Silas chuckles against my pussy like he can feel me warring with myself. And I moan like a wanton slut as he makes me come again.
A man with an appetite is more dangerous than any weapon I’ve ever wielded.
A well-placed bullet will kill me… But this kind of torture will have me worshipping gods I’ve never believed in.
Silas leisurely crawls up my body, settling between my legs once more. His focus is entirely on me, blue eyes bright with desire, as he wraps his hand around his thick cock, stroking himself until he comes across my lower belly.
The choice is intentional, more of a claiming than a need to release.
“I didn’t ask if you were on birth control,” he tells me, picking up his discarded t-shirt and wiping his come off my skin. “And I realized after I was inside you that I didn’t have any condoms.”
I snort. “That’s… thoughtful. I have an IUD.”
“That’s good,” he tells me casually, nodding his head as he drops onto the bed beside me. “Because one of us may or may not have a breeding kink, and it’s not me.”
“You’re really talkative post-sex to be so broody all the time.” I narrow my gaze at him as I prop my chin on his chest. “Is this a warning or a tip? Who is it?” I bite my bottom lip as he smirks at me. “But you’re the voyeur, right?”
“You’re too quiet even though I know you have a metric fuck-load of shit to say.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “Who is it?”
Silas just shrugs playfully, rolling me to sit naked astride his lap.
I grin at him, content to bask in this glow and conversation as long as he’s willing to reciprocate… because I can’t remember the last time I felt thisseenby someone.
Other than HimLock.
“We’re not going to need a full reset,” Kieran argues as we step into the loft from the garage. “The server was glitching because of the new compression algorithm. Silas was right; it’s over-calibrating user engagement scoring.”
I drop my keys on the kitchen counter and scrub a hand over my jaw. “That’s what I get for letting someone else touch the scoring logic. They optimize for efficiency instead of the obsession our users develop.”
Kieran hums. “You say that like obsession isn’t your primary personality trait.”
“Is it not yours too?”
He gives me a look. “Touché.”
We move farther into the loft, but it’s oddly quiet. Too quiet for this time of evening. There’s no low music playing over the speakers. No laptop glow bleeding out of the living room… In fact, there are no living room lights on at all. No Eris on the couch, curled in the corner with her legs stretched out like she owns the space already.
And Silas…
Silas is never gone from his chair when we get back. He practically lives there.
“Where are they?” My steps slow as I glance around. “You don’t think?—”
Laughter interrupts my question to Kieran.
Soft. Breathless. Already so familiar.
Eris giggles, and the sound drifts down the hall like magic carried by the air.
I stop dead. Kieran freezes beside me, his hand on my forearm as if touch will pull us from the twilight zone we’re walking into.
That laugh isn’t casual. It isn’t even polite. It’s the kind she only uses when she’s leaning into someone. When she’s poking. Teasing. Enjoying herself.
Then Silas’s voice follows, intimately low and so goddamn rare. Then he chuckles at something she says…
“Oh,” I mutter, turning my head like that will help me hear what they’re saying. “No fucking way.”
