I was a mess of moans and pleas, body trembling as he worked me open, his mouth returning to suck on my balls,then back to my cock, alternating until I was right on the edge. Finally, he withdrew everything, positioning himself behind me, his cock nudging my entrance.
“Ready?” he asked, voice strained, and I nodded frantically.
He slid in slowly at first, inch by inch, the stretch burning but so good, his thickness filling me completely. I gasped at the fullness, my virgin ass clenching around him as he bottomed out, his balls pressed against mine. “Silas—fuck, you’re so big.”
He stilled, letting me adjust, hands stroking my back. “You’re taking me so well. My perfect omega.” Then he started moving, soft thrusts at first, pulling out halfway and sliding back in, building a rhythm that had me rocking back to meet him.
But soon, the gentleness gave way. His hips snapped forward harder, slamming into me, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “Take it, Kellan. Take my cock like you were made for it.” He gripped my hips bruisingly, pounding deep, hitting my prostate with every thrust.
“Yes—Silas, harder!” I begged, loving the possession in his voice, the way he claimed me. “I’m yours. All yours.”
“You belong to me,” he growled, one hand wrapping around to jerk my cock roughly. “No one else gets this. Say it.”
“I’m yours!” I cried, the words pushing me over. My orgasm hit like a wave, my cock pulsing in his fist, cum shooting onto the sheets as my ass clenched around him, milking him.
Lock—Silas—followed seconds later, burying deep with a roar, his knot swelling just enough to lock us together as he came, hot spurts flooding my insides, marking me from within. He collapsed over me, panting, lips pressing kisses to my shoulder. “Mine,” he whispered again, and I smiled through the haze, finally feeling like I’d chosen right.
After, nothing felt lighter.
Lock was beside me, but I could hear his thoughts like it was being broadcast.
We hadn’t fixed anything.
We’d just made it impossible to pretend.
And I had no regrets.
14
LOCK
The call camein just after nine.
I knew it wasn’t routine the second Grim’s name flashed across my screen. He didn’t call unless something had already gone sideways.
I answered before the second ring.
“Talk to me.”
“They hit Havoc Ink.”
Everything in me went cold.
“How bad?” I asked, already moving, already pulling my boots on.
“Front windows smashed. Side door rammed in. No injuries.”
That was the only part that mattered.
“Reapers?” I asked, even though I already knew.
Grim exhaled hard. “Definitely. Blackthorn colors clear as day, but they got their faces covered.”
I was out the door before he finished.
The ride downtown felt longer than it should’ve. Not because of traffic, but because every red light gave me more time to think.
This wasn’t random.
