“I’ve wanted this all night,” he growls.
I wiggle my hips as he pulls the pants down my legs. I kick them off my ankles. I lie there with my legs slightly spread, wearing nothing but my soaked panties and a black push-up bra. He looms over me, eyes dark as they sweep over my body, taking in every inch. His scent is all whiskey now and I’m drunk on it.
“Graham’s name for you is perfect.” His thumb brushes my jaw. “You’re beautiful.”
I reach for him and he immediately complies, kneeling on the bed before crawling over my body. He’s still wearing his jeans, but at some point his shirt disappeared. I don’t remember when.
His thick chest is hard against mine. I wrap my arms around him.
“Not tonight, darling.” He pulls my arms above my head, pinning them to the bed. “I need a little more control tonight. Trust me?”
I do. Completely.
I nod my head.
He leans over and takes a scarf off the lamp shade, still holding my wrists in place with one, large hand. With tender care, he ties my hands to the headboard. “Too tight?”
I test the scarf. There’s wiggle room. Enough that I could slip free if I really wanted to. I don’t. I won’t.
When he’s satisfied that I’m comfortable, he bends and kisses my mouth. The scruff of his beard sends shivers down my body. Without my hands free, everything feels sharper. I’ve never done this before, but so far, I’m a fan.
Big, big fan.
His mouth trails across my cheek to my neck, then lower to my shoulder, and lower still, to my breast.
“That little shirt of yours drove me crazy tonight.” He kisses the top of one and then the other. “Wanted to rip it off and taste you. Just. Like. This.” He tugs at my bra until my nipples show. Then he latches his delicious mouth over one hard peak and takes the other between his thumb and finger.
I buck, involuntarily. The bindings tighten on my wrists. “Silas. Fuck. That’s—”
He continues until I’m a panting mess.
When I’m trembling with need, he shifts his hips, pulling away just long enough to push my panties to the side. Then he sticks one thick finger inside me, pumping to the rhythm I’ve been setting since he started kissing me.
“So wet, sweet girl. Are you going to come for your alpha?” His breath is hot on my nipple. I gush all over his hand and he moans, then adds another finger.
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel your pussy clamp around my fingers. Give me something to fantasize about when you’re with Graham.”
I buck into his hand. “More,” I gasp.
He slips in a third finger, curling them until they hit just the right spot. His teeth tease my nipple until I want to cry. Every inch of my body is on fire with need for him. I ache to put my arms around him. Pull him close. Wrap my legs around his torso until he’s fucking me.
“I can feel it. Give it up, little bird.” His fingers thrust deeper. “That’s it,” he growls. “Come for daddy.”
That sends me right over the edge. I buck and moan and grind for an embarrassingly long time against his hand.
When the flutters in my core finally start to calm, I open my eyes. Silas is propped on one elbow watching me. When he sees that I’m watching, he pulls his fingers from inside me and holds them to his mouth. He licks every drop of me from his digits.
“Feeling better?”
I bite my lower lip. “Almost.”
“We can’t have that. My girl needs to be satisfied.” His smile is wicked and I’m addicted. “Tell me what you like.”
Should I say it? It’s embarrassing as hell. And definitely not something I ever thought I’d be into.
“I liked when you called yourself daddy.” I stare at the ceiling.
Silas is quiet for exactly one second, then he chuckles. “Well then,” he murmurs. “Daddy will make you feel better.”
