12. Silas
Chapter 12
Silas
K issing Sammy was like coming home.
Silas held his face between his hands, marveling that his beard was softer than he’d imagined and his lips were just as soft as he’d dreamed they’d be.
Silas kissed Sammy like it was the most important thing he’d ever done, because it was.
When he finally surfaced to take a breath, he refused to open his eyes, afraid of the rejection he might witness, so he continued to cradle Sammy’s precious face, squeezing his eyes shut while he bumped their foreheads together.
Their chests pressed against each other with every heaving breath, and Sammy had the power to kill him right there with just one word.
“Silas?” Sammy said, breathless.
He was still afraid to look, so Silas nuzzled his cheek into Sammy’s hair, luxuriating in the sweet, hot scent. “Hmm?”
“Kiss me again?”
Silas slammed his mouth back onto Sammy’s, the force of it tipping him backward, so they stumbled together until Silas caught him.
Sammy moaned into the kiss, low and husky. Silas licked and sucked at his bottom lip until he opened, and with the first dive into his hot mouth, embers sparked and crackled in Silas’ vision.
“Come here,” he growled, frantically grabbing at Sammy anywhere he could reach, pulling him as close as possible. Hooking his hands under Sammy’s thighs, Silas hauled him up into his arms, and Sammy wrapped his legs around Silas’ waist, locking them together.
“Yes, more. More,” Sammy moaned, pressing open-mouthed kisses down along his throat and grinding his hardening cock between them, which happened to be the perfect angle for Silas to rut up along Sammy’s ass through their joggers.
“ Fuck,” Silas cursed, finding Sammy’s lips with his own again.
He quickly shifted back into his fully human form and walked them backward toward the bed, tripping and stumbling when he shuffled around the stupid plastic monstrosity on the floor.
A loud pop and wheeeeeeze echoed through the room when he accidentally stepped on the blowup mattress, deflating like a balloon beneath his foot.
Sammy chuckled into his mouth. “You did that on purpose,” he crooned, fingers tangling and lightly pulling in Silas’ hair.
Silas smiled, catching Sammy’s bottom lip in his extended canines in return, tugging ever so gently.
He hadn’t popped it intentionally, but he wouldn’t mourn the loss.
“Good riddance,” he murmured before twisting so he took the brunt of the impact when they tumbled onto his bed.
The box springs squeaked as Silas adjusted so Sammy was spread out on top.
Sammy began laughing again and pressed his face into Silas’ chest to muffle the sound. “Oh my God,” he whispered. “Your whole fucking family has super hearing. I won't be able to look them in the eye in the morning.”
Silas pulled Sammy’s face back up to his and coaxed his lips open, leading him into a messy tongue-first kiss that melted his brain and lit them on fire.
Sammy moaned again, deeper this time, and ground his hips down at just the right angle to draw out a helpless sound from Silas, one he was certain he’d never made before.
“The house… muffles the noise,” he panted through sloppy kisses.
“Huh?” Sammy said, busy dancing his fingers along the line of exposed skin where Silas’ hoodie had ridden up.
“The house,” Silas responded, sucking in a breath when Sammy dropped down to put his mouth where his fingers had just been, tonguing wet kisses along Silas’ hairy stomach. He ran his claws through Sammy’s hair, tugging gently.
He nearly came in his pants at the sight of Sammy’s lust-filled gaze peering up at him from where he perched on his thighs. Silas shifted one inward so that the meat of it pressed on the prominent tent in Sammy’s pants.
He’d remember the punched-out whine Sammy made at the friction for the rest of his days.
What had they been talking about? Oh, yeah. “The house muffles the noise in our rooms. I’m not sure how it works, but I’d have to try very hard to hear what’s happening on the other side of that door. And I’d rather listen to you,” Silas finished with a growl, digging his thigh in as Sammy rocked his hips down onto it in rhythmic thrusts. “I’d rather hear you moan and rut that fat cock of yours until you spill in your fucking pants. You want to, don’t you, love? You want to ride my thigh until you come all over yourself?”
Sammy’s gaze drifted down to the massive tent in Silas’ own pants. “So… hnnf , so they can’t hear us?” he asked.
Silas tugged lightly on the ends of Sammy’s hair again. “No, and they aren’t trying to.”
The only warning Silas had was a flash of green as Sammy peeked up at him. “Good,” he said before he dropped down again and opened his mouth around Silas’ still-clothed cock.
He swallowed a shout. The walls may muffle sound, but he wasn’t keen on testing their limits.
The sight of Sammy nuzzling and kissing along his covered shaft, combined with the humid heat through the layers of clothes separating them, was like nothing he’d ever felt before. No one had ever wanted him enough, been desperate enough for his cock to worship him that way.
Sammy hooked his fingers into the waistband of Silas’ joggers, teasing the soft skin. He peered up and raised an eyebrow in question.
“Yeah,” Silas said, nodding his head vigorously and jerking his hips up in anticipation.
Instead of taking his cock out right away, though, the little brat wrapped his mouth around the tip through his pants and exhaled.
“ Fuck, ” Silas said hoarsely.
Then, faster than he could blink, Sammy yanked his waistband down and pulled him out, jerked him once, fully exposing the thick, broad crown from its foreskin sheath, and sucked the head into his mouth in the same move he’d just done through his clothes.
“Fuck!” Silas whisper-shouted again, desperately trying to keep his voice down. He cupped the back of Sammy’s head with one hand and tangled his fingers in the collar of his shirt with the other, holding him steady.
Sammy kept a firm grip on his shaft, jerking him while he lapped and sucked at what Silas slowly fed into his mouth. Pulling off with a pop , Sammy dragged his tongue from base to tip, teasing at the little v-shape just under the head.
“Shit,” Sammy said, catching his breath and staring at Silas’ cock. “I mean, I could feel you were big, but fucking hell.”
Before Silas could respond, Sammy wrapped his lips around him again, swallowed as much as he could down his throat, and moaned.
Silas felt the noise travel through his cock, sparking up the base of his spine like a live wire. He really was in danger of coming now, far too riled up from the hot, sweet little moans Sammy kept making as he tongued and worked at Silas. His husky voice was fucking sinful. No wonder people paid to hear his pleasure.
But Silas didn’t just want his voice; he wanted everything.
“Sammy,” he panted, digging his fingers into the hair at his nape. “Sammy, come here.”
Sammy peered up at him. “Make me,” he quipped, thumbing at the precum weeping from his cockhead.
Something that’d laid dormant in Silas snapped its eyes open at the challenge, rearing its head.
Make me.
“Alright, love,” he growled.
Silas yanked him up and rolled, not being as careful as he should’ve been to avoid squishing him. He manhandled Sammy, who, to be fair, had only latched back onto Silas, sucking and biting marks wherever he could reach until he was caged in underneath him.
Planting his knees on either side, Silas braced himself on one forearm and pushed Sammy’s shirt up with his free hand, exposing the soft skin along his stomach.
Sammy also reached down and dropped his joggers just far enough to pull his cock out. It bobbed heavily before resting against his stomach, and Silas’ mouth watered at the sight.
Just as he’d thought, Sammy was thick and already leaking along his lower belly.
Then, Sammy took Silas in hand and guided him so he could hold their cocks together, pumping once, twice.
Another one of those embarrassingly needy sounds escaped him at the delicious friction.
“So fucking hot,” Sammy mumbled, arching up into Silas. “I’ve never been with an uncircumcised guy. Love the way you feel.”
Silas growled and dropped more of his weight down onto Sammy, halting his movements. “I’m not the jealous type, but if you start talking about another man’s dick right now…” he trailed off, nipping at Sammy’s exposed collarbone.
Sammy pulled his hand from between their bodies and bracketed Silas’ face in his grip, locking their gazes together. There was fire in his eyes—fire and raw need and vulnerability when he said, “You’re all I can think about. All I’ve thought about for so long. And I am the jealous type, so if you don’t feel the same?—”
Silas shoved his tongue down Sammy’s throat in answer, and he melted underneath him.
Yeah, shutting him up like that was his favorite option so far.
“What do you want, Sammy? Tell me what you want,” Silas said between heated kisses, edging closer and closer to spilling all over Sammy from just the feel of their naked skin sliding together, hastily exposed between rucked-up shirts.
Sammy wrapped his arms around Silas’ torso, pulling him down. “I need you all around me.”
Silas let himself be yanked and positioned where Sammy wanted him, with their hips aligned so that their cocks slid together in a meltingly hot friction and Sammy’s legs wrapped around his waist.
Because of their height difference, Silas had to hunch down to take Sammy’s mouth back in a wet kiss as he set a frantic pace, rocking them together.
He’d never frotted with anyone before, never really cared to linger over the scent of a partner’s skin or the way they felt pressed up against him or the sound of their hitched breaths—but Silas was consumed with it all now, here, with Sammy.
He wanted to document every place he touched that caused Sammy to knit his brows together; he needed a record of what his mate felt like shivering underneath him in pleasure.
His mate.
Silas had Sammy in his arms, in his bed.
Finally.
Mate feels perfect, mate smells perfect, mate tastes perfect.
Sammy is ours.
Mate is ours.
Oursoursoursours.
Sammy tipped his head back and softly cried out when Silas began rutting them together harder, and he sucked and tongued at his exposed neck to keep from repeating the triumphant declarations out loud.
Yes, wolf. He is ours.
The swell of emotion tipped him over the edge, sudden and overwhelming, and Sammy fit his mouth back over Silas’ just in time to swallow his cry, the involuntary kick of his hips shooting ropes of hot, sticky cum between them.
When he was finished, Silas made to pull away, to reach down and tug Sammy’s orgasm into his palm, but Sammy’s legs gripped him tighter, his arms locked around his torso, holding fast.
“ Silas. ”
Sammy said Silas’ name like a plea, an acute need, something critical for survival.
Silas pressed back down, ignoring his own overly sensitive cock and the cum drying tacky in the hair on his belly. “I'm here,” he rumbled. “I’m right here, love.”
Dropping his elbows just above Sammy’s shoulders on the bed, Silas braced one hand on the headboard and cradled Sammy’s face to his chest with the other. Guided by his husky, muffled moans and bitten-off, high-pitched whines, Silas continued to grind into Sammy’s thick, cum-slick cock the way he needed.
“ Oh, oh fuck, like that. Yes, like that!”
Sammy buried his face in Silas’ chest when he came, moaning and hips twitching, digging his fingers into Silas’ back.
His rumbling purr was loud in the quiet, and he pulled Sammy’s scent deep into his lungs, thicker and richer from their exertions and his fresh orgasm, like dark chocolate and coal fire.
Silas held Sammy through it, cradled underneath him until their breathing evened out and the sweat along Silas’ back cooled. Shifting his weight to the side, he pulled Sammy further up the bed so they were lying face to face on the shared pillow.
Silas traced a claw along the curve of Sammy’s ear. “Wow,” he whispered.
Sammy’s eyes snapped up to his, almost bashful. There were no walls in sight. “Yeah, wow,” he parroted warmly.
They both started chuckling, and then Sammy’s face was back in Silas’ chest to muffle his laugh. “Were you serious about the magical walls, or were you just saying that to make me feel better about getting off in your childhood bedroom?” he asked, nuzzling his beard into the hair there and kissing along his pecs.
Silas hummed, raking his claws through Sammy’s hair. “I was serious about the walls. As a kid, it was a fun quirk; Finn would run into the other room, shut the door, and shout at the top of his lungs, and I’d stand in here and could barely hear him. As teenagers, we appreciated it for other reasons. I’d have clawed my face off if I had to listen to him jerk off.”
Sammy’s face screwed up in a grimace. “Eww, don’t. I can’t think about that. My brother’s in there with him.”
Silas chuckled. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and changed.”
They shuffled around each other as they readied to go to sleep, trading places in the hall bathroom. Silas stayed in his human form since the bed was already cramped enough as it was, let alone with the added bulk of his partial shift.
He hadn’t wanted to deal with the whole knotting thing for their first time together. Startling Sammy with an unreasonably large dick was not how he’d wanted things to go. Thankfully, he’d kept himself in check.
Maybe I should ask Finn how he broached that subject with Jaime… because the last time he’d brought up knotting with his best friend had gone so well .
Silas made Sammy take the wall side so that he wouldn’t accidentally push the smaller man out of bed in the middle of the night. “It’s been so long since I’ve slept in a full bed, I’d feel awful if I kicked you out,” he said, pulling the covers over them both.
“Yeah, well, don’t roll over and suffocate me, either. Being squished by you during sex is hot, but I don’t want to die that way,” Sammy said.
Silas tracked the blush that crept up the back of his neck. Reaching out, he ran a thumb along Sammy’s cheekbone. “I’ll try not to squish you… when we’re sleeping,” he said, smirking at the deadpan look Sammy shot him before swatting his chest.
“Turn off the lamp. I’m tired,” he said, yawning.
Silas reached back and flicked it off. They shifted, settling with Sammy’s back to Silas, just far enough apart so they weren’t touching.
He hated it.
The wind had picked up even more, whistling through the trees and causing the house to shift and creak in the quiet. Silas had always loved the sound of windy nights; they made him wistful. They made him long to hold someone close and to be held tenderly in return.
Slowly, so that Sammy could pull away if he wanted, Silas shifted forward and reached his hand out, resting it on Sammy’s waist. Silas felt his sharp inhale, but he didn’t pull away, so he scooted forward a little more until he had Sammy spooned up against him in a long line of warmth and comfort, with an arm draped around his waist.
“You’re all I can think about, too. For so long, Sammy…” Silas whispered, unable to stop himself from nuzzling into the back of his hair.
It wasn’t enough; it didn’t even come close to all he wanted to say. But Silas was still unsteady after coming so hard, and he wouldn’t want Sammy to think his confessions were made from lust. So he contented himself with the way their scents combined and his mate’s steady breaths.
Sammy threaded his fingers through Silas’, right over his heart, and together, they drifted off to sleep.