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He let his head fall forward, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, his skin damp with sweat. But something made him look back—some desperate need toseethe one doing this to him.

Silas was magnificent.

Muscles taut, golden skin flushed with heat, his dark eyes locked onto Evan like he was somethingholy. His jaw was set, lips parted just enough to reveal sharp, glinting teeth. He looked primal, dangerous, completely lost in the moment.

And hewantedEvan.

The realization sent another shudder through him.

He had spent years denying this, burying thoughts too shameful to entertain. The ones that crept in late at night, unbidden, stealing through the cracks in his mind. Dreams of hands gripping his waist, a body pressing him down, a voice murmuring how good he was.

But those were just fantasies.

This wasreal.

And it was breaking him apart.

Silas rocked against him, setting a rhythm that was firm, relentless. Evan felt himself open up further, his body adjusting, accommodating. It was overwhelming, too much, but his hips still moved to meet Silas’—a helpless reaction, instinctive, a chase for something deeper than just sensation.

Silas groaned above him, gripping his waist, his touch firm and possessive. "That’s it," he murmured, voice rough, filled with something almost reverent. "You're taking me so well."

A ragged breath tore from Evan’s throat. He didn’t know if he couldtakeit, but his body had already decided for him. His muscles softened, the sharp edge of pain melting into something deeper, something hotter.

Pleasure curled through him, slow and insidious.

Silas' thrusts grew harder, his hips slapping against Evan's flesh with a primal rhythm. He leaned down, teeth nipping at Evan's shoulder and neck, growls rumbling from his chest. Each bite sent jolts of pleasure-pain straight to Evan's groin, his cock aching and leaking.

"Oh god," Evan gasped, eyes wide with shock and need. He could feel every inch of Silas, the hot pulse of him, the way he filled him completely. The pressure was intense, almost too much, but it sparked a dark pleasure that had Evan writhing.

Evan was drowning in sensation, his body wrung out and aching for more. Every thrust sent sparks racing through his nerves, pleasure winding tighter and tighter until it was all he could think about. His fingers dug into the dirt beneath him, trying to hold onto something—anything—to ground himself. But there was no escape. Not from this. Not from Silas.

Then he felt it.

A thick, swollen pressure at the base of Silas’ cock, pushing insistently against him but not forcing its way in.

The knot.

Evan’s breath stuttered, his dazed mind catching up to what that meant. He wasn’t an idiot—everyone knew what it was. What it meant.

For werewolves, this wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just instinct. It was a bond. A claim. A forever.

His stomach clenched, panic sparking beneath the haze of pleasure. Silas had saidYou’re my mate. But Evan hadn’t thought about this part of it, hadn’t considered what it truly meant.

A werewolf’s knot wasn’t something casual. It wasn’t something they gave to just anyone. It was for bonded mates—real mates. A biological lock, a claiming that sealed them together in a way deeper than just flesh. The kind of thing that made a mate theirs in a way that was permanent, unshakable.

Jesus.

His fingers dug into the earth, his body tightening with realization. Evan turned his head, catching a glimpse of Silas in the dim moonlight.

Holy shit.

Silas lookedwrecked.

His dark eyes burned, pupils blown wide, jaw clenched so hard it looked like it hurt. Sweat slicked every hard line of his body, muscles taut with tension. His hands were gripping Evan’s waist like he was holding onto the edge of a cliff.

He was holding back.

“You’re—” Evan swallowed, his voice barely more than a gasp. “You’re holding back.”

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