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Silas' hips snapped forward, his cock slamming into Evan with bruising force. Evan's smirk dissolved into a gasp, his body jerking like a ragdoll against the tree. Silas leaned down, his hot breath washing over Evan's neck before his teeth sank into the tender flesh. Evan cried out, the bite sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure through him. His knees buckled, but Silas' powerful grip kept him upright, impaled on his thick cock.

"Mine," Silas rasped, his voice rough, raw. "No one else. No one touches you, no one takes you—just me."

Evan let out a breathless, trembling laugh, his body arching instinctively, instinct driving him just as much as desire. "Like I'd want anyone else," he murmured. "Like anyone else could ever—"

His words broke off into a gasp as Silas silenced him the way he always did—with lips, with hands, with the heat of his bodypressing Evan so tightly against the tree that there was nothing left between them. Nothing but need. Nothing but love.

Evan surrendered—like he always did, like he always would.

Hot breath ghosted over his ear. "Look at them," Silas murmured, voice dripping with command. "The mutts watching. Wanting. They’d love to have you. To claim you. But they never will."

Evan forced his eyes open. Shadows shifted, figures barely human, but their eyes burned: hungry, frustrated, wanting. A shudder racked through him, fear and something darker twisting in his gut.

"Put on a show for them," Silas ordered, sharp teeth nipping his earlobe. "Let them see what they’ll never have. Show them who you belong to."

Evan barely knew where his body ended and Silas began. His mind swam, overwhelmed by sensation, by the relentless pleasure unraveling him from the inside out. His hands clawed at the bark, his legs shaking, but it wasn’t just the physical that had him spiraling. It was him—Silas, the man who had claimed him, who worshiped him with an obsession Evan still didn’t quite understand.

A year ago, Evan never would have imagined that someone like Silas would want him—this much, this fiercely. He was just a regular guy, nothing special, not some battle-hardened wolf or heir to a bloodline.

And yet, Silas looked at him like he was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Touched him like he’d been starving for him every second they were apart. Took him like no other meal would ever satisfy.

Evan wasn’t just a mate. He was his.

A shudder rocked through him, pleasure winding tighter, but his thoughts flickered, scattered, landing somewhere softer. The pack. The place that had once filled him with fear, with the sharpedge of wariness, now felt like home. He hadn’t expected to like them. To laugh with them. To be pulled into their ridiculous rivalries, their inside jokes, their fierce loyalty that ran deeper than blood. He didn’t have to worry about full moons, about losing himself to instincts he didn’t have—but they never treated him like less.

They treated him like family.

Like he belonged.

And Silas—Silas had given him that. Had given him everything. Had made sure every single one of them knew exactly who Evan was to him.

Evan gasped, pleasure surging higher, and somewhere beneath the wildfire burning through him, something warm, something whole, settled deep in his chest.

Silas drove into him, relentless, every movement pushing Evan higher, making him shake. Heat built, unbearable, a cruel edge of denial just out of reach. The thick swell of Silas’ knot pressed against him, teasing, promising, but not giving.

"Please," Evan begged, his voice a ragged whimper. "Please, Silas, I need... I need your knot."

Silas chuckled, his breath hot against Evan’s ear, dragging out the torment. "Not yet. I want to feel you come apart for me."

That was all it took. Evan shattered. His whole body locked up, a sharp cry ripping from his throat as pleasure slammed into him with brutal force. His vision blurred, his senses short-circuited, his muscles clenching around Silas as he was wrung dry. He barely registered the rough snap of Silas’ hips, the guttural sound he made as he took exactly what he wanted.

Evan sagged against the tree, his chest heaving, his mind floating somewhere distant. But Silas wasn’t done.

A rough hand slid up Evan’s stomach, fingers spreading over sweat-damp skin, grounding him, keeping him where he belonged. Silas was still buried inside him, thick and pulsing,his presence impossible to ignore. Silas rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, making sure Evan felt everything.

A shudder ran through Evan’s spine. He should’ve been done, spent beyond recovery. But Silas never let him go easy. Never let him disappear into the haze of exhaustion without pulling him back into the heat, the hunger, the need.

Silas nipped at his throat, right where his mark sat, deep and permanent. "Still with me?" he asked, low and smug.

Evan forced his eyes open, his breath ragged, his body trembling. He should say no. He should tell him he had nothing left to give.

But the fire never fully went out when it came to Silas.

Evan turned his head just enough to meet that piercing golden gaze. He was exhausted, wrecked, completely at Silas’ mercy.

And still, his voice came out hoarse, desperate. "More."

Silas growled, his hands tightening. Then he gave Evan exactly what he asked for.

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