Page 54 of Dark Sold Mate

“Silas.” She groaned. “Something…something is happening to me.”

Silas stopped mid-thrust and noticed her cheeks were flushed, she was sweating more than usual, her eyes looked disoriented, and it had little to do with the orgasm he was trying to give her. He knew what she was experiencing.

“Elle. Look at me.”

“It’s too much..oit’s…I’m burning up!”

“I know.” Silas cradled her face with his hands, fighting against his rut, which was coming up hard and quick. “You’re okay. You’re not in danger. I need you to breathe.”

“What is this?” Her hips moved against him. “Silas, what is happening to me.”

“You are in heat.” He explained it in a low and even tone, monitoring her face. “Your body is going into heat. It’s—” He stopped. He could not tell her what his pack healer told him. Not now. “It’s the bond completing. Your body is responding to mine. It’s not going to hurt you.”

Elle stared at him. Her breath was ragged. “I’m so...God, I need—”

“I know what you need.”

“Fucking hell,” she rolled her hips once more, and Silas bit back his groan. “I cannot—”

“Elle.” He laid his forehead against hers as he felt his rut swell. He was done fighting it, and fighting it wasn’t helping her. His whole body had shifted into something lower and more animal, something that recognized what she was going through and knew exactly what to do about it. “Do you want me to stop?”

A beat.

“No.” She shook her head wildly. “No, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

That was all he needed. Everything was intense—her scent, her whimpers, her moans, her soft body.

She was different in heat, warmer, damper, and her body so sensitive to his touch. She pulled his hair and sank her teeth into his shoulder so hard that he felt it all the way down his spine. He continued to thrust harder, coated in her slick. Elle cried and raked her nails down his back.

“Silas…Silas, please…”

“I’ve got you. Let go.”

Elle whimpered softly, her eyes rolling back as she came seconds later. “What—” She was still trembling, barely coherent. “What was…that’s never—”

“I know.”

“That was not normal—”

“No,” he agreed, through his teeth, because his own orgasm was building and he was barely holding it. “It wasn’t.”

Silas gave her a last deep thrust as his own orgasm ripped through him. He buried his face in Elle’s neck, his teeth grazing her skin, and came harder than he ever had in his life.

Then something happened. His knot tightened at his base, and he felt it lock inside her at the same moment his orgasm peaked.

Elle gasped from under him. “Silas—”

“I know,” he managed. “I know, I—I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Are you stuck?”

“Yes.” He was unable to move without hurting her. “I’m sorry. I had no idea that it would—it is not something that I am in control of.”

A silence. He dipped his chin and looked at her face. She was flushed, breathing hard, and almost glaring at him.

“How long?” Elle asked.

“I don’t.. I don’t know. I haven’t.. this has never..” he took in a deep breath. “I’ve never knotted before, since well, I did not have a mate before. Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”