Page 23 of Caught

This was their game. A ritual they'd perfected over the past year, each chase ending the same way, each time more intense than the last.

Still, he struggled. You had to keep it interesting, right?

He twisted, testing Silas’ hold, but the werewolf was too strong, too fast. With a firm nudge, Silas kicked Evan’s legs apart, his hands gripping Evan’s waist with a possessiveness that sent a shiver racing down his spine.

"You thought you could outrun me?" Silas’ voice was a low, predatory growl against Evan’s ear, each word sinking into his skin, curling around his bones.

Evan sucked in a shaky breath, his pulse pounding. "I nearly did," he murmured, his voice betraying the thrill racing through him. "It took you half the night to catch me. Next year I might actually outrun you."

Silas’ answering chuckle was dark, laced with satisfaction. His body pressed closer, heat radiating between them, his dominance undeniable. "You should’ve stopped running sooner."

Evan barely had time to inhale before Silas' lips crashed against his, rough and claiming. Teeth scraped, tongues tangled, the kiss raw and unrestrained. Silas tasted like the night—cool air, wild instinct, and masculine need.

Evan melted and fought in the same breath, pressing into Silas even as he pretended to resist. It was all part of the game. His hands fisted in Silas' hair, tugging hard, but it only made Silas groan against his mouth, deep and satisfied.

"You like pushing me," Silas murmured against his lips, his hands sliding down to grip Evan's hips, fingers digging in just enough to make Evan gasp. "But we both know how this ends."

Evan shivered as Silas trailed his mouth along his jaw, then lower, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder. He bit down—not enough to break skin, but enough to make Evan whimper. Heat pooled low in his stomach, tension coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Silas," Evan breathed, half plea, half challenge.

Silas pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes burning with hunger and something deeper, something that had settled between them over the past year.

Possession. Devotion. Love.

Evan exhaled shakily, his entire body strung tight. He let his head fall back against the tree, exposing his throat in silent surrender.

Silas' teeth grazed Evan’s throat, just enough to make him gasp, before he pressed in, sucking harshly at the sensitive skin. The sensation sent a wave of heat crashing through Evan’s body, a rush of blood to his head, and a flare of desire low in his stomach.

Silas' grip tightened on him, his lips marking Evan’s skin with possessive fervor, a quiet growl vibrating through his chest as he nipped and pulled at the tender flesh.

Evan’s breath hitched, heart racing, as every pull of Silas' mouth made him feel like he was being consumed, body and soul. The pain mixed with pleasure in a way that made him crave more, his fingers gripping the tree bark as he fought not to crumble.

Silas' hands slid around Evan’s waist, firm and possessive. Without a word, he turned him, spinning him with ease until Evan’s chest pressed against the rough bark of the tree. The air caught in Evan’s lungs as his back collided with Silas' chest, feeling the heat of the werewolf’s body against him, hard and strong.

Evan's stomach fluttered with a mix of fear and desire. He could feel the heat of Silas' body against his back, the hard length of his cock pressing against his hole. He'd prepped himself before the run, in anticipation of its ultimate conclusion. The cool slickness of the lube was nothing compared to the burning heat of Silas' touch.

Silas didn’t hesitate. No teasing, no warning—just one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

Evan’s cry shattered the quiet, raw and desperate. The stretch burned, overwhelming, almost too much—but fuck, he needed it. Needed the force, the hunger, the way Silas took him without mercy. This was the darkness he’d always craved, the forbidden pull he’d spent his life denying.

Silas took him hard, relentless, his strength keeping Evan pinned to the rough bark. Each thrust was a brand, a claim. Evan felt every inch of him, thick and unyielding, spreading him open. His body trembled, helpless against Silas’ size, his own cock dripping, aching, desperate.

Evan's body responded eagerly, his cock hard and leaking, his muscles clenching around Silas' shaft. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through him, a heady mix that left him gasping for breath. He could feel Silas' claws digging into his hips, holding him in place, a sting that only added to the intensity.

"You feel that, Evan?" Silas growled, his breath hot on Evan's ear. "That's me claiming you, owning you. You'remine. Mine to mate, mine to fill."

Evan clung to Silas, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body utterly at his mercy. He had spent a year with this man—this monster of a man—and still, every time felt like the first. Still, Silas unraveled him with a single look, a single touch.

Beyond them, shadows lurked at the edges of the clearing, the restless pacing of watching eyes sending a pulse of heat downEvan’s spine. He knew what they wanted. Knew how they longed to have him, how the raw, animal hunger in their gazes burned through the night like smoldering coals. But they couldn’t touch him. No one could. Not while Silas had him.

And that knowledge sent a sharp thrill through Evan, an intoxicating rush of power mixed with surrender.

He let his head loll back, exposing his throat—offering himself the way he always did, the way he always would. Silas growled in response, low and approving, his breath searing against Evan’s skin before his teeth found their mark.

Pain flared, sharp and exquisite, before melting into something deeper, hotter. Evan gasped, his fingers digging into Silas' shoulders, his body caught in the storm of sensation. It wasn’t just the pleasure—it was the claiming. The sheer, overwhelming force of Silas' love, fierce and relentless, as if he needed Evan as much as he needed air.

Evan had never wanted anything so much in his life.

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