Bet you don’t even realize how good you’d look wrapped around me, do you?"

Evansucked in a breath, his mind short-circuiting at the words. His pulse thundered as Silas’ fingers pressed a little firmer against his lips, teasing the soft skin, his touch both coaxing and possessive.

He should have said something. Protested. Fought back.

But before he could even think—before he couldprocess—Silas leaned in and kissed him.

Chapter six

Evan

It was a deep, consumingclaimof a kiss.

Evan’s breath vanished—stolen as Silas’ lips pressed against his, firm and demanding, hot and unrelenting. His hand twisted into Evan’s hair, keeping him still, holding him there as he devoured his mouth. His lips were warm, impossibly soft, but his kiss—god—his kiss was anything but gentle. It was dark, hungry, full of raw heat and primal need.

Evan hadneverbeen kissed like this before.

Hell, he’d never been kissed by amanbefore.

And it was nothing like the shy, careful kisses he’d forced himself through with girls—nothing like the awkward, uncertain pecks he’d given back in high school just to keep up appearances.

This was heat and pressure and power. Silas wasn’t asking. He wasn’t hesitating. He was taking, and Evan felt it—felt it in the way his body responded before his brain could catch up.

A low, pleased growl rumbled from Silas’ chest as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Evan’s mouth, claiming everyinch of him. Evan’s body betrayed him, shivering as a helpless noise caught in his throat.

Silas groaned, tightening his grip in Evan’s hair, his fingers tugging just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure down Evan’s spine. He was drowning in it—inhim—in the sheer heat of Silas pressing him down, in the scent of him, in the taste of him—earth and musk and something wild and dark and addictive.

And Silas—god, Silas waslosing it.

A low, guttural growl tore from his throat, vibrating against Evan’s lips as he deepened the kiss with a fierce, unrestrained hunger. His body tensed, muscles coiled tight like he was barely holding himself back. Evan could feel the way Silas’ cock throbbed against him, hot and heavy, leaking slick precome that smeared across his skin with every desperate roll of Silas’ hips.

Silas growled against Evan’s lips, a rough, hungry sound that sent heat curling low in his stomach. His mouth was firm and unrelenting, claiming Evan’s like he had every right to take it. His hands roamed over Evan’s body, broad and strong, fingers pressing into his skin like he was memorizing the shape of him. Every stroke, every caress, sent a shudder through Evan’s body, twisting his insides with something terrifyingly deep and primal.

Evan’s hands clenched at Silas’ shoulders, his instincts warring against each other. He should shove him off,fight—but his body wouldn’t obey. His fingers only dug in harder, his lips parting as Silas deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against his own in slow, devastating strokes. Heat licked down his spine, pooling low in his belly. He felt Silas’ cock throb against him, felt the raw hunger pouring off of him, but it wasn’t just lust.

There was something more.

Something he didn’t understand.

Silas groaned into his mouth, pulling back just enough to let their breaths mingle. His eyes burned as he stared down at Evan, his gaze dark, feral. His chest heaved, muscles tightbeneath Evan’s grip, his thighs bracketing Evan’s ribs, keeping him pinned. His hands flexed against Evan’s sides, stroking up his ribs, sliding lower, possessive and hungry.

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