Chapter 6
Angel
Tamsyn and I sit in the cafeteria having lunch and talking about one of our classes. I feel a little uneasy today, though, and I’m not exactly sure why. I’ve been on edge, and I hate that feeling. Maybe it’s because Silas fucked me with someone else’s finger. That thought lingers in the back of my mind, and a part of me wants to hate it, while another part of me wants to love it.
Tamsyn is talking about a party later, but my eyes catch on something. Not something. Someone. A man. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I stare into his eyes. What is he doing here? Why is he here? How is he here? He was dead. There’s no way he can be here.
“Did you hear me?” Tamsyn asks, pulling my attention back to her.
“Sorry, what?”
“What’s going on with you today?” she asks, looking over her shoulder to see what I was looking at.
“I don’t know, Tamsyn. I’m just on edge today.”
“Why? What happened?”
“Nothing. I woke up feeling like this, and it’s bothered me all damn day,” I admit to her. “What’s the date today?” I ask her, narrowing my eyes.
“The tenth.” A wave of nausea hits me hard, and I grab my bottle of water, trying to swallow back the vomit rising in my throat. I take a quick drink while Tamsyn watches me intently.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She’s about to question me further when I feel someone come up behind me. I jolt, nearly jumping out of my seat, when hands land on my shoulders.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” I hear Silas’s voice and slowly relax.
“She’s been like this all day,” Tamsyn says, snitching on me. Silas drags my body back against his and keeps me held there.
“What’s wrong?” he asks in my ear so no one else can hear him but me. I shake my head.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I’m not. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine, or Tamsyn wouldn’t have brought it up.”
“Just an off day, Silas. I’m fine,” I tell him, trying to pull away from him now. He doesn’t let me go far, gripping my hips and dragging me back against him. His hand slips under the hem of my skirt and slowly slides up my thigh. That’s where he keeps it, too. Caressing me, trailing it up and down.
“We are going to the party tonight, right?” Tamsyn asks, looking at Rylan.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t we be?”
“Just asking. I have to wear a fucking dress,” she whines, causing me to laugh. I know how much Tamsyn hates wearing dresses. She’s more of a tomboy.
“It’s a hot dress,” I tell her.
“It’s a dress,” she states.
“One I plan on fucking you in,” Rylan tells her.
“Speaking of dresses,” Silas says, running his hand over my panties. “Make sure you’re not wearing these later,” he says in my ear. I gasp, turning my head to face me as he grins at me.
“And if I do?” I challenge him. His eyes grow dark as he looks at me, a chill spreading across my body.
“Then you’ll have to be punished for not following orders,” he tells me. His lips come to rest on my neck before he sinks his teeth in gently. I moan, but he quickly pulls away from me.
“I, for one, don’t want to go,” Levi chimes in now.
“Why not?”
“I don’t like dancing, and the fact I don’t know which bitch is mine is a little annoying.”
“None of us know, Levi,” Rylan tells him, and I see the hurt in Tamsyn’s eyes. He’s right, though. None of us know who the hell we’re promised to, and the fact that we’re fucking any of the Kings is illegal in our world. It’s okay to have friends and to mess around, but nothing serious is supposed to come of that because we’ve already been chosen for someone, and that’s who we are to marry.
The thought alone makes me cringe. There are a few I wouldn’t want to be married to if my life depended on it. Silas, Levi, and Rylan are the only ones I would want, and even then, Rylan wouldn’t be completely mine since he’s never going to let Tamsyn go.
“And that doesn’t bother you?” he asks, looking between all of us.
“Yeah, it does me. But this is what we were taught, right?” I reply.
“Doesn’t mean we have to like it.”
“That’s true, but we were raised to be this,” I remind him.
“What if you could be something different? Would you?” he asks. That’s a loaded question. I’ve thought about that before. I’ve thought about being someone else and actually having choices, but I quickly swept them away because that isn’t reality.
“I would,” Tamsyn chimes in quickly. I glance over at her, but she just shrugs.
“Fuck this. Let’s get out of here,” Rylan says. Silas grunts his agreement over my shoulder, and we all stand to leave. I don’t know where the fuck we’re going, and I don’t really care as long as it isn’t here.
Tamsyn and I follow the guys out to the SUV and climb in. Levi takes off driving as Tamsyn and I talk about our dresses for the party. She isn’t happy about it, and I find it a little funny. At least she’ll let me do her hair and makeup.
We arrive and the car stops when I look to see where we are. Glancing over at Silas, I see the devilish look in his eyes.
“We don’t have anything to swim in,” I point out.
“You don’t need anything,” he adds before climbing out. Tamsyn and I share another look before climbing out of the car and following them down to the lake. The guys are already undressing when we meet up with them. Tamsyn wastes no time undressing to her bra and underwear and climbs in, but I hesitate.
That’s when I glance over and see the heat in Silas’s eyes. He looks at me, damn near burning me to the pits of hell with that look. I slowly slip out of my skirt and then my shirt before kicking off my shoes and moving toward the water. Once I get it, he swims toward me, dragging me along with him.
“Swim. Follow me,” he orders me. He wasn’t asking, so I do as I’m told. I swim behind him down the lake a short way before he swims up near the shore. I follow him when he reaches for me and pulls me into him, kissing me like he hasn’t kissed me before. He devours my mouth with his, and heat builds inside of me. But then he pulls away and nods toward the rocks. I’m confused by what he’s doing when he climbs out of the water and grabs a rope. At first, I think he’s going to swing out and jump in, but then he lowers it down the rock.
“Grab the end,” he says. I grab onto the end of the rope and he comes back around to get back in the water. He swims over and takes the rope, making some kind of knots and twists in it. “Close your eyes,” he tells me. I don’t know about this. I don’t know what he’s doing with that rope, but I’m about to find out. When I don’t close my eyes, Silas grabs my head and dunks me under the water. I flail my arms around, trying to get back up, but he doesn’t let me. He holds me under.
When he finally lets me up, I gasp for air before being dunked back under once more. My lungs burn for oxygen as I fight against the hold he has on me. This time when he lets me up, I suck in a deep breath, but before I can think about anything else, his lips are back on mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I forget the fact he just held me underwater. All I can think about is him.
I’m dazed and confused when he pulls away from me this time, slipping the rope over my head and around my neck. I’m about to protest when he shakes his head at me. Silas moves to tug on the rope, and I feel it tighten around my neck. I gasp, my hands instinctively wrapping around the coarse rope and trying to pull it away, but it does no good.
“Fuck, Angel. Look at you,” he purrs as he looks at me with the rope around my neck. He can’t be serious. He likes me like this?
“Take it off,” I tell him. He grins and shakes his head.
“I’m in control now. Not you,” he reminds me. I open my mouth to say more, but he tugs on the rope, and I feel it tighten. I don’t know if it’s the man himself or the fucking adrenaline, but I can feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.
“Silas.”
“Trust me, Angel.” That’s it. Those three fucking words have me relaxing a little. Silas moves to pull his boxers off, tossing them onto the rock next to me when he does the same to my panties. Then he lifts me onto the rock so I’m partially sitting on the edge. He adjusts the rope before he dives between my legs. My lips part as he leans in and runs his tongue along my slit. I arch my back, needing more, wanting more.
“Silas,” I whine for him, and he growls. That shuts me up. His tongue gets to work toying with my clit before dipping inside of me. He licks at my wetness, and I can’t stop squirming. I want more. I need more. With Silas, I always crave more.
Silas continues to assault my body with his lips and tongue until my legs are shaking. Just when I think I’m going to come, he stops and jerks my ankles. I slide down the rock and back into the water, where the rope tightens even more around my neck. I begin to panic now. It’s too tight. I can barely breathe. I reach up to pull at the rope once more when Silas slaps my hand away. He grabs my hips and lifts me, taking some of the pressure off my neck before slamming his cock into me.
“Silas!” I cry out his name, but this time, he doesn’t pull the rope tighter because it’s already too much. I’m struggling for air as he pumps inside of me. He rolls his hips, getting in as deep as he can, and I want to scream for him to keep going, but I know now he’ll only tighten the rope around my neck tighter, so I keep quiet.
His hips buck into mine, water splashing up around my face. His fingers dig deep into my hips, and I know they’re going to leave a mark, and yet I can’t find it in myself to care. I want his marks on me. I want everyone to see what he’s done to me.
“Such a dirty fucking angel, aren’t you? Letting me rope you up and fuck you in the lake.” His words cause more heat to stir inside of me.
“You like it too, don’t you, baby? You like being my little dirty girl?” he asks me. I nod my head, unable to form words. I love it when he talks to me like that. I didn’t think I would, but coming from Silas, I love it. My pussy clenches around him, and he knows I’m close. I’m panting and still gasping for air. I feel like I can’t get enough into my lungs like this.
“You going to come all over my cock, Angel? Hmm? You want me to make you see fucking stars?” He growls at me. Fuck, why is he doing this to me? He thrusts a few more times when he grabs the end of the rope and pulls. My head jerks at an awkward angle, and all the air is cut off. Silas holds the rope in his hand and brings it to my hips so he can hold onto me again. I’m panicking, but the feel of him inside of me almost outweighs that.
“Do it, Angel. Fucking come for me. Do what a dirty little whore is supposed to do,” he growls. My pussy loves his words, and that’s all I need. I come hard, lights blasting behind my eyes. I feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen when I feel Silas swell inside of me.
He comes, and I want to scream, but I can’t. Blackness starts to take hold when he releases the rope, and it shifts, loosening around my neck. I suck in the air, pulling as much in as I can.
With his cock still inside of me, Silas reaches up and pulls the rope from my neck, tossing it away. I keep my arms wrapped around his neck, breathing heavily while he runs his fingers along my spine.
“You always come so good for me, Angel.”