“Get on with it then!” Silas snapped, suddenly quite sure that if he wasn’t stuffed with Dean’s cock in the next five seconds, he would die.
“So impatient,” chuckled Dean, teasing a thumb over Silas’s hole.
Silas groaned and pushed into Dean’s touch. “Get your cock in me now, before I die,” he whined.
“What are you going to die of, Angel?”
“Lack-of-cock-itis!” exclaimed Silas.
Dean laughed heartily, making the bed shake. Silas growled in frustration and clutched the fur beneath him as if it could give him some release.
“Dean!” he tried to warn, but it came out as an imploring whimper.
“I’m sorry Angel, give me a sec. I’m laughing too hard.” The bed continued to shake and the sound of Dean’s deep laugh rolled around the room.
Silas scowled, amusement bubbling inside him despite his desperation. It was lovely to hear Dean so happy.
“That’s it. The next spell I’m going to work on is how to give you Lack-of-cock-itis,” Silas teased.
Dean stopped laughing to hum appreciatively. “I’m always happy to take your cock Angel, no need for spells. But a little added spice is always nice.”
Silas’s mind whirled with images and connotations of using magic in the bedroom, but all his thoughts were suddenly derailed by Dean placing his strong hands on his hips. A helpless, hungry noise spilled out of Silas’s throat. The atmosphere in the room switched from warm humor to lust, need, and desire.
The feel of Dean’s cock at his entrance was electrifying and Silas tried to push back and impale himself on it, but Dean’s grip on his hips was firm and he couldn’t move an inch. Dean was in control, and Silas loved it. Lying there and just taking it like a pillow princess was fun. It made him feel lazy and spoiled.
Dean’s cock was slowly stretching him, spreading him wide and filling him with delicious silken heat. Nothing felt better than Dean’s cock inside him. Nothing ever would. It was heaven, it was bliss, it was everything. Silas moaned in delight.
“You take me so well,” breathed Dean.
Silas felt his toes curl and his eyes roll back. Damn, Dean’s bedroom talk always did things to him. Then Dean was railing him and it was glorious. Silas turned his face into the pillow to muffle his screams of delight. He wasn’t shy, but it was early and people were busy, they didn’t need to be distracted.
Silas came hard. When he eventually drifted back down to reality, he found himself stuffed with Dean’s knot. So full, the pleasure nearly bordered on pain. He groaned.
Dean maneuvered them competently so that Silas ended up sitting on Dean’s lap, his back to the alpha’s chest. The position making the alpha’s knot slide even deeper into him. Silas whimpered with joy. His head lolled back onto Dean’s shoulder and the alpha gently brushed his hair to one side, baring his mating mark. Dean’s soft lips descended onto Silas’s uncovered mark and Silas ground his hips in ecstasy.
Dean’s mouth on the juncture of his neck and shoulder was sheer rapture. That sensation combined with his ass being full of Dean’s knot was carrying Silas to nirvana. He wanted this moment to last forever. Here in Dean’s arms was everything he needed. Nothing else mattered.
Dean’s fingers wrapped around Silas’s cock and started to caress with firm, sure strokes. Silas wailed and writhed, his body reaching a whole new peak of divine sensations before tumbling over the edge into another hard orgasm. He felt his ass clench tightly around Dean’s cock, squeezing a deep moan from the alpha, shortly followed by a great gush of seed as the alpha’s own orgasm took him.
“Angel,” moaned Dean, like a prayer.
Together they panted, trying to catch their breath. Their bodies melded as one. Dean’s knot was still firmly in place. Silas sighed in pleased satisfaction, he didn’t want his mate’s cock to go anywhere. It belonged inside him. He needed it.
Silas’s heat still raged, and he grinned in delight. He did not want this to end. His cock swiftly recovered and filled again. He raised himself a tiny fraction, just enough to bounce a little on Dean’s knot. The alpha all but howled with pleasure. The sound pleased Silas greatly.
“More,” he demanded.
Dean gave a filthy chuckle. “Yes, boss,” he said, and his hand returned to Silas’s cock.
Silas wriggled in satisfaction. He no longer cared that his heat was early or inconvenient. He no longer cared about anything. Tonight was going to be fun.
Chapter twenty-five
Thenextday,Silasstrode through the Council Chamber on his way from one dull meeting to another. He tried to talk himself out of his bad mood, but with the thought of endless meetings, it was impossible. He was annoyed that he had ever felt guilty for neglecting his Council duties.
He had been distracted by the search for Ash and then by Dean dying, but annoyingly Baltazar and the other Council members seemed to have mostly got on just fine without him. Silas would have much preferred for the place to fall apart without him, but he consoled himself by thinking how much work it would have taken to fix everything. This way was certainly easier.
He sighed. He still did not like feeling superfluous. And it wasn’t just vanity that made him feel that way. It was a dangerous position to be in. He needed to make damn sure no one else realized he was, or he wouldn’t stay Grand Master for long.
