The flames are hot and have my naked body dripping with sweat as I perform the ceremony.
You’re supposed to do the chant one-hundred times, which seems excessive, but I’m going to follow it to a T.
I’m at chant eighty-nine when a stick breaks behind me, breaking my concentration.
My head snaps to the side, some of my hair sticking to my neck as glowing amber eyes stare at me. I swallow thickly, unmoving, as the wolf steps toward me.
This isn’t sweet Thorin, who lies on my bed for snuggles or forces me to wear a shirt that smells like him. No, he looks like the true predator he is and it only takes a moment for him to shift back into Silas.
Seeing a naked, slightly sweaty Silas approaching me does not help when I was mid ritual.
His cock is already hard, huge, and different?
I tilt my head to the side, noticing the bulge at the base of his hard shaft. My gaze trickles down to his large muscular thighs and then back to his face. All I see there is hunger.
I don’t know why I do it. Maybe it’s insanity. Maybe I fucked up the ritual. But I do the stupidest thing possible.
I run.
Fallen leaves and twigs fracture under my feet, and my chest heaves as I take each step, knowing I’m not going to get far.
When I turn my head, my hair sticking to my skin, he’s closer than I thought.
Fuck.
My pulse is racing with a mixture of desire, fear, and excitement. He warned me not to run, told me exactly what would happen. I’m either hard-headed or I wanted him to chase.
It’s the latter and I’m more than slightly embarrassed to admit it.
I’m getting more turned on as I circle back toward the fire, the large wolf shifter behind me is chasing me and I’m not even sure he’s going at full speed.
I glance back at him, and nearly trip. Two large arms wrapping behind me, his hard cock pressed against my back as he lifts me off the ground. One hand is secured around my waist as the other wraps around my jaw.
He doesn’t speak right away, no; he licks a line down the side of my neck, up to my ear.
It’s hotter than I ever expected it to be. I never thought licking someone could be so erotic, but wasn’t I just envisioning myself doing the same thing only a few days ago?
I grip his forearm that’s holding me, my nails digging into his skin as he rubs his nose into my hair.
“I can smell how wet you are, little wife. Let me take away the ache.”
A big part of me breaks at that moment. He told me not to run, it clearly brings out a dominant possessive side of him. But I know that if I told him no, if I asked him to walk away, he’d let me.
It’s why I stay and give him the slightest nod.
The sound that leaves Silas is masculine and deep, making my legs shake as he holds me closer to his body. He’s so big and warm, and it’s almost like I’m consumed by him. I’ve never been this turned on, I’ve never wanted to be with someone so desperately.
A little voice in my head is nagging me about the hex. But fuck it. I’ve spent my entire life being cautious. This is the one thing I want, and you know what? I’m going to let myself have it.
“I told you not to run from me, little witch,” he whispers against my ear as he carries me easily over to the fire. “Did you want to be caught? Is this what you need?” he asks, grabbing my breast with his hand and I moan.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he groans.
Silas sets me down on my feet and turns me so I’m facing him. I’m greeted with a direct view of his chest, and he tilts my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Tell me you ran because you wanted this too,” he says, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my cheekbones.
I decide I’m quite tired of him asking me the same question over and over, so instead of a verbal response, I wrap my hand around his cock. Even if I don’t feel particularly confident about my skills, the sound of pleasure that spills out of him has my ego inflating immediately.
