Page 15 of Caught

He wanted it gone. With one firm motion, he dragged the shirt upward, peeling it away. The fabric caught briefly before slipping free, baring smooth skin and lean muscle to the cool night air.

Evan’s body was warm beneath his touch, his skin hot despite the chill. His chest rose and fell too quickly, tension coiling tight in his frame. Silas ran a broad palm over his ribs, pressing just enough to feel the way he shuddered. He wanted more of that.

His fingers slid lower, tracing the waistband of Evan’s pants.

He felt the sharp hitch in Evan’s breath, the way his stomach tensed under his touch. Silas let a slow smirk curve his lips before he gripped the fabric and pulled, yanking the laces loose with a sharp tug.

Evan twitched, but he didn’t stop him.

Silas dragged the pants down in one fluid motion, baring strong thighs and the sharp cut of his hips. Then the last scrapof fabric was gone, and Evan was laid out before him, exposed in the moonlight.

Silas’ breath came heavier, slower.

Helooked.

Evan’s body was all lean muscle and golden skin, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His cock lay hard and flushed against his stomach, twitching slightly with every breath.

Heat burned through Silas, his fingers flexing at his sides as he drank in the sight of him. His own cock throbbed painfully, his restraint fraying at the edges. He slid a rough palm up the inside of Evan’s thigh, feeling the way the muscles jumped beneath his touch. His other hand settled on Evan’s hip, gripping firm. Holding him in place.

He exhaled slowly, voice deep and rough. “Just like that.”

Then he leaned down, his lips finding bare skin, dragging lower. Taking his time.

Evan shivered, a noise catching in his throat—something between a gasp and a moan.

Silas’ blood ran hot.

He ran his hands over Evan’s body, claiming him with touch, memorizing the dips and planes of his stomach, the way his muscles jumped beneath his palms. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweat pooling at the hollow of Evan’s throat, dragging lower to lick along his collarbone.

The salt of his skin, the heat of his body, the way he arched beneath him—it was intoxicating.

Silas' teeth scraped over a nipple, earning a sharp, helpless cry from Evan’s lips.

Perfect. Fucking perfect.

He would worship him. Break him. Put him back together.

Evan had no idea just how deep this bond ran.

But he would.

Evan arched under his touch, his back bowing off the forest floor as Silas' mouth explored his body. His scent spiked, the musk of his arousal filling the air and driving Silas wild. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a swift movement, he flipped Evan over onto his stomach, covering him with his body.

It hit Evan all at once—what Silas intended, how this was going to happen. Silas could see the moment that Evan's breath caught, panic clawing up his throat as he squirmed beneath the heavy weight pinning him down.

“Silas, wait—” he gasped, his voice unsteady, but the werewolf only pressed closer, a slow, satisfied growl rumbling through his chest.

“Wait,” Evan twisted beneath him, panic flickering in his voice. “I—I’ve never—”

Silas stilled. Oh.

His first.

A low, primal satisfaction curled hot in his gut. The thought of being the first to take him, to claim him fully, sent a shudder through his body. No one else had ever touched Evan like this.

And no one else ever would.

He leaned down, pressing against Evan’s back, his lips brushing the curve of his ear. “Good,” he rumbled, voice thick with dark pleasure. “Then I’ll be the only one.”

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