"So responsive." His voice was low, gravelly, his thumbs flicking over my nipples and making me jolt. "Love watching you react to me." Then his mouth followed his hands—hot and wet, his tongue tracing slow circles around one nipple before drawing it between his lips. He sucked gently, then harder when I moaned, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak just enough to make me cry out. His hand continued working my other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.
"God—" I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Silas—your mouth—" He hummed against my skin, the vibration buzzing through my breast, and switched to give the other nipple the same devoted attention. His tongue swirled around the tight bud before he sucked it into his mouth, his teeth scraping just hard enough to walk the line between pleasure and pain.
"I can smell how wet you're getting." He murmured against my breast, his nose skimming along the curve. "Can smell how much you want this. Want me." He worked my jeans open, his fingers brushing against my lower belly, making my muscles jump. He slid them down my legs along with my underwear, his lips following the path of fabric—kissing my hip, the crease of my thigh, my knee, my ankle. Each press of his mouth left a trail of fire on my skin.
By the time I was bare on the blanket, the cool night air a sharp contrast to my heated skin, I was trembling with need. The firelight danced across my body, and I watched his face as he knelt between my thighs, looking down at me with an expression that made my stomach flip. Hunger. Like he wanted to devour me and worship me in equal measure.
"Spread your legs for me." His voice had dropped lower, rougher, the feral part of him bleeding through, his hands pressing against my inner thighs. "Let me see you, omega." The possessive words sent a jolt straight to my core, a fresh rush of slick coating my thighs. I let my knees fall apart, baring myself completely, watching his face as he looked at me—really looked—his chest rising and falling faster.
"So pretty." He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider, his breath ghosting over my center. "So wet. Dripping for me." His eyes flicked up to mine, dark and hungry. "All for me?"
"All for you, Alpha." I watched his eyes flare at the title, watched his nostrils flare as he scented my arousal. "I've been thinking about this all day.” He made a low, eager sound in his throat—not quite a growl, but close—and lowered his head without another word. The first stroke of his tongue dragged through my folds slow and deliberate, from my entrance to my clit, and my whole body arched off the blanket. He groaned against me—a desperate sound that vibrated through my sensitive flesh—and his fingers dug into my thighs hard enough to bruise.
He didn't speak. Didn't need to. The sounds he made said everything, low groans of pleasure, needy noises against my flesh, like I was the best thing he'd ever tasted and he couldn't get enough. He wasn't lying. He settled in like he had nowhere else to be, his mouth working me with devastating patience. His tongue explored every fold, dipped inside me to taste deeper,circled my clit in patterns that had me writhing against the blanket. He learned what made me gasp, a firm flick against my clit, and what made me moan—his tongue pressing flat and dragging slow.
"Silas—" I whimpered, my fingers tightening in his hair, my hips rolling up to chase his mouth. "More—please—" He gave me more. Two thick fingers slid inside me, crooking against my front wall while his tongue worked my clit. He found that perfect spot and rubbed mercilessly, his mouth sealing around my clit and sucking in a rhythm that had me climbing fast—too fast—toward the edge.
"That's it." He murmured the words against my slick flesh, his fingers curling deeper inside me. "Let me feel you come. Let me taste it." When he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked hard, his fingers pressing relentlessly against my g-spot, I shattered.
The orgasm crashed through me in waves, my back bowing off the blanket, my thighs clamping around his head, his name torn from my throat. He worked me through it with patient, devoted attention, gentling his touches only when the aftershocks started to fade. He pressed soft kisses to my inner thighs, nipping gently at the sensitive skin, then kissing his way up my stomach, between my breasts, along my throat. When he finally reached my mouth, his lips and chin were slick with me, and he kissed me deep so I could taste myself on his tongue.
"Good?" He pulled back just enough to search my face, his thumb tracing along my jaw, his weight braced on one forearm beside my head.
"So good." I tugged at his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his skin, my fingers fumbling with the fabric. "But I need more. Need to feel you. Need you inside me."
He stripped off his clothes with efficient movements, and I drank in the sight of him in the firelight—broad chest covered indark hair, muscled stomach, scars that told stories I wanted to learn. My eyes dropped lower, and my breath caught. His cock was thick and hard, flushed dark with blood, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
"See something you like?" The words came out low, teasing, but I could see his cock twitch under my gaze.
"I see something I want." I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his length, feeling the velvet-soft skin over rigid heat. He hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking into my grip. I stroked him slowly, base to tip, watching his jaw clench, watching the veins stand out in his neck. "Want to make you feel good too."
I pushed at his chest, and he went—sitting back on his heels, then lying down when I kept pushing. The reversal of positions made his eyes darken, his hands settling on my hips as I straddled his thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy between us, and I wrapped my hand around him again, stroking with more purpose now.
"Artemis—" His voice was strained, his hips lifting into my touch, his fingers flexing against my skin. A rough groan tore from his chest when I twisted my wrist at the top, spreading the moisture leaking from his tip down his shaft.
I leaned down, my breath ghosting over his cock, watching his whole body go rigid with anticipation. His hands fisted in the blanket, knuckles going white, every muscle in his body locked tight with the effort of holding still.
"So controlled," I murmured, stroking him slowly while he trembled beneath me. "Even now. Even when I've got my hand wrapped around your cock." I looked up at him through my lashes, letting a teasing smile curve my lips. "What's it going to take to make the big, bad Alpha lose control? Do I need to?—"
He moved so fast I didn't even see it coming.
One second I was straddling him, the next I was being hauled up off the blanket, his hands iron around my waist, my feet leaving the ground before my back slammed against the rough bark of a pine tree. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, bark biting into my bare skin, and then his body was pressing me into the trunk, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints, spreading them around his hips.
"You want to see what happens when I lose control?" His voice was barely recognizable—low and rough and feral, his eyes gone dark in a way that made me ache with want. "You want to see what I've been holding back? What I've been protecting you from?"
"Yes." The word came out breathless, my heart slamming against my ribs, slick dripping down my thighs. "God, yes. Please—show me?—"
He hiked me higher, the bark scraping my back, and positioned himself at my entrance. His eyes locked on mine—wild, feral, nothing held back. Then he thrust up into me so hard my vision went white. I screamed—the sound ripping through the quiet night and echoing off the trees. My nails scored down his shoulders, drawing blood, but he didn't flinch. Just pulled back and slammed into me again, harder, deeper, the force of it driving the breath from my lungs.
"This what you wanted?" The words came out as a low snarl against my throat, his hips snapping up into me with brutal precision. "Wanted this?"
"Yes—" I gasped, my head falling back against the bark, stars wheeling overhead. "Yes—Alpha—just like that?—"
He fucked me against that tree like a man possessed, his hips driving up into me with a force that shook loose bark and sent it raining down around us. The sounds coming from him weren't words—just growls and snarls and desperate noises that made heat flood through my veins. His fingers dug bruises into mythighs, holding me open, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
His teeth scraped along my throat, a low rumble vibrating through his chest. He didn't narrate what he was doing like Remy would have—he just took, his body saying everything his mouth didn't. He slammed into me harder, changing the angle so he hit that spot deep inside that made my mind blank. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs, drove him so deep I could feel him everywhere. The bark bit into my back with every impact and I didn't care, couldn't care, not when the pleasure was building into something devastating.
"Going to come for me." It wasn't a question—it was a command, snarled against the curve of my throat, his teeth scraping my pulse point.
