Page 20 of Silas's Sweetheart

A dark stain of color rode over the bridge of Silas’s nose as his whole body went still. The silence in the room felt suffocating for a moment before Silas replied. “Okay.”

The disappointment returned before Ziggy could stop it. He worked at not second guessing himself as he unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the edges apart to reveal a fitted black silk basque beneath. It was one Ziggy had worn to improve his mood but now he could see most it definitely had a second benefit by the wide-eyed, hungry gaze roaming over him.

“Holy fuck!” Silas gasped, his hand going to the front of his slacks.

“No touching until I say you can,” Ziggy crooned with authority.

Silas’s groan came out pained as he let his hand slowly fall away with obvious reluctance.

“Come here and kneel for me.”

He tripped over his own feet in his haste and landed at Ziggy’s feet.

“Take off the rest of my clothes.”

Unsteady hands reached for the belt buckle, and the sounds of harsh breathing came with leather sliding from the loopholes. Silas whipped out the belt and dropped it to the floor. The intense look of concentration he wore left Ziggy’s insides burning. Silas worked to undo the button, sliding down the zipper to expose the black silk thong.

His groan came out tortured, then his tongue traced over his lips as he swayed closer.

Ziggy cupped the sides of his jaw, holding him steady. “Do you want to suck the pre-cum off the silk of my thong like the dirty cum-slut you are?”

“Yes,” Silas gasped, and Ziggy felt the warmth of his choppy breath through the damp fabric.

“Show me how much you want it.”

The next tortured groan sent a thrill through Ziggy.

The eagerness Silas displayed, sucking and lapping at the silk until it was so soaked it stuck to his cock, left him far too close to the edge of madness.

“Such a needy little cocksucker,” he hummed in delight, because Silas loved dirty talk.

He mewled, sucking harder, drawing the silk and Ziggy’s cock into his mouth. After a week of erotic dreams, it took no time at all for Ziggy to want to shoot his load. His fingers tightened as he mashed his groin into Silas’s face until his large body shuddered and quaked, although Silas never pulled away. If anything, he pushed in tighter.

Ziggy slipped a hand to the front of Silas’s throat, and gently squeezed.

The sounds of Silas’s desire made more pre-cum leak from him. “That’s it, suck the come from me. Show me how much you want my come inside you.”

Silas’s visceral moan vibrated through Ziggy, and he came in a violent burst, his cock throbbing at the unexpected rush. He arched back, spouting filth until he scented Silas’s pending release. He yanked his face away, got down on the floor and shoved Silas onto his back. Cock freed seconds later, he sucked the cum from Silas forcefully. Then, holding the salty richness in his mouth, he crawled over a stunned-looking Silas, mashing their mouths together to share his bounty.

Passively, Silas took it as Ziggy licked his way around Silas’s tongue, smearing the cum while swallowing Silas’s moans and whimpers.

“Such a good cum-slut,” he murmured against his lips, “but I don’t remember giving you permission to come.”

Silas’s breath hitched as Ziggy withdrew to look at the stormy, passionate eyes begging for everything Ziggy could give him. “Whatever should I do about that? Spank your cock until you’re hard and then edge you until you lose your mind… begging?”

Chapter Seven

Silas

In principle, when Dad had said he and Popi were retiring and laid out the plan, Silas had understood what it meant. Now, with the press conference looming the next day and all the shit with Taylin disappearing off for days and coming back mated to Hollis—shock fucking horror with all the damn tears—Silas felt he'd gotten a fist to the face. In part, that had to do with his own situation, when he’d felt a sliver of jealousy at his brother’s happiness.

Taylin was like a damn dog with two dicks at getting what he’d wanted—Hollis, his long-term crush. They might have all taken the piss out of Taylin because he’d mooned over Hollis for years, but they were all happy that things had worked out, despite the inconvenience of it all.

Had Silas bitched about the potential impact this would have with Hollis having a casting vote in the company? Yes, he fucking had. Popi and Dad had argued over decisions whenthey didn’t agree. It put strain on a relationship and Silas had witnessed it firsthand. Popi and Dad had years together to get them through the tough times. Silas worried, with the newness of Taylin’s and Hollis’s relationship, that it would fuck things up. He’d hate that for them, despite all the bitching he’d done in the alphahole group chat.

That was only part of why he wasn’t ready for the press, because he understood better than anyone that many hated divergents. He’d suffered the bullying for years. The betrayal of those who said they loved him. No amount of therapy and family support removed the hidden scars on his heart or the ones his body bore from beatings. He could fight with his fists, sure, but what he didn’t know how to defend against was a deluge of hate. It had made him shy away from being the center of attention. Those years of being bullied and trying to blend made it a hard habit to consider breaking.

Was it too late to change things up? Booker would make a better figurehead. He’d just tell everyone to go to hell. Silas released a wry chuckle at the thought of his brother going all bear on the press.

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