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I gaped at his cock for a moment, stuck between fascination and nervousness as my stomach fluttered at the sheer size of him. He was long and thick with his knot already starting to enlarge at the base. Alphas were built larger in general. For Silas, that was the case entirely.
I licked my lips.
“Just going to stare, omega?” he asked, breathless.
I did not plan on just staring. Though, I suppose now wouldn’t be the time to admit to him that I had never done this before. It wasn’t even the time for me to admit that to myself as I reached out and took him in my hand, feeling just how warm and soft he was.
For the first time maybe ever, I stopped thinking. All the thoughts in my head that made me panic and overthink sputtered to a halt and all I needed to do now was listen to what my omega wanted. No, what I wanted. Right now, that was to lean forward and lick up the underside of his cock from base to tip.
Silas sounded like he might’ve choked on whatever other words he planned to say next. I wasn’t paying attention. He tasted like sin.
I learned today that sin also tasted like absolute heaven. And the sweetest brown butter cookies. I repeated the motion, licking him until he was wet and my hand started to slowly move around him as well before I made my way back up to the crown of him again, swirling my tongue around the top and finally, just like I wanted to do with him from the moment I scented him.
I swallowed Silas Grim down. I moaned while I did it.
Ever composed Silas let out small groans and sounds of pleasure as I sucked and teased, listening to hear exactly what he liked. His hand threaded into my hair, holding it away from my face and keeping me right where he wanted me.
“Damn, that’s stunning,” he murmured above me as I continued.
I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to stop. His hips rocked up into my mouth until his cock touched the back of my throat. As my hand stroked down, I came in contact with his knot. Like Jacob’s when I touched him, it was larger than I expected and hot. Gently squeezing the tense muscle, Silas nearly came undone.He came into my mouth holding me there until I tasted him once and for all.
His eyes fluttered before pulling back out of my mouth. His hand remained in my hair as I looked up at him and he looked down at me, chest heaving and satisfied as much as I was from having him in my mouth alone. I licked my lips trying to savor the flavor of him on my tongue.
It must’ve been the moment that we both realized that this wasn’t going to be enough. He may not have me an omega or a scent match or even any part of me at all. But he wanted me even in this small way.
I wasn’t sure just how we were going to make sure this wasn’t going to happen again. I wasn’t sure I could. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
VERA
Today was no different and I couldn’t help myself as I replayed the scene back through my head again. I’d be crazy not to. It was a sight the way Silas had sunk between my legs and pulled my panties aside. Sliding his fingers up and down through my wetness I groaned hard. Even more so when he threw one of my legs over his shoulder, baring me completely to him so that my cheeks burned, and I burned hotter.
“Fuck, omega. You really are just a mess for my pack, aren’t you,” he growled.
I’m a mess for you, I wanted to say.
The words were on the tip of my tongue, all too close to slip out after a few of our impromptu rendezvous. Only Shelby seemed to have caught on after she saw him sneak, not so discreetly, from my room the other day. She of course described our now consistent encounters as pure“hate-fucking.”
Even if we never quite got that far and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. Not yet.
But Silas? Touching me? That was a sort of delectable heaven all on its own. I would take hate-fucking. It soothed my omega, even if every time I looked at Silas or the other guys, I couldn’t help but still feel as if things weren’t quite right.
But that may have also been the impending heat talking as I started to rearrange my bed again for the fourth time. I tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable.
On the side table, I reached for my phone. It was already late but…
I typed out a message.
Are you up?
Leeson: Are you up? It’s late for you.
Can’t sleep.
Can’t get comfortable.
