“Greedy girl,”he panted. “You need to be filled up.”
Petra’s eyes nearly slid closed at the very idea, but they snapped open wide when he gave her hair a warning tug. Silas raised his eyebrows, looking down at her regretfully — like his cheeks weren’t flushed or his shadows weren’t in a riot around him as he clearly neared his own climax.
“I’m sorry, baby, but you’re not getting cock today.” He punctuated his declaration with a stiff roll of his hips, one hard enough to make her shoulders hunch as she fought a gag.
Before she could even think of a way to protest his decision, Silas’s attention drifted over the top of her head. His lips twitched with a cold smile. “But I’m gonna fill you up anyway, right here where your goddess can see.”
In a dizzying series of quick movements, Silas pulled out of her mouth and stooped to lift her off the ground. Shadows swept behind her, sending the incense burner clattering to the floor. Her ass landed on the hard, smooth surface of the altar and her back hit the gold statue as he hiked up her skirt and tore her panties down her legs, leaving them to dangle off one of her black heels.
Speaking with a cool calm that was completely at odds with his actions, Silas warned her, “From now on, you follow my rules. You do as I fuckin’ say when I say it. You ever run from me like that again and I’ll choke you on my cock.”
“You already?—”
“You think that was bad?” Silas gave her a cruel smile. “Baby, that was gentle.”
“Silas, I—Oh!”
Petra’s knees drew up and her fingers locked around the edge of the altar as something wide and firm slid inside of her. For a wild second she thought he’d done exactly what he said he wouldn’t do, but no, that was impossible because Silas was on his knees before her.
He’d thrown her calves over his shoulders and appeared to be watching as his shadows pumped inside her, their movement like nothing she’d ever experienced in the past.
Petra’s spine bowed as she bit back a cry. For all that they were a magical construct, they feltrealas they thrust inside her. Her thighs began to shake. She held onto the altar for dear life as he made the shadows a bit bigger, their movements a bit more forceful, until she felt like she was being split in two.
And then Silas’s mouth closed over her clitoris, sealing with perfect, borderline painful suction, and the world went spotty.
She came with a muffled sob, her lips tucked between her teeth. The shadows gradually stilled, but Silas remained between her legs for several long minutes afterward, prolonging the aftershocks with slow, ravenous kisses.
Just when she believed she couldn’t take anymore, he rose up, elbows hooked beneath her knees, and settled the heavy weight of his cock onto her core for several quick, jagged thrusts.
“Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous,”he chanted, almost to himself, as thick ropes of come splashed across her mons and upper thighs.
Exhausted, Petra dropped her head back against the priceless statue and stared up at the goddess through dazed eyes.Glory help me,she thought, working her sore jaw back and forth.I’ve unleashed a monster.
Chapter Twenty-One
It tookan enormous amount of willpower for Silas to peel himself out of Petra’s bed. Instinct fought every minute shift and flex of his muscles as he forced his arms to release her. Petra twitched, suddenly restless as he carefully arranged her limbs beneath the blankets. She’d dropped into a deep slumber almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, but now her expression crinkled and her fingers grasped at the pillow beneath her cheek.
A muscle in Silas’s jaw twitched.Stay,instinct implored.Guard her.
But logic and a certain amount of pride reminded him that he protected her just as well outside her bed as in it. A small kernel of resentment made itself known as he dropped his bare feet onto the cool wood floor of her bedroom.
He didn’t resenther.He resented the sudden wild internal fluctuation he experienced every moment he was around her.
At first it was fun. Entertaining. A little extra spice sprinkled on top of what would otherwise be a pretty mundane job.
Now, though…
Silas stood up from the bed to swipe his pants off the floor. A deep internal pressure began to build as he paced away from Petra’s bed. On the cabinet beside it lay a copy of the blueprintsshe’d promised him. He grabbed them and quickly folded the paper until they fit nicely in his back pocket.
After their intensely pleasurable diversion in the sanctuary — a place he’d gleefully informed her was notnearlyas secure as she believed — he’d spent the day shadowing her around the cathedral. A game had developed between them as she pretended to do her normal day off tasks while he lurked in the shadows, waiting for an opportune time to haul her into a dark corner for a quick, filthy orgasm.
The only place she objected to it was in the columbarium, claiming it wasn’t right to let him slip his fingers into the blazing heat of her cunt with the dead all around. He agreed wholeheartedly. That was why he’d gotten on his knees and used his tongue instead.
For all her initial reticence, Petra turned out to be game for just about anything he wanted — a fact that should have delighted him if only it didn’t make some latent instinct bristle with suspicion.
That feeling had dogged him ever since her little breakdown over her snacks. He thought it’d been vanquished after he had most of his questions about her answered, but that was only a temporary lull. Everything she’d said since made him wary, as if an opponent lurked just out of sight, threatening to steal her from him if he dropped his guard.
Alongside that feeling came the unnerving unpredictability of his own internal landscape. Silas had been certain that satisfying some of his craving for Petra would settle him, but the opposite was proving true.
