“No one.” She shrugs. “It’s been a long time.”
My words are parroted back at me, and my eyes narrow at her as she smirks.
“That’s not very nice,” I grunt, watching as she twirls the last of her pasta on her fork and slides it between her parted lips. “Silva, you’re a mystery I want to unwrap.”
Her eyes hood as she enjoys the last bite of her food, thinking about my words.
“I don’t have a great track record with alphas, Sy, and there are few worth my time,” she says. “That’s the mystery. I live in this little town, with my routines and habits, and I’m happy with that. I don’t have to hide my designation, or poison my body with heat or scent blockers. My mind is clear because I don’t have to worry about alpha pheromones stinking up the air, and I can go to work without worrying that someone will get too handsy.”
“Anyone who did would deeply regret that,” I grumble. “Don’t think I don’t know that you have an electric cattle prod behind the bar, Spitfire. I look the other way because I refuse to cut your wings or your ability to defend yourself. I’ve learned that I can’t be everywhere at once, and I need you to be safe.”
Silva gives me a measuring glance, and I curse inside because I’m already saying too much. I feel as if she’s pulling away all of my defenses to see the shit I hide away.
“I can appreciate that,” she says, finishing the rest of her water determinedly. My eyes can’t help but stare at her throat as she swallows, and it forces me to adjust my cock. It’s giving me very dirty thoughts of how she’d look swallowing around something else.
Her legs slide to the side as she puts down her glass, and her lips twitch.
“Do I get a prize for finishing my water?” Silva asks, amused.
“Yes,” I rumble, getting up so quickly that I knock the bar stool backward. I ignore the clatter as my hands grab handfuls of her ass, and she stands up on the stool rung to climb up my body.
Our teeth click together as our lips crash against each other, but I’m too busy ghosting along her skin underneath her shirt to notice.
“I want you to tell me if you want to stop,” I groan, her sister’s admonishments in my mind. I know from experience that nightmares have a way of escaping into the light.
I don’t want anything Silva and I do to be tainted by it.
“I promise,” she gasps, pulling off her sweater to reveal a strapless bra. Her tits are practically spilling out of it, and I can’t help the sound I make as I see them.
“Pull them out.” I rumble. “I want a taste.”
Silva’s heels are pressed against my back, and I use that pinch of pain to keep myself from losing myself too much. Her nipples are dark pink and pebbled as she pushes the bra cups down, and she holds them up for me as if in offering.
My tongue drags over her skin, greedily sucking on her nipples as she whines.
“More,” she gasps, her fingers moving to sink into my hair to keep my head where it is.
You don’t need to tell me twice…
Walking blindly to the oven, I turn it off just as the timer begins to beep. Silva reaches for the microwave to hit the kill button on it and then I’m on the move again. I’ll pull the brownies out later.
My teeth tease and pull at her nipples as I walk to the living room so I can lay her down on the couch. My fingers explore her skin, my hips pressing against the couch for friction so that I’m not randomly grinding on her. My hand is on her jeans, wondering if eating her out for my dessert is acceptable or not.
“Sy, you’re being too careful,” she complains.
“Am I?” I tease her, kissing down her body. My free hand squeezes and pinches her nipples as I open her jeans with a flick of my fingers. “I’m just getting started, Spitfire.”
Her legs fall open as I kneel, and her hips lift to help me as I remove her panties, pants, and boots. I toss it all to the floor, before lifting her ankle to my shoulder so I can kiss down her leg and stare at her.
“You’re a damn work of art,” I rasp, sucking on the skin above her ankle. Her pussy is shiny with slick, and she has a sprinkling of hair on it.
“You’re a tease.” She gasps, and I bite down and suck on her thigh to show her just how much I enjoy teasing her.
“This is true,” I grunt, laying between her thighs and using my thumbs to open her pussy so I can stare at how pretty it is.
“Syrus.” Silva growls, making me chuckle darkly as I kiss her clit.
“You’re so scary,” I compliment her, my tongue shutting down her complaints as I lap at her arousal. “Fuck, I need more.”
