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“So, you’re happy about it?” Silas asks, and I sense that he is deeply concerned I don’t want to keep it.

“Yes, Silas, just shocked, that’s all,” I tell him.

His lips crash against mine, shoving me flat on the bed, his kiss filled with need.

A thought hits me, making me sit up on my elbows. I look at Dragus and Matitus. “Wait, is this why you haven’t left me alone? How long have you known?”

Matitus laughs as Dragus steps closer.

“Yes, and also because we like fucking you,” Dragus answers.

“I figured it out when we pledged to you and your markings changed,” Matitus says.

Silas ignores us, his lips moving to my neck, his grip tightening on my hips as he yanks me back down beneath him. He latches onto my nipple with his teeth, making me hiss.

I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him closer. I am sore, though I don’t want to ruin his good mood. He has no intention of stopping, his lips continuing to attack my skin.

The door opens and closes.

“Where are they going?” I murmur between his love bites.

He shrugs, not caring, his lips finding mine again.

His hot tongue plays with mine, fighting for dominance. I tug at his pants, wanting them off as arousal washes over me. He pushes them down, running the head of his cock through my wet folds, teasing me, positioning himself.

Silas thrusts in with one movement, making me gasp. His hands move up my arms, forcing them above my head, holding them in one of his. I rock my hips, wanting him to move. He is too busy tasting my skin, devouring it as he nips and sucks on my neck and shoulder.

Using my legs, I pull him tighter against me, and he groans, pulling out and slamming back in.

He moves at a slow rhythm, frustrating me.

“Silas,” I snap when he doesn’t speed up.

He chuckles, picking up speed. The friction builds slowly, still not enough—not when I’m used to their rough ways. I try to move my hips. Silas grabs my hip with one hand, holding me still.

“So impatient,” he mutters, sucking on my mark hard, sparks rushing over my body as his teeth graze it.

“Then move faster. What’s with the old man slow stuff?” I whine.

He huffs angrily at being called old.

With one hand, he flips me onto my stomach, gripping my hips and pulling my ass into the air.

His hand comes down hard on my ass, my juices spilling onto my thighs at the sudden pain.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it. I’d grown used to it. Now, I need it.

“I’m not old,” he says, slamming into me, making me jerk forward.

He fists my hair, yanking my head back, leaning over to kiss me awkwardly, biting my lip, letting go.

He pulls out, thrusting back in harshly, hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me, finding his rhythm.

My hands clutch the sheets as his pace picks up, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

His hand comes down again, the burning sting making me wetter. Arousal coils within me, my walls clenching around him as I let out a breathy moan.

“Hmm, is that what my little vixen wants?” he asks, bringing his hand down on the side of my ass while fucking me.