“Fair point. I’m here now, my pouty little mate.”
He knelt between my legs, his hands sliding slowly up my thighs.
“Silas—”
“Shh.” His thumbs traced lazy circles on my inner thighs. “You wanted my attention. Now you have it.”
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my hip bone, then another just below my navel. Teasing. Taking his time. My breath hitched and my fingers curled into the couch cushions.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” I managed.
“Doing what?” Another kiss, lower this time, maddeningly close to where I needed him but not quite there.
“Being insufferable.”
His laugh was low and dark. “You haven’t seen insufferable yet.”
Then his tongue finally settled on my clit, and whatever sarcastic response I’d been forming dissolved into a gasp. He started torturously slow, moving in long strokes that had me arching off the couch.
My hands went to his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands.
“Silas, please?—”
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his eyes gleaming. “Please what?”
“More,” I gasped. “Please, more.”
And then he stopped teasing.
His mouth turned hungry, demanding, and the shift in intensity was so sudden and overwhelming that I couldn’t do anything but hold on. His tongue circled my clit with focused, relentless strokes while two fingers slid inside me, curling in a way that made stars burst behind my eyelids. He alternated between sucking and licking, the pressure perfect and maddening, while his fingers moved in a steady rhythm that left me gasping. One hand gripped my hip to hold me in place while the other slid up to splay across my stomach, keeping me still as everything else spun out of control.
The first orgasm hit me like lightning. I cried out, my whole body tensing, then shattering into something that felt like flying and falling at the same time.
But he didn’t stop.
His mouth stayed on me, relentless, and the pleasure that had just peaked immediately started building again. It was too much, too intense.
I tried to squirm back, but his hand tightened on my hip.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled against me.
I tried anyway, my body seeking relief from the almost unbearable intensity, and that’s when his hand came down on my ass, two hard smacks that sent jolts of sensation through methat somehow merged with the pleasure instead of interrupting it.
“Stay,” he said, his voice dropping into that alpha tone that bypassed my brain entirely and spoke directly to my wolf. “You wanted my attention. Now take it.”
The command in his voice pushed me right back to the edge. I was shaking, my fingers digging into his shoulders now, torn between wanting to pull him closer and needing to escape the intensity of it.
He chose for me, holding me exactly where he wanted me, and when the second climax hit, it was deeper, longer, rolling through me in waves that seemed to go on forever. My entire body trembled as he worked me through it, gentler now but still thorough, wringing every last aftershock from my oversensitive nerves.
When he finally pulled back, I was sprawled across the couch with my chest heaving and my mind completely blank.
Silas rose to his feet and reached for me.
“Up.”
He lifted me off the couch by my upper arms before I’d fully processed the instruction, setting me on my feet and then turning me in a single motion so my back was against his chest. His cock pressed against the small of my back, and his hands went to my waist.
He walked me around to the arm of the couch and bent me over it.
