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But the words weren’t coming.

Because the truth was, he didn’t want to resist. Not anymore.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Silas’ cock, slick and eager, so fucking big that he wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to take it. But the thought only made the heat in his belly coil tighter.

Tentatively, almost hesitantly, he parted his lips, breath shuddering out against the thick, waiting length before him.

Silas’ grip in his hair tightened, a sharp inhale dragging through his teeth.

Evan felt the reaction—felt the way Silas’ cock twitched in his grasp, as if his body was aching for it.

And fuck, so was Evan.

Chapter seven

Silas

Evan looked up at him, wide-eyed, lips parted, breath coming in short, uneven bursts. He was still shaking from what Silas had just told him, from the truth that had settled between them like something inevitable.

His mate.

Not just a passing hunger. Not just a body to chase the fire from his veins.His.

Something wild and feral surged inside Silas, clawing at his chest, demanding more. He cupped Evan’s jaw, his thumb tracing the sharp edge, feeling the heat rising beneath his skin. So damn beautiful. Flushed, unsure—but here.

Evan swallowed, throat bobbing under Silas’ palm, and the sight sent a rush of heat through him so sharp it nearly undid him. His fingers flexed in Evan’s hair, not to force—just to ground himself.

Then Evan moved.

Silas sucked in a breath as the first slick press of lips wrapped around his cock, hot and wet. His head tipped back, stars bursting behind his eyes. A growl ripped from his chest, vibrating through the air as pleasure wrapped around his spine and squeezed.

Evan looked up at him, his pretty mouth stretched around something far too big, cheeks hollowing as he took more, his tongue stroking along the thick, sensitive vein. There was uncertainty there, but also raw, undeniable want.

Silas clenched his teeth, fingers curling tighter in Evan’s hair, not to demand, not to push—just to feel.

Gods, the way Evan moved. Tentative at first, then bolder, finding a rhythm, testing his limits, learning exactly how to unravel him. Silas’ body shuddered with every slick pull, every teasing flick of tongue. He groaned, deep and guttural, heat clawing up his spine, tension coiling so tight he thought he might snap.

Evan had no idea what he was doing to him.

Silas looked down, catching Evan’s gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his breath ragged, but he didn’t stop. He was so damn beautiful like this: flushed and messy, mouth wet and glistening with spit and slick, his lips wrapping around Silas.

A deep snarl rumbled from Silas’ throat as his hips rocked forward, barely resisting the urge to drive in deeper, to lose himself in the heat of Evan’s mouth. The pleasure was dizzying, consuming, dragging him toward the edge too fast. The scrape of teeth, the slick glide of tongue, the way Evan’s fingers tightened around the base of his cock, working in tandem with his mouth—it was too much. Fuck, it was too much.

Evan was trembling, his throat flexing as he tried to take more, his own hips arching up for more, aching and neglected. He was falling apart for Silas, unraveling in real time, and that sent something sharp and primal roaring through Silas’ blood.

His muscles locked.

His control nearly cracked.

Silas wrenched himself back with a growl, panting, his entire body shaking from restraint. He wanted to let go, wanted to finish right then and there—but not like this. Not yet.

Evan blinked up at him, dazed, lips wet and swollen, glistening with his own slick. His chest heaved, breath ragged, eyes stormy with something unreadable—something fragile beneath the heat.

Silas' gut clenched.

He couldn’t stop himself.

Before Evan could speak, Silas moved. He grabbed him, twisting their bodies, pinning Evan against the forest floor with his full weight. His fingers curled into the fabric of Evan’s shirt, feeling the heat of his body underneath, the quick, shallow breaths that lifted his chest.

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