Page 40 of Silas's Sweetheart

Can you hear yourself? You can’t go back to the way things were!

I can and it will!

For weeks he’d craved what Ziggy could offer him, but he’d denied himself because…

The less thought about that, the better. He’d make a point that he didn’t like to share as Ziggy’s point about being honest still stood.

As the seconds ticked down, his pulse quickened with the thrill of what was to come. At the brief knock, he rose to walk to the door, calling out, “come in,” as he reached it, already anticipating his moves.

His breath hitched, his gaze roaming hungrily over the man he’d denied himself for too long. The man who quirked an eyebrow at him and gave him that commanding look that called to Silas’s need.

There was the briefest of hesitations as Ziggy scrutinized him, then his eyes glinted with dark desire that left Silas aroused. “What do you want?”

All Silas could smell was Ziggy, no hint of Frey. “You.” He didn’t hesitate, even when he saw a flash of confusion in the other man’s eyes.

Ziggy licked at his lips, head tilting as those stunning eyes of his never left Silas’s. “Really?”

“Yes.” Silas stepped around Ziggy, nudging him inside to shut the door. In his mind, everything was resolved or would be when he made his position clear. Ziggy, it seemed, hadn’t had sex with Frey, not that he was going to open that can of worms right now because he desperately wanted things to go back to the way they were before.

His wolf half actually made a scoffing noise in his mind, which Silas overlooked.

Inside his office, Ziggy’s presence filled the room. The man had his own style and today he wore braces over a striped button-down that was rolled up to his elbows, revealing just a few of the intriguing tattoos that covered his body. Chocolate brown skinny legged slacks came with a pair of sturdy ankle boots in the same color. Standing behind Ziggy, who hadn’tmoved, Silas could appreciate just how the cut of the material accentuated the bubble butt Silas loved to watch dance and bounce when Ziggy sat astride him, reverse cowboy style.

Releasing a shuddery breath at the hope Ziggy would ride him like that, his blood heated, and he gave in and pressed his chest against Ziggy’s back. His arms snaked around the slim waist, while he whispered next to Ziggy’s ear, “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock until my knot locks you to me, then ride me until it hurts.”

Ziggy visibly tensed against him, and Silas’s breath hitched at the possibility of miscalculating—at being denied.

When Ziggy looked back at Silas, something in his gaze caused Silas’s gut to clench unpleasantly, then it was gone. Silas had no time to over analyze whatever it was, his thoughts disrupted by Ziggy’s next words. “So calling me here, you just want sex?”

Nothing in his tone revealed what his thoughts were, and Silas croaked out, “Yes.”

When Ziggy spun around so fast it knocked the wind out of him, Silas had no time to right himself when Ziggy thrust him against the door with a thud. His head thumped against the wood, his cock going rock hard at the show of dominance. One he’d been dreaming of, missing like an amputated limb that continued to give pain even when it wasn’t there.

A not quite steady finger traced down his lips, over his jawline, down to his Adam’s apple, light as a breath of wind, yet felt firm and possessive. Vivid green eyes never swayed from him as fingers curled around his throat and squeezed, hard enough to make it difficult to swallow. He dragged Silas closer, but not close enough to taste the lush lips nestled in the trimmed beard. Their gazes locked together, and his ears buzzed. Harsh pants hit his face as the sexual tension built between them. It was like a flicker of flames curling around wood before it caught and burst in a raging inferno.

When Ziggy swooped in to kiss him, Silas gave a throaty moan as fingers dug into the flesh of his neck, holding him prisoner to the assault on his mouth. It was hard and hungry. Angry, even. He could taste it. The chemistry between them went from simmering to boiling under the force of Ziggy’s tongue, which stroked against his in erotic glides. This was no simple kiss, it swept him into the middle of the inferno with its passion.

It burned him alive.

He didn’t care. Didn’t want to escape. He wanted to be devoured in the flames. Silas’s universe narrowed to the one man who held him under his spell. Dark and dangerous, it was how Ziggy tasted to Silas. A wickedness that left Silas consumed with the need for more.

Being able to breathe meant nothing when Ziggy’s touch melted away his sanity.

Why had he deprived them both of this?

Why?

Fingers slid up into his hair and nails dug into his scalp, ripping a moan from him at the sharp sting. Ziggy’s mouth grew hungrier, their tongues tangling as Ziggy ate every sound Silas made, like a starving man who hadn’t feasted for a week. The power was undeniable when all Silas wanted to do was submit.

He trembled from the force of their passion, from the tight hold on his throat that owned him. How Ziggy’s scent drove him to want to cling tighter to the moment and never let go, his mind floating like a weightless cloud on a summer's breeze. Each ragged inhale, through his nose when Ziggy refused to release his lips or throat, did little to assuage the burning inside him.

Hot, hungry moans were the music they created together from the energy and control Ziggy held over him. Weak and boneless, he could do no more than give in to the madness. To offer Ziggy everything he was.

The strength on display as Ziggy pinned him against the hard wood was its own aphrodisiac. When, moments later, he changed the angle of the kiss, stabbing his tongue deep in Silas’s throat, forcing him to open, he was nothing but a passive participant. His cock throbbed, leaking and begging for pressure, for anything Ziggy was willing to give him. Only Ziggy angled his body to prevent that and kept Silas off kilter. He mewled his need, his lungs burning, his mind fuzzy.

When the kiss turned teasing, he groaned anew at the delicate bite of teeth on his swollen lower lip as Ziggy withdrew.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? To be my slave. To let me use your body any way I see fit. To control when you get to come. To breathe?”

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