Silas stared at him. “Used a hand carved vegetable butt plug? Can’t say I have.”
Dean’s eyes practically glowed with exuberance. “Oh my, this is going to be so much fun.”
Silas glared at Dean suspiciously, but the alpha just smirked. His hands lowered to between Silas’s legs. Silas spread. Butt plugs were fun, if Dean got excited by vegetables, Silas didn’t mind at all. He loved getting Dean excited.
Dean swirled the plug teasingly around Silas’s hole before pushing it gently in. Silas groaned at the sensation, being filled was good. Nowhere near as good as being stretched by Dean’s cock but it was a good warm-up.
Dean stared at him expectantly. Silas gave him a puzzled look, but then Dean was kissing him. Devouring his mouth, taking it, claiming it. Silas wanted to wrap his arms around his mate’s neck, but his hands were tied. He whimpered in frustration. He needed Dean close to him, needed every inch of his skin to be touching every inch of Dean’s until they were melded into one.
The kiss ignited his arousal until it flowed down his veins to every part of his body. Every part of him was alight, even his toes. His ass was tingling around the plug. Silas gasped and squirmed. The tingling intensified, he whimpered into the kiss. His hips bucking from the strange sensation.
Dean broke away from the kiss, his eyes bright.
“Do you like it? Some people find it too much. Shall I take it out?”
Silas stared at him wide-eyed. Ginger didn’t taste that spicy when eaten, but this certainly felt intense. He was just about to open his mouth to say he wasn’t sure, when the tingle turned into something else.
His eyes widened and a string of intelligible swear words fell out of his mouth, followed by a very filthy moan. Dean chuckled evilly.
“I think you like it,” drawled the alpha in a deep, husky voice that didn’t help at all.
Silas swore again and bucked. Dean’s fingers wrapped around Silas’s aching cock and Silas nearly howled. Dean chuckled again before dancing his hand up and down his cock, maddeningly gentle. A tease. Nowhere near enough pressure to find release but just enough to mock and promise.
“Dean!” begged Silas. He’d never wanted to come so much in all his life.
“Fuck,” groaned Dean, and Silas was pleased that it wasn’t just him who was undone.
“Not yet, Angel. You can last a little longer,” breathed Dean.
Silas growled, his hips thrusting desperately into Dean’s hand. “Dean!” he tried to warn, to threaten, but it came out a pathetic, needy whimper.
Suddenly, Dean flipped him over onto his stomach. There was enough slack in the rope that bound Silas’s hands. Silas groaned in pleasure, now he could hump the bed, rub his cock along the sheets. He didn’t need Dean.
A smack on his ass made him yelp in surprise and then yelp again for an entirely different reason as the impact made his hole clench around the ginger, setting off a whole new tidal wave of sensations. He rubbed himself frantically against the bedclothes.
Dean flipped him back over. “Hey! No cheating Angel. Now I don’t get to spank you.”
Silas glared at him. “Dean!” This time, he managed to warn. “If you don’t let me come right now, I will turn you into a zombie for real!”
The threat lost its bite as it trailed over into a helpless moan that had him throwing his head back. His entire body undulating from the force of the sensations radiating from the tingling in his hole.
“Since you asked so nicely,” chuckled Dean.
Silas heard the snap of a lube bottle, then Dean’s firm, hot and slicked hand wrapped around Silas’s cock, gripped him tightly and then started pistoning, moving his hand up and down his cock in swift, rapid movements. Fast and furious. Silas screamed, arched and came so hard all his senses went off line. His ass clenched down on the ginger, triggering a whole new wave of orgasm until he was writhing, screaming and shooting seed everywhere. Over and over again.
Eventually Dean stopped, but not until Silas was convinced he had been milked so dry he’d never come again. His balls had never felt so empty. He collapsed against the pillows, boneless and sweaty. His throat raw from yelling out his pleasure. Dean gently removed the plug and lay down beside him.
The bastard didn’t untie him, but Silas was too breathless to complain and entirely too spent to use any magic.
“I’ll give you five minutes before I give you my cock,” said Dean sweetly.
Silas opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a hungry groan. Fuck. Telling Dean he was the boss tonight was the best idea he had ever had.
Chapter nineteen
“Silas!”calledsomeone,fartoo brightly. Silas groaned and rolled over. The space where Dean should be was empty. A sleepy memory surfaced of Dean kissing his forehead and saying something about work. Silas couldn’t stop his soppy grin.
Isaiah threw himself onto the bed by Silas’s feet. Sprawling on his back dramatically and making himself far too much at home.
