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Silas’ breath hitched. His fingers flexed against Evan’s skin, a tremor running through his arms. “Of course I am.” His voice was low, strained, like it physically hurt to restrain himself. “I won’t hurt you.”

The words shouldn’t have sent a thrill through Evan, but they did.

Evan sucked in a shaky breath. No one had ever done that before. Not his past hookups, not even the people who had claimed to care about him. As a guy, he’d always been expected to just go along with whatever, to be fine, to never need anyone looking out for him.

But Silas was looking out for him.

Evan could see it in the way he shook with the effort to hold himself back. He could hear it in the rough edge of his breathing, feel it in the way he stroked Evan’s hips like he was fighting his own nature.

A lump formed in Evan’s throat.

He should be afraid. He should be pushing Silas away before this went too far.

But he didn’t want to.

Because for the first time in his life, he felt safe.

Even if it was with the most dangerous man he’d ever met.

Evan’s pulse pounded in his ears, his whole body humming with heat and something wilder, something reckless. He felt the thick swell of Silas’ knot pressing against him, strong but not forcing its way in.

Evan wasn’t sure what came over him, but he didn’t want restraint. He didn’t want gentle. Not now.

He wanted everything.

With a slow, deliberate shift of his hips, he pushed back against Silas, rolling his ass against the knot. The stretch was intense, almost too much, and his breath hitched at the sheer pressure of it. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. A low, throaty groan tore from his lips as he arched, driving himself down.

Silas’ reaction was immediate. He snarled, fingers digging into Evan’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. His whole body locked up, a violent shudder rolling through him. “Evan,” he growled, voice rough, wrecked. “You—fuck—you can’t—”

Evan turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse of him. Silas was barely holding on, his teeth bared, golden eyes blown black with hunger. He looked dangerous. Wild.

Evan made his choice.

He pushed back against it.

Chapter nine

Evan

Evan gasped as the knot caught, stretching him impossibly wide. His thighs shook, his fingers scrabbling against the dirt, and for a split second, he thought he couldn’t do it—

Then it was inside.

A sharp, overwhelming fullness hit him all at once, stealing his breath. He let out a strangled sound, his back bowing as the knot forced a deep, aching pressure against his prostate. It was too much—nearly—butfuck, it feltgood. His nerves were on fire, his whole body locked up in overstimulation, caught in the burning, unbearable pleasure of being so completely filled.

Silas snapped.

A savage growl ripped through him, and in the next second, Evan was pinned beneath him, claimed. Silas’ body trembled violently, his breath ragged, desperate. “Shit,” he bit out, voice shredded, a hand sliding down to grip Evan’s throat—not squeezing, just holding. Holding him still. Holding him close.“You took me, you—” His breath hitched, and his hips bucked, grinding the knot deeper.

Evan’s whole body jolted, a strangled moan escaping his lips. His head tipped back against Silas’ shoulder, his chest rising and falling in quick, panting breaths. “Yeah,” he gasped, “I did.”

Silas cursed under his breath, then sank his teeth into Evan’s shoulder—not painful, just enough to mark. His body pressed flush against Evan’s back, the heat of him sinking into Evan’s bones. They were locked together now, bound.

Like true mates.

And Evan fucking loved it.

Silas moved. Slow at first, a slow drag of his length inside Evan’s overstretched body, making him feel every inch, every thick pulse of him locked deep. Evan gasped, his fingers clawing uselessly at the dirt, his body strung tight between unbearable sensitivity and the craving for more.

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