7. Silas
Chapter seven
Silas
E van looked up at him, wide-eyed, lips parted, breath coming in short, uneven bursts. He was still shaking from what Silas had just told him, from the truth that had settled between them like something inevitable.
His mate.
Not just a passing hunger. Not just a body to chase the fire from his veins. His .
Something wild and feral surged inside Silas, clawing at his chest, demanding more. He cupped Evan’s jaw, his thumb tracing the sharp edge, feeling the heat rising beneath his skin. So damn beautiful. Flushed, unsure—but here.
Evan swallowed, throat bobbing under Silas’ palm, and the sight sent a rush of heat through him so sharp it nearly undid him. His fingers flexed in Evan’s hair, not to force—just to ground himself.
Then Evan moved.
Silas sucked in a breath as the first slick press of lips wrapped around his cock, hot and wet. His head tipped back, stars bursting behind his eyes. A growl ripped from his chest, vibrating through the air as pleasure wrapped around his spine and squeezed.
Evan looked up at him, his pretty mouth stretched around something far too big, cheeks hollowing as he took more, his tongue stroking along the thick, sensitive vein. There was uncertainty there, but also raw, undeniable want.
Silas clenched his teeth, fingers curling tighter in Evan’s hair, not to demand, not to push—just to feel.
Gods, the way Evan moved. Tentative at first, then bolder, finding a rhythm, testing his limits, learning exactly how to unravel him. Silas’ body shuddered with every slick pull, every teasing flick of tongue. He groaned, deep and guttural, heat clawing up his spine, tension coiling so tight he thought he might snap.
Evan had no idea what he was doing to him.
Silas looked down, catching Evan’s gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his breath ragged, but he didn’t stop. He was so damn beautiful like this: flushed and messy, mouth wet and glistening with spit and slick, his lips wrapping around Silas.
A deep snarl rumbled from Silas’ throat as his hips rocked forward, barely resisting the urge to drive in deeper, to lose himself in the heat of Evan’s mouth. The pleasure was dizzying, consuming, dragging him toward the edge too fast. The scrape of teeth, the slick glide of tongue, the way Evan’s fingers tightened around the base of his cock, working in tandem with his mouth—it was too much. Fuck, it was too much.
Evan was trembling, his throat flexing as he tried to take more, his own hips arching up for more, aching and neglected. He was falling apart for Silas, unraveling in real time, and that sent something sharp and primal roaring through Silas’ blood.
His muscles locked.
His control nearly cracked.
Silas wrenched himself back with a growl, panting, his entire body shaking from restraint. He wanted to let go, wanted to finish right then and there—but not like this. Not yet.
Evan blinked up at him, dazed, lips wet and swollen, glistening with his own slick. His chest heaved, breath ragged, eyes stormy with something unreadable—something fragile beneath the heat.
Silas' gut clenched.
He couldn’t stop himself.
Before Evan could speak, Silas moved. He grabbed him, twisting their bodies, pinning Evan against the forest floor with his full weight. His fingers curled into the fabric of Evan’s shirt, feeling the heat of his body underneath, the quick, shallow breaths that lifted his chest.
He wanted it gone. With one firm motion, he dragged the shirt upward, peeling it away. The fabric caught briefly before slipping free, baring smooth skin and lean muscle to the cool night air.
Evan’s body was warm beneath his touch, his skin hot despite the chill. His chest rose and fell too quickly, tension coiling tight in his frame. Silas ran a broad palm over his ribs, pressing just enough to feel the way he shuddered. He wanted more of that.
His fingers slid lower, tracing the waistband of Evan’s pants.
He felt the sharp hitch in Evan’s breath, the way his stomach tensed under his touch. Silas let a slow smirk curve his lips before he gripped the fabric and pulled, yanking the laces loose with a sharp tug.
Evan twitched, but he didn’t stop him.
Silas dragged the pants down in one fluid motion, baring strong thighs and the sharp cut of his hips. Then the last scrap of fabric was gone, and Evan was laid out before him, exposed in the moonlight.
Silas’ breath came heavier, slower.
He looked .
Evan’s body was all lean muscle and golden skin, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His cock lay hard and flushed against his stomach, twitching slightly with every breath.
Heat burned through Silas, his fingers flexing at his sides as he drank in the sight of him. His own cock throbbed painfully, his restraint fraying at the edges. He slid a rough palm up the inside of Evan’s thigh, feeling the way the muscles jumped beneath his touch. His other hand settled on Evan’s hip, gripping firm. Holding him in place.
He exhaled slowly, voice deep and rough. “Just like that.”
Then he leaned down, his lips finding bare skin, dragging lower. Taking his time.
Evan shivered, a noise catching in his throat—something between a gasp and a moan.
Silas’ blood ran hot.
He ran his hands over Evan’s body, claiming him with touch, memorizing the dips and planes of his stomach, the way his muscles jumped beneath his palms. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweat pooling at the hollow of Evan’s throat, dragging lower to lick along his collarbone.
The salt of his skin, the heat of his body, the way he arched beneath him—it was intoxicating.
Silas' teeth scraped over a nipple, earning a sharp, helpless cry from Evan’s lips.
Perfect. Fucking perfect.
He would worship him. Break him. Put him back together.
Evan had no idea just how deep this bond ran.
But he would.
Evan arched under his touch, his back bowing off the forest floor as Silas' mouth explored his body. His scent spiked, the musk of his arousal filling the air and driving Silas wild. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a swift movement, he flipped Evan over onto his stomach, covering him with his body.
It hit Evan all at once—what Silas intended, how this was going to happen. Silas could see the moment that Evan's breath caught, panic clawing up his throat as he squirmed beneath the heavy weight pinning him down.
“Silas, wait—” he gasped, his voice unsteady, but the werewolf only pressed closer, a slow, satisfied growl rumbling through his chest.
“Wait,” Evan twisted beneath him, panic flickering in his voice. “I—I’ve never—”
Silas stilled. Oh.
His first.
A low, primal satisfaction curled hot in his gut. The thought of being the first to take him, to claim him fully, sent a shudder through his body. No one else had ever touched Evan like this.
And no one else ever would.
He leaned down, pressing against Evan’s back, his lips brushing the curve of his ear. “Good,” he rumbled, voice thick with dark pleasure. “Then I’ll be the only one.”
Evan sucked in a sharp breath, shivering beneath him.
But he didn't struggle.
Silas dragged his lips down the side of Evan’s neck, breathing him in, feeling the rapid pulse against his mouth. His mate smelled like nerves, like arousal, like something he needed down to his bones.
He ran his hands down Evan’s sides, firm, possessive, anchoring them both. “Let me show you,” he murmured, kissing along his shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin.
Evan trembled, fingers digging into the earth. Silas could feel the war raging inside him—the fear, the longing, the raw, unspoken need.
Silas growled softly, nipping at the back of his neck, voice like velvet and steel. “Say it, Evan.”
Evan squeezed his eyes shut, breath shuddering. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper—
“…I want it.”
A deep, possessive growl tore from Silas' chest.
Silas held Evan against him, feeling the tremors running through his smaller frame. His mate fit so perfectly against him, like he had been made to be here, pressed beneath Silas’ larger body, heat pooling between them. His hands slid down Evan’s sides, tracing every sharp inhale, every suppressed shiver. The tension in Evan’s body was palpable, a taut wire strung between nerves and something deeper.
He ran his thumbs along the curve of Evan’s spine, following the natural dip that led lower, smoothing over the swell of his ass. The contrast of softness and muscle beneath his hands sent a slow, burning heat through Silas’ blood.
His cock was heavy, aching, pressing insistently against Evan’s skin. The friction was barely anything, just the slick drag of heat against sweat-slicked skin, but it still sent a shudder up Silas’ spine.
Evan squirmed, a sharp, breathless sound escaping his lips as he instinctively tried to close his legs. Silas’ grip tightened, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. He pressed his hips forward again, letting Evan feel the weight of him, the full intent of what was coming.
Evan shivered.
Silas ran his hands lower, spreading him open, his gaze darkening at the sight of his mate bared to him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the base of Evan’s spine. His mate. His. The need to claim, to mark , to make sure Evan never forgot who he belonged to, roared through him.
He took his time, letting his fingers tease, tracing delicate circles over sensitive skin. He felt every shudder, every quick inhale, every minute shift in Evan’s body. Silas worked Evan open with slow, deliberate movements, his fingers pressing inside with careful pressure, feeling the tight resistance around them. The heat of him, the way his body clenched instinctively, made Silas groan low in his throat. He didn’t force it. He wanted to feel every shiver, every sharp inhale, every moment Evan’s body adjusted to him.
He pushed in deeper, his fingers slick and firm, coaxing Evan’s muscles to relax. At first, there was hesitation—tightness, tension—but Silas was patient. He stroked along the sensitive inner walls, tracing slow, teasing circles, letting Evan get used to the feeling of being stretched.
Evan trembled, his breath catching in his throat. Silas felt the way his thighs tensed, the way his body instinctively tried to resist before slowly, steadily, he started to loosen around him.
“That’s it,” Silas murmured, voice rough with approval.
He curled his fingers, pressing just right.
Evan’s breath hitched, his back arching slightly, a startled noise escaping his lips. Silas grinned, his chest tightening at the sound, at the way Evan’s body responded despite his nerves.
Silas didn’t stop. He moved with steady intent, withdrawing just enough before pressing in again, coaxing him further open. He added another finger, groaning as Evan tensed around him, tight and hot, clenching before slowly yielding. His free hand slid over Evan’s hip, steadying him, feeling the way his body shuddered with every slow thrust of his fingers.
Deeper now, stretching him more, working him until he was pliant under Silas’ touch. His fingers stroked Evan, teasing, making sure he was ready for more. He could feel the difference now—the resistance giving way to something softer, something needy.
Evan let out a shaky breath, his body twitching, hips shifting almost unconsciously.
Silas smirked. He pressed in again, firmer this time, curling his fingers until Evan gasped , his entire body jerking at the sudden spike of pleasure.
Silas groaned at the sound, at the way Evan clenched around him. His fingers moved in slow, deep strokes now, relentless, coaxing more of those unsteady, breathless noises from his mate’s lips.
Evan was opening up for him. Taking him.
He was ready .
And Silas wasn’t going to wait any longer.
Silas pressed the head of his cock against Evan, feeling the tight resistance as his body instinctively fought to accommodate him. Heat pulsed through Silas’ veins, every muscle in his body coiled tight as he held himself back, savoring this moment—the first push, the first claiming, the first time his mate would take him.
Evan’s breath hitched, his fingers curling into the damp earth beneath him. His body trembled, every muscle tense with hesitation, but he didn’t pull away.
Silas expected him to resist, to shy away from the overwhelming stretch, but instead, Evan did something that sent a bolt of raw hunger straight through him—he shifted, rolling his hips back, pressing himself against Silas, opening up for him.
Silas froze, his grip tightening on Evan’s waist.
His mate was offering himself.
Not just surrendering—but inviting him in .
The realization sent a deep, primal thrill through Silas. He had known Evan was capable of submitting to pleasure, but this? This was something more. This was trust.
His voice was thick when he spoke, rough with restraint. “That’s it… just like that.”
Evan let out a shaky breath, his body tense but not in fear. Silas could feel his pulse, could smell the heat rising from his skin, could see the way his thighs trembled—not with resistance, but with anticipation .
Oh, his mate had depths he hadn’t even begun to explore.
Silas gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move slowly, to let Evan feel every inch as he began to press forward. The tight heat around him was nearly unbearable, his cock throbbing at the sheer intensity of it. Evan’s body clenched around him, muscles fluttering in a desperate attempt to adjust.
A sharp gasp left Evan’s lips, his spine arching, his breath stuttering on the edge of a moan.
Silas groaned, his fingers digging into Evan’s hips, feeling every shiver, every little twitch of his mate’s body as he worked him open. “Breathe,” he murmured, leaning down, lips brushing against the back of Evan’s neck.
Evan sucked in a breath, and slowly, slowly, Silas felt him relax. His mate was taking him, adjusting to him, his body learning the shape of him. The pleasure of it was overwhelming, a slow, searing burn that curled in Silas’ gut and spread through every nerve.
Evan let out a sound—half-moan, half-frustrated whimper—and rocked his hips back just slightly, as if asking for more.
Silas’ control snapped.
He growled low, possessive, and pressed deeper, feeling the last resistance give way as Evan took him . His mate’s body clenched tight around him, hot and perfect, sending a violent shudder through Silas’ spine.
Evan gasped, his hands fisting in the earth, his entire body shuddering beneath him as Silas seated himself fully.
Silas’ breath came ragged, his chest heaving as he held still for a moment, letting Evan adjust, letting him feel every inch of what he had just taken.
“You’re perfect,” Silas murmured, voice barely more than a growl, lips brushing against Evan’s ear.
His mate shivered beneath him, and Silas knew —this was only the beginning.
Because Evan was meant for this.
And Silas was going to teach him exactly how much he could take.