“Look at this greedy little hole twitching for daddy,” he growls.
When the waves of pleasure start to subside, he flips me.
“Present for your alpha!”
My arms go wide. My hips rise. I have never wanted to follow a command more in my life.
Silas runs his fingers up my slit, gathering slick. Then he pushes my ass cheeks apart and rubs circles around that sensitive spot, until I’m rocking against him.
“Do you want daddy to finger your pretty little ass while he fucks you?” His thumb enters, stretching me just enough to send spasms of pleasure through my body.
I rock back. “Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he says, leaning forward to kiss my low back. And then he’s inside me. That deliciously thick cock, stretching me tight. His finger works at one end while his dick spears me until my toes curl.
“Bite me,” I scream as I rock back into him. “When you knot me, I want your bite.”
He slams his hips against me. “We should wait,” he says. “For your heat.”
“No, alpha! Now! I’m done waiting.”
“Lark,” he pants, still snapping his hips hard against my ass. “Don’t you want us all at the same time?”
I groan into the mattress. It’s hard to think straight when he’s working me like this. I unscramble my brain just enough to answer him.
I go still. He's still moving, still working me.
"Silas."
He slows.
"You always put yourself last." I reach back and find his hand. "For this, I want you to be first."
And then I do what I do best.
Boss Bitch Lark.
I pull his hand to my mouth, licking his palm before sinking my teeth in. The coppery taste of blood coats my tongue, but it’s soon overwhelmed by the internal tickle of something else. It’s soft at first, like a feather brushing against my skin. Then stronger.
Silas’ love.
For me.
It floods my body until I’m writhing beneath him, my core clutching hard, begging for his knot.
With an animalistic growl, Silas plunges his thick knot deep inside, stretching me wider and wider until it finally lodges inside. Then he lifts my body so that my back is flush against his chest.
He nuzzles his face into my neck. The scrape of his beard. His teeth sink into my neck and white-hot pleasure explodes through me. The bond snaps into place like lightning. His love, his need, his possessiveness flooding my chest while his knot pulses and swells even bigger inside me.
“Silas—” His name tears out of me.
“Lark—” he gasps against my bond mark. “I love you.”
“I—love—you—too.” I repeat as my body trembles against his.
We collapse to the mattress. I’m wrecked. Silas rolls us, then pulls my hair away from my neck and kisses my ear before tending to my bond mark. A purr starts in his chest. Low. Continuous. Each touch sends little flickers of pleasure down my spine, causing me to clench hard onto his knot.
“Fuck, little bird. You make me feel so… complete.”
