Page 41 of Silas's Sweetheart

Silas quaked against the door, heavy-lidded eyes begged the man holding him prisoner to his need.

“Yes,” Silas gasped when his throat was released, then cried out as Ziggy bit at the side of his neck hard enough to mark him, but not deep enough to break the skin.

His pulse raced with how his body responded, how his wolf was pushing, ready for fangs to pierce his skin.

Panic rose with how his need matched that of his animal side and he exposed his throat to Ziggy mindlessly.

The other man eased away. The intensity of Ziggy’s stare made Silas lose his breath once more, but for a different reason, and his cock spurted in his boxer briefs as if Ziggy was milking him. He shuddered, finding himself begging mindlessly, uncaring of the consequences, “Don’t stop.”

“You don’t know what you're asking for,” Ziggy rasped, and before Silas could shake off the lust clouding his thoughts, Ziggy dragged him from the door and took him to the floor so fast he had no time to brace. He hit the carpeted floor hard enough to rattle his bones. He didn’t get more than one expletive outbefore Ziggy savaged him. The brutal kiss was accompanied by the sound of clothes ripping, along with their cries of desire.

Silas was so consumed in the pleasure, it left no room for anything other than the driving need for the man taking him apart with every frantic touch.

Everything became a blur as Ziggy rose over him, his fingers twisting Silas’s nipples painfully as he slid his ass over Silas’s cloaked cock, letting it bump against the slick rim. “These need pretty little hoops so I can chain them and tug on them for when I ridemy cowboy.”

Possessive, dark desire burned through him. Ziggy’s aim was perfect, making the passion rage for escape. His skin, molten hot, left him feeling he had the worst fever of his life.

Sick… love sick.

The thought skipped about his brain, knocking him around worse than the bullies at school had, only this time all he had to do was say stop. He couldn’t get his lips to move when Ziggy slithered over him, rising to grasp Silas’s cock, the tight ass sucking Silas into its hot sheath. Mind-blowing pressure left his thoughts scattered in the hurricane that was Ziggy circling hips as he corkscrewed down Silas’s hard shaft.

The tight, convulsing channel left him in a painful, blissed out state. The euphoria of Ziggy sitting astride him, strangling his cock until his eyes watered, was unmatched by anything Silas had ever done and that included his first ride on a horse.

Then Ziggy—the asshole—squeezed as he shimmied up, making Silas cry out, “Fuck… fuck… too much…”

“No it’s not,” Ziggy hissed. The next circle of his hips in the death grip of his ass muscles, Silas’s body seized at the violent spasms rushing through his cock, straight to his balls.

“You hold back.” The demand in the sexy voice was nearly his undoing, as Silas panted, grunted and flailed like a damn fish on a hook.

He tried to stem the violent desire to come in the heavenly ass, hurting him so good. Ziggy’s ass unclamped, but before he could take in a relieved breath at the reprieve, the fucker slid off his cock, then crashed down hard and fast. Ziggy’s balls slammed against Silas, the slapping sound mixed with their grunts as Ziggy rode him until his whole body was one giant nerve ending.

“Pleassseeeeeeee…”

“Look at me,” Ziggy growled harshly. “Look right at me while I fuck the cum right out of you.”

It was too much, that sexy fucking growly voice. “Motherfuckerrrrrrr,” Silas screamed, his eyes desperately staying on the man who ruined him for everyone else.

There was only Ziggy as he tugged on Silas’s nipples, creating a world of white. Every hair on his body stood to attention, right along with every cell, and held him suspended between heaven and hell. Then Ziggy came forward, his mouth inches from Silas’s.

“Come,” he groaned throatily as he squeezed his ass and tugged Silas’s nipples until the buds burned.

The world simply disappeared, and he released a strangled moan as Ziggy’s mouth claimed his.

As Silas eventually floated back to reality, he had no idea whether he had knotted to Ziggy. His chest was slick with sweat and his cloaked cock ached in the confines of Ziggy’s ass as the man lay sprawled over the top of him, panting like a racehorse.

“Ho-ly fuc-k,” Silas slurred, past the awful dryness in his mouth, that he had no way of quenching with limbs fucked into oblivion.

“Yes… indeed.” Fingers traced over Silas’s collarbone, then over to where his pulse continued to pound. “Now do you want to talk about what the hell got you pissed at me?”

Chapter Sixteen

Delicious & Vicious

Ziggy:Okay, you asked for it and if I poison you, it’s all your own fault. There are chocolate brownies (thanks for the recipe, Bowie) in the coffee lounge… it was nice knowing you all!

Isley:I bet they’re delicious.

Ziggy:You’re taking your life in your own hands, you’ve been warned.

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