He could feel similar emotions from his mate through the bond. If anything, Silas seemed even more frustrated than Dean was. Not that anyone else would be able to tell. Outwardly, the necromancer looked calm and unperturbed as he fixed their visitors with a disdainful glare.
After making them squirm for a long, tense moment, Silas abruptly nodded and led the way to the pack office. Dean followed his mate and really hoped it wouldn’t take long. He really wanted to give Silas a full and very thorough demonstration on how all his body parts were fully functioning and not in the least bit zombified.
Chapter eighteen
Silaswassohappythat the day was finally over, and it was time to go to bed. Alone time with Dean, who was very much alive and somehow very much not a zombie.
The meeting with Luca had gone well. Luca had found the person responsible for tipping off the hunters, and offered him to Silas. The coven master had paled when Silas had gleefully accepted. Silas shook his head at the thought. It seemed his little brother was too soft, but Silas was confident Luca would learn.
Silas felt a little guilty for getting Eifion to secretly read Luca and his mate’s mind, but he needed to be sure. He needed to know that his newfound brother hadn’t betrayed him and gotten Dean killed.
Silas had been far too relieved to find out that Luca was innocent. Innocent, outraged and mortified. Silas admitted to himself that he would have hated having to kill his brother, he was definitely getting too soft. It was probably Dean’s fault. The alpha was just too damn nice. Some of it was bound to wear off on him. It was an unfortunate side effect of being mated to the alpha. But Dean was more than worth it.
Silas pushed all of that to one side. It was bedtime. Funtime. The last week of hardly touching Dean and being terrified that he was a zombie, had been the longest week of his life. Now that it was over, he just wanted to sink into Dean’s arms and forget all else. Dean was the only thing that mattered in the whole wide world and if thinking so made Silas soft, he didn’t even care.
Silas walked over to the bedside cabinet. The bedroom was back to normal, thank heavens. He hoped all that urge to have pillows and frigging fairy lights everywhere had been a lingering aftereffect of being thrown, and that it was now out of his system, never to return.
Opening the drawer, he pulled out the red silk rope, all neatly coiled. Just then, Dean walked into the bedroom, smelling absolutely divine. Silas whirled to face him and pressed the silk rope into the alpha’s hand.
“Tonight, you are the boss,” Silas told the alpha.
Silas watched as Dean’s eyes grew huge with hunger and delight. The alpha nodded enthusiastically before placing the rope by the bed, turning around, and running out of the bedroom.
Silas placed his hands on his hips.“What the…?”he asked.
“Getting something!”Dean shouted back through the bond, a whole heap of over-excited enthusiasm barreling along with his message.
Silas chuckled, got naked, and lay down on the bed. Curious and intrigued, despite trying his best not to be.
He didn’t have to wait too long before Dean came bounding back into the bedroom, a large mug in his hand.
“What’s in there?” asked Silas, completely bewildered.
Dean gave him a naughty look that sent butterflies fluttering in Silas’s stomach.
“You’ll see,” taunted Dean darkly.
Silas felt all his curiosity turn into sparkling excitement and anticipation. Arousal flared, only to be fanned by Dean casting his gaze slowly over his naked body. A look in his green-gold eyes as if Silas was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Dean’s gaze darkened as his pupils blew with desire. Silas swallowed dryly.
“Hands above your head,” said Dean softly, but there was just something so very alpha in the tone it made Silas’s knees go weak. He was glad he was already lying down, otherwise he probably would have fallen in an embarrassing swoon.
Silently he obeyed. His eyes never leaving Dean’s. Dean let out a soft growl of approval, before leaning over him to bind Silas’s hands to the headboard with the red silk rope. When he was done, Silas couldn’t resist testing them. The knots were secure, he wasn’t going anywhere. Of course, he could melt them with a thought, but that just made this fun instead of scary.
Dean reached into the mug and brought out an ice cube. Silas grinned. Mystery solved, and what a fun mystery it was.
The cold ice on his bare chest made him gasp. Shit, that was cold! He gritted his teeth as Dean slowly slid the ice cube along his skin. When the ice reached a nipple, Silas couldn’t contain his cry or stop arching his back. Dean chuckled.
The alpha reached for another ice cube and started to torture both of Silas’s nipples at once. Silas writhed, the pain and pleasure was a heady mix. Dean was relentless, tormenting him until the ice was completely melted and his nipples swollen and rock hard. Then the alpha ruthlessly pinched one and Silas bucked, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. There was no reprieve as immediately after that rush, hot wet heat descended on his other nipple as Dean sucked it and the contrast of the sudden heat after the cold, was shockingly intense. Silas felt like he nearly peaked from that sensation alone.
Dean’s hot wet tongue continued to rasp along his sensitive nipple until Silas was a sobbing mess. His cock hard and throbbing and his ass slick. Finally, Dean relented and sat up, giving Silas a chance to catch his breath.
Dean reached into the mug again and brought out something unexpected. Silas stared at it and blinked.
“You carved a butt plug out of a vegetable?” he asked Dean.
Dean tilted his head. “It’s ginger. Have you never done this before?”
