9. Evan
Chapter nine
Evan
E van gasped as the knot caught, stretching him impossibly wide. His thighs shook, his fingers scrabbling against the dirt, and for a split second, he thought he couldn’t do it—
Then it was inside.
A sharp, overwhelming fullness hit him all at once, stealing his breath. He let out a strangled sound, his back bowing as the knot forced a deep, aching pressure against his prostate. It was too much—nearly—but fuck , it felt good . His nerves were on fire, his whole body locked up in overstimulation, caught in the burning, unbearable pleasure of being so completely filled.
Silas snapped.
A savage growl ripped through him, and in the next second, Evan was pinned beneath him, claimed. Silas’ body trembled violently, his breath ragged, desperate. “Shit,” he bit out, voice shredded, a hand sliding down to grip Evan’s throat—not squeezing, just holding. Holding him still. Holding him close. “You took me, you—” His breath hitched, and his hips bucked, grinding the knot deeper.
Evan’s whole body jolted, a strangled moan escaping his lips. His head tipped back against Silas’ shoulder, his chest rising and falling in quick, panting breaths. “Yeah,” he gasped, “I did.”
Silas cursed under his breath, then sank his teeth into Evan’s shoulder—not painful, just enough to mark. His body pressed flush against Evan’s back, the heat of him sinking into Evan’s bones. They were locked together now, bound.
Like true mates.
And Evan fucking loved it.
Silas moved. Slow at first, a slow drag of his length inside Evan’s overstretched body, making him feel every inch, every thick pulse of him locked deep. Evan gasped, his fingers clawing uselessly at the dirt, his body strung tight between unbearable sensitivity and the craving for more.
Silas’ breath was hot against the back of his neck, his hands gripping Evan’s hips like he needed something to ground himself. Like Evan was the only thing keeping him tethered. The thought sent a sharp thrill through him.
Then Silas snapped.
With a ragged growl, he pulled back and thrust in hard. Evan cried out, his whole body jerking as pleasure slammed through him. The knot made every movement feel deeper, more intense, stretching and locking him in place as Silas lost all restraint. His pace turned frantic, each roll of his hips demanding, taking, but there was no cruelty in it. No careless selfishness.
This was need.
Silas’ hands roamed over him, greedy, worshipping. A hand spread wide across Evan’s stomach, holding him still as Silas drove into him. Another ghosted over his throat, thumb brushing the edge of his jaw before tilting his chin up, like he wanted to see every reaction, to make sure Evan was still with him. Even as he fucked him like an animal, there was something protective in the way he touched him, something reverent.
And Evan—Evan was falling apart beneath it.
He could barely breathe, barely think. He felt wrecked, claimed, cherished all at once. He’d never felt anything like it. Never let anyone have him like this before, so completely. And Silas—this dangerous beast of a man— was treating him like he was something precious, even while he was breaking him apart.
A groan of pleasure tore from Evan’s lips as his arms buckled, sending him down onto his forearms. Silas growled, following him down, covering him, surrounding him, moving inside him like he never wanted to stop.
And Evan never wanted him to.
Silas slammed into him, hard enough to punch the breath from Evan’s lungs. Every thrust sent sparks through his body, pleasure colliding with the pressure building deep in his core. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except the overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed.
“Good boy,” Silas growled, voice low and wrecked against Evan’s ear. One of his hands slipped beneath Evan, wrapping around him, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “You feel so fucking good. Taking me so perfectly. You were ready for this, weren’t you?”
Evan moaned, humiliated and turned on by how true it felt.
Silas’ grip tightened on his hip, holding him still as he drove in deeper, grinding against the knot stretching him open, forcing Evan to feel every inch. Evan’s breath hitched. His whole body tensed, heat surging up his spine, curling in his stomach.
He was close.
Silas must have felt it too, because his rhythm grew sharper, more desperate. “Let go,” he murmured, his lips brushing Evan’s neck, tongue flicking over his pulse. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”
Evan’s entire body locked up. Pleasure crashed over him like a wave, violent, undeniable. It felt endless, like something inside him had finally broken free.
He wasn’t holding back anymore.
Wasn’t hiding.
Out in the open air, under the glow of the moon, with a man who wanted him, who treated him like something to be treasured, Evan gave in completely.
He shattered, crying out as his release took him, pleasure ripping through him so hard he saw stars. His body convulsed, cock pulsing as he came, ropes of hot come painting the forest floor. His inner muscles clamped down on Silas, squeezing and releasing in waves of intense pleasure. He cried out, the sound echoing through the woods, raw and untamed.
Silas held him through it, stroking him, growling praise against his skin, guiding Evan through the storm of pleasure wracking his body. He pressed kisses along the curve of Evan’s shoulder, rough hands smoothing over sweat-damp skin as if he wanted to memorize him.
"That's it," Silas murmured, voice raw with pride and hunger. "So good for me, so perfect…"
He growled, slamming deep into Evan one last time. "Mine," he rasped, his voice barely human. "You're mine, Evan. Your body, your pleasure, all fucking mine—"
Silas slammed deep with a guttural growl, his entire body shuddering as he claimed Evan completely. Heat flooded inside him, thick and overwhelming, and Evan felt every pulse, every throb as Silas locked them together. A rough breath ghosted over his shoulder, then sharp teeth scraped his skin, sending a final shiver down his spine.
Evan was wrecked—his body spent, his mind hazy, pleasure still crackling through his overstimulated nerves. Silas' knot held him open, stretched and filled, leaving no space between them. There was nowhere to go. No escape.
But Evan didn’t want to escape.
Silas wrapped him up, arms banding tight around him like he was something precious. The weight of him, the solid heat pressing against Evan’s back, should’ve felt suffocating. Instead, it was steadying. Safe.
"You okay?" Silas murmured, voice rough but unexpectedly gentle.
Evan swallowed hard. No one had ever asked him that before. Not like this. Not after.
He shifted slightly, feeling the thick, swollen knot still locked inside him. The sensation was too much, too intense, but he didn’t panic. He didn’t question it.
All he felt was wanted.
Silas’ hand drifted down his side, slow and possessive, a silent promise. “Evan,” he murmured, like he needed to say it, like he wanted to claim it.
Evan exhaled shakily and let himself sink into Silas’ warmth.
For the first time in his life, he wasn’t alone.
Evan's heart pounded against his ribs, echoing the thunderous pulse still resonating through his body. They lay entwined, Silas' warmth enveloping him, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. The haze of pleasure began to dissipate, leaving Evan with a whirlwind of thoughts and a growing sense of unease.
What happens now? The question looped in his mind, a relentless echo. He'd stepped into the hunt to save Lila, never imagining he'd end up claimed by an alpha werewolf. Claimed and... changed. He could feel it, a shift deep within him, like a key turning in a long-rusted lock.
A rustling in the undergrowth snapped Evan's attention upward.
Evan's heart slammed against his ribs. Shadows moved between the trees—watching. The glow of their eyes, hungry and waiting, sent a shiver down his spine. Fear coiled tight in his gut, but Silas was still inside him, his powerful body holding him close. Heat, possessive and unshakable, warred against the cold dread creeping up Evan’s skin.
"Silas," Evan whispered, his voice barely there. "They're watching us."
Silas didn’t tense. Didn’t stiffen. He lifted his head lazily, lips curving like this was all some kind of game. He rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, grinding his cock deeper into Evan’s sore, spent body. Evan bit back a moan, his face burning.
"They're waiting," Silas murmured against his throat, his breath hot, his teeth grazing skin still marked from the bite. "Waiting for me to finish so they can have their turn."
Evan's stomach lurched. His hands fisted in the dirt. "You mean… they want to—" His voice cracked. He couldn’t even say it.
Silas chuckled, the sound deep and knowing. He ran a hand up Evan’s trembling thigh. "You look scared."
"Of course I’m scared," Evan snapped, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. "I don’t want to be… passed around like some kind of prize."
Silas hummed, rolling his hips again, sinking so deep Evan saw stars. "You don’t look scared of me."
Evan’s breath hitched. Shame and arousal tangled like thorns under his skin. "I… I was," he admitted, heat crawling up his throat. "At first."
Silas ran his tongue over the bite mark at Evan’s throat, satisfaction dripping from every slow, teasing movement. "And now?"
Evan flushed, embarrassment and arousal warring within him. "I... I was scared at first," he admitted. "But... I got over it." He didn't mention the moment he'd taken Silas' cock into his hands, the moment he'd realized he wanted this.
Silas lifted his head, his dark eyes flashing as he turned to the watching wolves. A low growl rumbled from his chest—deep, commanding, a sound that sent something primal skittering through Evan’s bones.
The others flinched. One by one, they melted into the shadows, not willing to challenge an alpha for what was his.
Gone.
Evan’s breath shuddered out of him. Relief, shock, something dangerously close to admiration curled through his chest.
Silas had made them leave. For him.
His body ached, every nerve still buzzing, but Silas didn’t move away. He stayed inside him, his heat grounding Evan against the cool earth. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him back against Silas’ broad chest, the steady rise and fall of his breath somehow soothing.
Evan let himself relax.
The moon hung high above them, silver and endless. He stared up at it, letting the quiet settle over him, letting himself drink in this moment—this strange, twisted moment where he felt safe. Wanted.
Respected.
Cared for.
Even if the man holding him was a total stranger.
He should’ve been terrified. He should’ve been running. But instead, he melted into Silas’ warmth, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of everything they’d done.
Evan swallowed hard, heat curling in his stomach. "I have a lot of questions," he admitted, his voice quiet but firm. "We’re mated… but I don’t even know your last name."
Silas laughed, the deep sound vibrating through Evan’s back. "There'll be plenty of time for that tomorrow."
Before Evan could protest, sharp teeth grazed his throat. His breath caught. Silas bit down—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a shock of sensation rippling through him, straight down to where he was still stretched and sensitive. A gasp escaped him, unbidden, his fingers clutching at Silas’ arm.
"You’ll meet my whole pack," Silas murmured against his skin, lips dragging over the fresh bite mark. "They’ll love you."
Heat rushed to Evan’s face. The idea of being introduced as Silas' mate made him squirm, equal parts embarrassed and strangely… intrigued.
But then Silas bit him again, and Evan’s mind emptied like a flipped switch. A shudder racked his body, pleasure and something deeper twisting through him. He hadn’t bee willing to face this about himself. That he could like it. That he could crave it.
Silas hummed in satisfaction, dragging his tongue over the fresh mark, soothing the sting. Evan should’ve had more questions. He should’ve demanded answers.
But right now, wrapped in Silas’ arms, with the night air cool against his flushed skin and the warmth of his mate anchoring him, he let it all go.
Tomorrow could wait.
Tonight, he was exactly where he needed to be.