I wasn’t sure.
His voice dropped so low that not even his brother, only feet away, could hear it. “Yes or no, little mute?” he murmured.
The question wasn’t demanding.
It was an offer, oneIcould choose.
Then with a subtle grind of his hips, his body betrayed his desire.
And still, he waited, fighting his alpha urges.
My fingers gripped his hand, holding it still, terrified of the places it might wander if I let go.
But part of me was more afraid it might not move at all.
Before reason or fear could interfere, my chin dipped with a quick nod. I released his hand, forcing mine back to my side.
That was all the permission he needed.
Silas moved without hesitation, sliding his hand beneath my top, tracing my stomach with practiced ease as he drew me tighter against his chest. His body pressed in close behind me, unapologetically shifting his hips in a deliciousrhythm.
As his fingertips traced the sensitive place where my lower breast rolled and tucked against my body, a desperate sound slipped from my throat before I could stop it. I prayed it wasn’t loud enough for Knox to hear.
From behind me, Silas’s breath brushed the shell of my ear, so light it raised goosebumps along my skin.
“That’s it,” he murmured softly. “You’re doing so good. Just relax for me while I touch you.”
His steady voice barely rose above a whisper as his fingers explored upward, mapping my body with slow, reverent touches.
“You’re in control, Lena,” he whispered. “If you show mewhere you want my hands, I’ll make your body forget how to be afraid."
His words shot straight to the apex of my thighs. Any reservations I had, didn't stand a chance against my arousal as Iguided him lower, pulling his hands toward the ache building in my core.
He followed my lead, tracing my stomach, stopping when he reached the band of my underwear. Waiting for permission. I lifted the band, urging him downward and the moment his fingers slipped beneath my underwear, my back arched. Need rushed through me so intensely, it felt overwhelming, foreign and intoxicating all at once.
At first, my arousal was almost like the beginning of a heat. The same restless urgency and slow-building lust, but somehow different.
Steadier. Stronger. Grounded.
The desire lived in my body, yes, but it wasn’t consuming me from the inside out. It existed alongside my thoughts instead of drowning them. I wasn’t being dragged under by instinct and lust. For the first time, I was choosing it.
“More?” he asked softly, stalling before his hand traveled any further.
I nodded.
His movements slowed, as if he were giving me space to change my mind. When I didn’t, his touch lowered, tracing the entrance to my core with teasing lightness.
"I'm going to put my fingers inside your pussy, little mute," was all the warning I got before he slipped inside my entrance, drawing a sharp gasp from my chest. I bit my lip, fighting the sounds that threatened to spill free.
“So responsive and wet for me,” Silas breathed. “Your bodytalks to me, even when you won’t. It tells me how needy you are. How desperate you are to be touched by your alpha handler.”
He pumped his finger in and out a few times, then inserted another, before scissoring them apart.
"Does it feel good when I stretch your tight pussy, Lena?"
I swallowed a moan and nodded again, quicker this time.
His fingers moved steadier now, in and out of my center, as pressure rose like a dam ready to overflow. With each thrust of his hand, something coiled in me, tighter and tighter.
