She needed this. If she were honest with herself, she’d pined for Silas for a long time. His intense attention made her feel like a queen, like someone had pulled back the shades on her life and let in the sun. She moaned.
His fingers skimmed the neckline of her robe, between the soft pink and her skin.
“I could change into something more… something else,” she whispered. She leaned back as he worked his way down her neck to the sensitive skin between her breasts.
“Are you kidding? I love you in pink,” he murmured into her skin. He untied the belt of her robe, spreading the sides wide.
He pulled back to look at her, a growl rumbling in her chest. “You are incredible, Meredith. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She laughed, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling. “Well, not the most beautiful. I’ve seen your ex-girlfriend naked.”
His growl grew louder, more intense, and his hands gripped her waist, spanning the area from hip to lower rib. “The most beautiful, Meredith.” He didn’t break eye contact. “There is no one I’d rather be with than you. No one.” His gaze traced her flesh, her face, her collarbone, her belly button. She could feel him look at her, the heat of his stare a palpable thing. His perusal finally abated at the red mound that marked her sex.
From her waist, he skimmed up her sides to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples. The hard pearls responded to his touch, and she tilted her head back, knees going weak with every electric pulse he sent through her.
“Do you like this?” He lowered his lips to her flesh. Goddess, his tongue was an instrument. He fondled one breast while his mouth toyed with the other, coaxing her nipple out even farther. He made sure to give the opposite its due.
“Silas, by the goddess,” she whispered, her eyes closed, her face tilted toward the ceiling. “I’m on fire.”
He skimmed his hands down her sides to rest on her hips, then lowered to his knees in front of her. His nose traced the porcelain flesh of her lower abdomen. “Let me help you with that.”
He spread her with his fingers and licked up her center. Meredith moaned and arched, bracing herself on his shoulders. It wasn’t only the pleasure of the act itself that drove her wild. This was Silas, the First Alpha, subjugating himself before her. The idea that he wanted her, wanted her enough to do this, was an intense thrill. She felt worshiped.
Her body rocked against his mouth, her moans growing in intensity. He didn’t let up. He licked and sucked, while she writhed above him. Like a pot boiling over, she swelled above the edge, her entire body stiffening, then spasming as her orgasm overflowed the sides of her being, too much to contain.
He stood, sweeping her into his arms. “Bedroom,” he demanded.
“Down the hall and to the left.”
Content in his arms, she leaned her face against the soft cotton of his shirt. He found her bedroom and lowered her onto her comforter, pushing her robe off her shoulders. She tossed it aside, completely exposed.
“This is hardly fair,” she said, eyeing his clothed state with reproach. She sat up, legs spread and bent at the knee, and reached for his belt.
“You are a sight, Meredith. By the goddess, I have to be inside you.”
She freed his cock and pulled his pants down over his hips. He was big, long and thick. On impulse, she leaned forward and licked up his shaft, enjoying the growl she elicited. Everything about the way he looked at her made her feel like a goddess, like she could undo him with a wink of her eye. She wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking him deep into the back of her throat.
With a rumble that might have been a purr, he unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, enough to pull it over his head. She held eye contact while she worked. Goddess he tasted good, the masculine scent of his skin arousing her once more. She stroked the heavy weights between his thighs while he shimmied out of his pants.
“Meredith, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“Please,” she whispered, “show me.” Lying back she held her arms out for him. He crawled between her legs, pulled her hips off the bed. She was no delicate flower, but the sheer size of him was intimidating. She spread her legs wider.
He pressed against her opening, then worked his cock into her with small circles of his hips. She gasped and tensed around him, each thrust stretching her to the limit. At last, when he was completely inside her, he stopped and closed his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“When I take what’s mine,” he whispered, “I take it slowly. I savor every minute.” He kissed her slowly. “Being with you feels right, like you’ve always been mine and I’ve always been yours. Does it bother you that I say you’re mine?”
Her gaze met his, and her arms and legs wrapped tighter around him. “No,” she answered genuinely. “I feel the same way.”
He thrust into her hard and quick. All she wanted was for him to be deeper. She raised her hips, breaking a sweat as she moved beneath him. Hips rising and falling like a machine, she became more animal than human, working with his movements to meet him thrust for thrust. Everything became sharper, more real.
He reached behind her knees and hooked her legs on his shoulders. In this position, deep and exposed, she lost all control. She gave herself over to the rhythm, screaming his name as another orgasm ripped through her.
The room rippled with light and heat that seemed to radiate from their connection as his body pulsed above her. He lowered her trembling legs. Tucking her face into the spot where his neck met his shoulder, she rode out the aftershocks, while her fingers stroked along his spine. All her worries about Alex, Nickelova’s heart, and her new job were gone, replaced by her hyperfocus on the man in her arms.
“I’m glad you became my partner, Meredith,” he whispered.
