Page 44 of Hunted By Darkness

My eyes shot over, and I immediately regretted it. He was biting his lower lip and staring like he’d give chase the second I tried to escape. If anything, he hoped I would.

The hard ridges of his torso were admittedly tempting. I wanted to trace every corner with my fingers. Okay, my tongue.I blamed this obnoxiously alluring man for how insatiable I’d become. It never used to be this difficult to smother my urges, but Silas brought out parts of me I’d never seen before.

As if reading it all on my face, he crooked a finger at me. “Come here, little bird.”

“He’s a horny animal, isn’t he?” I heard Ryker mutter behind me. “I’m surprised he finds time to do anything else.”

“Do you think he’s in rut?” Tometi asked.

Ryker cackled. “Fae don’t have heats or ruts.”

“A flaw in their biology.”

The wolfish laugh that came next was filled with unbridled joy. “Something we can agree on, big guy. I’d pay good money to watch a bunch of Fae rutting at the same time every month, slaves to their base instincts like the rest of us. Although, after watching these two over the last several days, I’d argue they already are.”

Silas, unaware of the peanut gallery commenting on his virility, tugged me close and pulled aside the collar of my shirt. His tongue chased the line of my neck as the two phantoms went about their conversation like it was totally normal. I spent several seconds asking the universe what I’d ever done to deserve any of it.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

“Come now, love. I’ve been patient. I think I’m due a little affection from my gorgeous little rebel,” Silas said between kisses, hands sneaking under my shirt.

I clicked my tongue and tossed a cursory look over my shoulder at the two unseen men whispering to each other. “Oh? I didn’t think you’d want the guys to watch, but I guess we’ve never talked about group activities.”

His head snapped up and a growl left him. “Piss off, you lot, or I’ll find a way to toss you out myself.”

I heard Ryker laugh and sensed them leave the room without another word of complaint, probably to bother Salvator. They’d made it their daily mission to antagonize the shifter whenever time allowed.

Silas glared at the corner he thought they were in, and I decided I’d let the charade go on a little longer. He’d been difficult since Salvator showed up in that forest, and it was only fair I got to enjoy the secret hilarities of this crazy ability of mine. So, I watched the big brute talk to nothing.

Revenge was sweet.

“Don’t think I won’t deal with a pair of invisible deviants the same way I deal with every wanker who’s perving around my goddess. I’ll have it out with you like men, and we’ll see if you can feel pain as a pair of phantom bastards,” the assassin continued to rant, holding me close like he was protecting me.

My lips twitched as he growled and peeked at me, looking for any indication his threat had worked. I waited nearly three full minutes before telling him they’d left long before he’d launched into an increasingly creative series of threats.

“Cheeky,” he growled with a sly smirk. “Seems like my bird needs proper punishment. How dare you exploit your boyfriend’s genuine worry over you.”

I dodged his hands and tried to escape, but I was over his shoulder before I could. His hand landed on my ass with enough power to make sure it was a smack heard around the world. Or at least around the house. I wanted to be angry and snarl at him, but I remembered the last threat he’d made to the wall—“I’ll make you fetch for hours. It’ll take you that long to realize I never threw the bloody stick”—and dissolved into laughter instead.

Silas walked us into the master bathroom and flipped on the water. “You’ll let me wash you from head to toe, and you won’tcomplain, yeah? That’s a fitting punishment for a naughty little rebel like you.”

“Is that all?” I sassed, letting him caveman his way around the large space with me slung over his shoulder.

I caught a glimpse of his sneaky grin in the mirror. “Every part of you, love. Even the parts you rarely think about. The ones I’ll have to use my fingers to get to, yeah?”

I didn’t like that grin. That grin always came with a whole host of fucking problems for me. Silas would never do anything I didn’t want, but he liked to push it as far as he could. He knew me better than anyone, save Lev. I didn’t back down from a challenge, and everything he did in the bedroom was a challenge.

Whatever he had planned, it was something we’d never done before, and he wanted to see if I’d give up. The spark in his eyes said so as he pulled my underwear off and appreciated my ass with a squeeze. Turning his head, he lifted me enough to take a bite out of the ass cheek nearest him.

I gasped, reacting in spite of myself. I tensed and didn’t miss the victorious look he cast at my reflection. Maneuvering me without the use of magic, which was a feat, he tossed my shirt on the floor. He bit my ass again, and his fingers teased my pussy from bottom to top.

I didn’t gasp this time. I moaned. He made sure I was watching as he licked his fingers in the mirror’s reflection. Then he smacked me again and set me down on the sink.

Grabbing a handful of my hair, he dragged my head back and dropped a claiming kiss on my throat. “That’s my girl. Can’t help herself when I do what I want,” he whispered into my ear. “You like it when I have my way with you, don’t you, princess? Gets you all worked up, yeah?”

The air was hard to catch. I tried not to play directly into his hands, but every word was another nail sealing myfuture surrender. It was a quick flip from playful boyfriend to dangerous lover. Silas had mastered the switch. I’d give in whether or not I wanted to. I just didn’t want to do it right away.

Guiding my hand down his naked chest, he urged me to help him out of his pants, and I did without hesitating. His grin was feral as my hand slipped up one muscly thigh to graze his already-hard cock.

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