Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Emilia
I crash against a hard surface, the doorknob rattling from the impact. Silas’ large hand cradles the back of my head as he bends down, capturing my lips in a frenzied kiss. He barely gives me the chance to breathe, his large body caging me in. My entire being is humming with anticipation, I’ve wanted this for weeks. Dreamt of it.
His hand slips from the back of my head and wraps around my jaw, just short of my throat, holding me there with a gentle yet possessive grip as he teases my lips apart, brushing this tongue against mine, with a low groan that settles between my thighs.
I grab hold of his waist, pulling the dark gray button-down shirt from his pants, slipping my hands under the heat of his skin against my fingertips.
“Gods,” he growls, lips a breath away from mine, “are you okay?”
“Yeah, can you kiss me like that every time we teleport?”
He laughs, taking a step back, “I can kiss you like that any time you want.”
“Where are we?”
It’s clearly a public women’s bathroom, but a really nice one with rich maroon walls and black-and-white checkered tile floor, the marble countertop stretches across the far wall of the room, though from closer inspection it’s just a covering. The small flecks were fairly convincing from a distance.
I stare at myself in the mirror, hair mussed, cheeks flushed and lips plumped and he’s barely touched me.
“Upstairs.” He stands behind me, his hands caressing my waist and circling around my stomach as he buries his face against my neck, breathing me in and peppering soft kisses to my shoulder. “Freshly renovated and closed off from the rest of the guests. From what I can tell, they only rent it out for private parties.”
“How did you know about it?”
He almost purrs as he continues to kiss my neck, “I got bored two beers in and did a little exploring.”
“Hey.”
Silas’ human reflection stares back at me, soulful brown eyes peeking out from his long black hair.
“Drop the glamour, please?”
He sighs, a smile tugging at his lips as it falls away like sand showing the canine ears and light blue markings across his cheeks, his gold eyes predatory as he stares at my reflection.
“You like it?” He tilts his head.
I look over my shoulder, “You know you’re gorgeous.”
“Doesn’t stop me from wanting to hear you say it, sweetheart.” He threads his fingers through my hair and kisses me.
It’s unhurried and reverent, but then he nips at my bottom lip and tugs, deepening the kiss until it’s feral, a fire, well fed and out of control.
He breaks away, his breath coming out in soft pants that feather against my cheek, “I could get protection. It’s just on the other side of the wall.”
“I used a spell years ago. I didn’t want to risk it with—I also get regular checkups.” I grab his forearm, moving it higher to urge him on until he cups my breast.
He rests his forehead against mine, “Demons are unique, but I still test to make sure. Everything is negative.”
I reach up and cup his face, “You know, you could have just teleported us to the hotel room. This takes all the danger out of it.”
He grabs my ass, “Does it?” He nips at my lips, nuzzling my nose, “The security guard checks the floor every ten minutes. Is that thrilling enough?”
“What?”
Silas kisses me again. His hands glide down to my skirt, fingertips sliding under the hem and inching it up over my thighs, until he’s palming my ass and pressing me hard against the fake marble sink. “Fuck.” He hisses out, looking up to watch me in the mirror, his eyes hazy with lust.
I barely have time to react as he grips my hips, pulling them away from the sink to bend me over, his reflection disappearing all together.
“What are you—” I gasp as he buries his face in my pussy, lips brushing over my clit through my panties, his fingers digging into my thighs.
I’ve felt nothing like it before, the warmth of his mouth and the slight friction from my cotton underwear as he tongues my clit, spreading me wide and feasting like a man starved.
“You taste so fucking good.”
My hands grip the sink, knuckles white, as he slips his finger under the hem of my panties and along my folds.
“You’re so wet,” he huffs out a laugh, the wet sound of his fingers dragging through my slick obscene in the large room, “Is this for me? All those nights abusing this pretty cunt while watching me come, wishing I was buried deep in you. Fuck, Emilia.” He moves my panties aside, then closes his mouth over my clit, and sucks.
I double over, putting my hand over my mouth to stifle my moan as he rolls his tongue along the seam of my pussy. I’m so turned on it almost hurts, my clit throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
“Don’t you dare.” Silas yanks my panties down over my hips and gives my ass a quick slap.
The sensation sends a shock through my system that has me clenching around nothing, my hand falling away as I cry out.
“Good, I want to hear every sound. Every whimper. Every scream.” He toys at my entrance, a finger slipping in enough that my stomach does a little flip at the prospect of being filled.
“Silas.” I mutter, grinding my hips against his hand, “Please.”
His tongue rolls over my clit, drawing lazy circles just to antagonize me until I’m left shaking with every pass.
I yelp at his sharp teeth grazing my ass as he stands, hips pinning me against the sink, until I can feel the thick outline of his cock through his pants.
When I look up at his reflection, his features have changed, golden eyes glowing bright along with the blue markings across his cheekbones with more appearing like stripes at the edge of his jaw. I suspect it’s the same for the ones on his ribs, though I can’t see them through his shirt. There’s a wild look in his eye that makes me feel like prey. His hand slides between us, the unmistakable sound of his zipper cutting through my heavy breathing.
He runs his cock along my pussy, teasing my clit until he lets the head slide in. The stretch is almost too much. He’s larger than anyone that I’ve been with, even without the knot, so much that I can feel every inch as he moves inside of me.
“Gods,” he whimpers, his voice laced with need, eyes fixed on mine in the reflection.
It’s so intense that I want to look away, but I can’t, with the gentle thrusts of his hips we’re casting our own spell, stronger than the soul bond.
Silas’ mouth falls open as his eyes drift down to where we’re joined, savoring every slow drag to let me grow accustomed to his size.
As good as it feels, I’m still missing that spark. It’s like he reads my mind, leaning a little closer to change his angle. I chase the sensation, pushing my hips back against his, earning a curse from his lips as he bottoms out, his knot notching itself against my pussy.
He grits his teeth, flashing his fangs as he looks up at me in the mirror, eyes dark as he pistons into me, the sharp movements striking flint and lighting me from within.
“That’s it.” He growls out, “I can feel it. You’re so close.”
“Oh, Gods.” I drop my head, my chest heaving as I feel that pressure building, squeezing my hand between me and the counter to rub my clit.
“Fuck, look at me,” he pleads, “Look at me, Emilia.”
I open my mouth in a silent scream, voice cracking as I find his gaze again, it’s too much. My eyes flutter closed as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me until I can barely stand.
Silas doesn’t stop, he continues thrusting deep, his knot teasing the nerves of my entrance so much that I feel like I might actually come again.
“Give it to me.” I pant, “I want to feel it.”
He groans, his hips stuttering, the muscles in his arms tensing, “I’ll give it to you, little witch, but not now.”
With a few final thrusts, he buries himself inside of me, the brush of his knot teasing me even closer to the edge. I can feel it pulse, his release dripping down my inner thighs.
I feel hollow as his cock slips out, my body still vibrating from the force of my orgasm. I step out of my panties and pluck a few brown paper towels from the dispenser, wetting them, and wiping most of his cum from my thigh.
He cleans himself off and tucks his cock back into his pants, then grabs my crumpled panties off of the ground, and shoving them into his back pocket with a smile.
“Hey.”
“Souvenir.” He says with a quirk of his brow, his strong hands righting my skirt, his fingertips brushing over my thighs and lighting up my senses again.
“Fine.” I glare up at him, my expression faltering at the vulnerability in his eyes as he watches me, tracing a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind my ear.
The door to the bathroom rattles, threatening to pull it off the frame.
“Hey!” A deep voice on the other side calls out, “Unlock this door or I’m calling the cops.”
Silas hisses a curse in my ear, pulling me close to his chest, then teleports us back.
The sights and sounds of the venue threaten to overwhelm me as we walk out onto the floor. Carly Beth is waiting for us at the bar, but I can’t keep my eyes off of Silas. He gives me an easy smile as the tips of his fingers tease against mine.
I try to tell myself that it’s just the endorphins, but I know that’s a lie.
This has been building since I saw him sitting on my couch reading my romance novels. Day by day, little by little, I got to see more of him. Not just the cocky half-demon son of royalty, but also his submissive side and a fierce protectiveness that goes well beyond our bargain.
I’m not just falling in love with him. I am in love with him. I’ve just been too afraid to admit it to myself.