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It’s clear to see that he is agitated. I wonder what the council meeting was about?
“I won’t lie to her. She is family now,” Maddox grins. “I was simply telling her you’re an old Alpha, stuck in your ways. And that I hope she can get the stick you have stuck up your ass out at some point.”
I see what he is doing, trying to get his brother to focus on anything except the upcoming fight and whatever else happened today.
“Little shit,” Silas groans with a small smile. “And I’m not old. I’m mature.”
“Whatever, old man,” Maddox says with a wave as he leaves out the back door he only recently replaced.
I can’t help the giggle that escapes me.
“Are you laughing at my expense, mate?” Silas questions, stalking in my direction, and I shake my head.
I can’t help but smile as I dodge to the other end of the kitchen, putting the island between us.
“He’s right, you know,” I muse, fighting a smile. “You’re almost thirty, practically ancient.”
“I’ll show you,” he growls, and he is beside me in an instant.
A large hand wraps around the column of my neck, holding me in place but not applying pressure. Leaning over my body, he presses me back against the island, my back bowing, my breasts thrust forward. His other hand lifts my left leg to hook it around his hip, his engorged cock rubbing against the apex of my sex.
A mewling sound falls from my lips before I can stop myself, and I am no longer smiling. Lust courses through me, and I want to rip all our clothes off and fuck like animals. I wonder if it will always feel this way.
“Do you want me to show you how well this old man can fuck you?” He rasps lowly in my ear.
“Yes.” My voice is barely above a whisper, arousal stealing my sanity.
He thrust against me, the fabric separating us, frustrating me to no end. Silas chuckles at my frustrated growl before lifting me in the air. He carries me to our bedroom, kissing me all the way, stripping us out of our clothes, and leaving a trail of discarded items as far as we go.
Instead of placing me on the bed and fucking me like I want, he carries me through to the bathroom, where he sets me on the counter. I watch him start the shower, the muscles in his back bulging and rippling beneath his ink.
“I want to wash you,” He says with mischief in his eyes. “I want to clean you up so I can dirty you all over again.”
I nod quickly, like I would say anything else, and he chuckles. He carries me into the large glass enclosure before allowing me to stand. His hands are soaped up as he touches every inch of my body, not missing a single spot. He washes and rinses my hair with more care than I would have ever associated with a man his size and kisses me leisurely afterward.
Turning me to face the wall, he bends me forward and kicks my leg apart. I don’t have time to brace myself before he thrusts into me, spearing me with his erection. Moans fall from both of us, hanging in the enclosed space.
“How is it even better now?” Silas rasps behind me.
“More,” I mewl in reply, even though I don’t have to ask.
He isn’t about to stop.
Chapter Eighteen
Fight night
Silas Anderson
“You’re nervous,” Waylon states, standing in my home office as the sun starts to descend.
“I think the word you’re looking for is agitated.”
The glare I send in my betas direction would have a weaker man crying.
“It looks the same to me.”
Instead of giving in and telling him to fuck off, I hold my tongue. I need to stay focused on the fight. It’s only a few hours before I need to face Warren, and I can’t afford any distractions.
