Page 16 of Caught

Evan sucked in a sharp breath, shivering beneath him.

But he didn't struggle.

Silas dragged his lips down the side of Evan’s neck, breathing him in, feeling the rapid pulse against his mouth. His mate smelled like nerves, like arousal, like something he needed down to his bones.

He ran his hands down Evan’s sides, firm, possessive, anchoring them both. “Let me show you,” he murmured, kissing along his shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin.

Evan trembled, fingers digging into the earth. Silas could feel the war raging inside him—the fear, the longing, the raw, unspoken need.

Silas growled softly, nipping at the back of his neck, voice like velvet and steel. “Say it, Evan.”

Evan squeezed his eyes shut, breath shuddering. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper—

“…I want it.”

A deep, possessive growl tore from Silas' chest.

Silas held Evan against him, feeling the tremors running through his smaller frame. His mate fit so perfectly against him, like he had been made to be here, pressed beneath Silas’ larger body, heat pooling between them. His hands slid down Evan’s sides, tracing every sharp inhale, every suppressed shiver. The tension in Evan’s body was palpable, a taut wire strung between nerves and something deeper.

He ran his thumbs along the curve of Evan’s spine, following the natural dip that led lower, smoothing over the swell of his ass. The contrast of softness and muscle beneath his hands sent a slow, burning heat through Silas’ blood.

His cock was heavy, aching, pressing insistently against Evan’s skin. The friction was barely anything, just the slick drag of heat against sweat-slicked skin, but it still sent a shudder up Silas’ spine.

Evan squirmed, a sharp, breathless sound escaping his lips as he instinctively tried to close his legs. Silas’ grip tightened, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. He pressed his hips forward again, letting Evan feel the weight of him, the fullintentof what was coming.

Evan shivered.

Silas ran his hands lower, spreading him open, his gaze darkening at the sight of his mate bared to him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to thebase of Evan’s spine. His mate. His. The need to claim, tomark, to make sure Evan never forgot who he belonged to, roared through him.

He took his time, letting his fingers tease, tracing delicate circles over sensitive skin. He felt every shudder, every quick inhale, every minute shift in Evan’s body. Silas worked Evan open with slow, deliberate movements, his fingers pressing inside with careful pressure, feeling the tight resistance around them. The heat of him, the way his body clenched instinctively, made Silas groan low in his throat. He didn’t force it. He wanted to feel every shiver, every sharp inhale, every moment Evan’s body adjusted to him.

He pushed in deeper, his fingers slick and firm, coaxing Evan’s muscles to relax. At first, there was hesitation—tightness, tension—but Silas was patient. He stroked along the sensitive inner walls, tracing slow, teasing circles, letting Evan get used to the feeling of being stretched.

Evan trembled, his breath catching in his throat. Silas felt the way his thighs tensed, the way his body instinctively tried to resist before slowly, steadily, he started to loosen around him.

“That’s it,” Silas murmured, voice rough with approval.

He curled his fingers, pressing just right.

Evan’s breath hitched, his back arching slightly, a startled noise escaping his lips. Silas grinned, his chest tightening at the sound, at the way Evan’s body responded despite his nerves.

Silas didn’t stop. He moved with steady intent, withdrawing just enough before pressing in again, coaxing him further open. He added another finger, groaning as Evan tensed around him, tight and hot, clenching before slowly yielding. His free hand slid over Evan’s hip, steadying him, feeling the way his body shuddered with every slow thrust of his fingers.

Deeper now, stretching him more, working him until he was pliant under Silas’ touch. His fingers stroked Evan, teasing,making sure he was ready for more. He could feel the difference now—the resistance giving way to something softer, something needy.

Evan let out a shaky breath, his body twitching, hips shifting almost unconsciously.

Silas smirked. He pressed in again, firmer this time, curling his fingers until Evangasped, his entire body jerking at the sudden spike of pleasure.

Silas groaned at the sound, at the way Evan clenched around him. His fingers moved in slow, deep strokes now, relentless, coaxing more of those unsteady, breathless noises from his mate’s lips.

Evan was opening up for him. Taking him.

He was ready.

And Silas wasn’t going to wait any longer.

Silas pressed the head of his cock against Evan, feeling the tight resistance as his body instinctively fought to accommodate him. Heat pulsed through Silas’ veins, every muscle in his body coiled tight as he held himself back, savoring this moment—the first push, the first claiming, the first time his mate would take him.

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