Chapter 13 Lena #2
Silas moved without hesitation, sliding his hand beneath my top, tracing my stomach with practiced ease as he drew me tighter against his chest. His body pressed in close behind me, unapologetically shifting his hips in a delicious rhythm.
As his fingertips traced the sensitive place where my lower breast rolled and tucked against my body, a desperate sound slipped from my throat before I could stop it. I prayed it wasn’t loud enough for Knox to hear.
From behind me, Silas’s breath brushed the shell of my ear, so light it raised goosebumps along my skin.
“That’s it,” he murmured softly. “You’re doing so good. Just relax for me while I touch you.”
His steady voice barely rose above a whisper as his fingers explored upward, mapping my body with slow, reverent touches.
“You’re in control, Lena,” he whispered. “If you show me where you want my hands, I’ll make your body forget how to be afraid."
His words shot straight to the apex of my thighs. Any reservations I had, didn't stand a chance against my arousal as I guided him lower, pulling his hands toward the ache building in my core.
He followed my lead, tracing my stomach, stopping when he reached the band of my underwear.
Waiting for permission. I lifted the band, urging him downward and the moment his fingers slipped beneath my underwear, my back arched.
Need rushed through me so intensely, it felt overwhelming, foreign and intoxicating all at once.
At first, my arousal was almost like the beginning of a heat. The same restless urgency and slow-building lust, but somehow different.
Steadier. Stronger. Grounded.
The desire lived in my body, yes, but it wasn’t consuming me from the inside out. It existed alongside my thoughts instead of drowning them. I wasn’t being dragged under by instinct and lust. For the first time, I was choosing it.
“More?” he asked softly, stalling before his hand traveled any further.
I nodded.
His movements slowed, as if he were giving me space to change my mind. When I didn’t, his touch lowered, tracing the entrance to my core with teasing lightness.
"I'm going to put my fingers inside your pussy, little mute," was all the warning I got before he slipped inside my entrance, drawing a sharp gasp from my chest. I bit my lip, fighting the sounds that threatened to spill free.
“So responsive and wet for me,” Silas breathed. “Your body talks to me, even when you won’t. It tells me how needy you are. How desperate you are to be touched by your alpha handler.”
He pumped his finger in and out a few times, then inserted another, before scissoring them apart.
"Does it feel good when I stretch your tight pussy, Lena?"
I swallowed a moan and nodded again, quicker this time.
His fingers moved steadier now, in and out of my center, as pressure rose like a dam ready to overflow. With each thrust of his hand, something coiled in me, tighter and tighter.
Pressure built steadily, each movement winding it further until I could barely breathe. When it finally broke, pleasure tore through me without warning, stealing the air from my lungs and locking my body in place as a tingling sensation flooded every nerve.
"Good omega. Let go and squeeze hard on my fingers."
My eyes screwed shut as I rode the orgasm out in waves. Silent shudders wracked my body and all its tension slowly unraveled.
“There you go,” Silas murmured. “Just like that. It feels so good to have your handler's fingers stuffed in your tight pussy, doesn't it, little mute?"
Every dirty word he spoke, elongated my orgasm.
My overstimulated body had barely begun to settle when a sharp click sounded at the doorway.
The door creaked open, as time slowed.
Panic flared, my eyes snapping to Silas. He only smiled, cold and empty. Knox didn’t even turn, his attention still fixed on the window, as a shadow loomed in the doorway.
Marco was so much larger than I remembered, his face swallowed by shadow.
My blood ran cold.
"My turn next," he said, a wicked smile cutting across his mouth, exposing sharp teeth.
I tried to pull away from Silas, but his arm banded me, holding me in place while his fingers remained in my core.
"You were right about this omega slut, sir. Wet and ready for you," Silas chuckled, throwing back the army blanket and exposing what his fingers were doing to me.
Marco stalked toward me, hungry eyes fixed on where Silas dipped inside me, moving in and out, making loud, wet, noises.
“I told you, Lena,” he snarled. “There’s no future for you that doesn’t circle back to me. Your soul is mine. Soon your body will be too.”
He lunged.
I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my body snapping upright. My breath seized in my chest, panic clawing through me as sweat slicked my skin. My lips parted, closed, parted again, but no sound came out.
Fingers brushed my cheek, and I recoiled instinctively, shrinking away.
“Hey. Lena. Look at me,” a steady voice said. “You okay? What’s wrong?”
My head shook as I fought to focus, the room blurring before slowly sharpening. Concerned blue eyes searched my face.
Knox.
Relief hit hard and fast as I looked around. Daylight streamed through the window. Silas now occupied Knox’s lookout perch, watching outside, while his brother knelt beside me, one hand braced on the mattress.
“At first we thought you were having a very good dream,” Knox said, a flicker of amusement crossing his face.
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
“And then it turned bad.”
The air was thick with scent, mine and theirs tangled together. Mortification twisted in my chest.
“Hey,” Knox said gently. “It’s okay. Just a dream. I told you last night, there’s nothing wrong with feeling… things.”
At some point after my conversation with Knox, I must have fallen asleep again. Everything after that had been a dream.
“We’ve got movement,” Silas said sharply.
The words snapped me fully awake, pulling me out of my embarrassment. I wrapped the blanket tight around my shoulders and moved behind him as one of Marco’s men stepped out of the house. Silas lifted his camera and snapped a photo.
I didn’t recognize the man, but now I remembered his face.
Silas adjusted the camera lens, and my gaze drifted to his hands.
They were so large and strong. Thick fingers wrapped securely around the camera's lens with practiced control.
His forearms flexed as he shifted position, veins popping out beneath his skin.
Once, that kind of strength would have terrified me.
Now, there was something so attractive about hands that looked capable of handling me just as easily as the equipment in front of him.
Last night’s dream surfaced unbidden. In it, Silas' hands had moved over my body, exploring every inch with a tenderness that made my stomach tighten just thinking about it.
His voice had been low in my ear the entire time, steady praise woven through every deepening touch until heat and comfort blurred together into something dangerously addictive.
My breath hitched, skin heated, and a shiver wove through me. Desire flared before I could stop it.
Embarrassment reddened my face as I tried to hide my arousal, pulling the blanket tighter around myself like it could somehow conceal the growing wetness between my thighs. I hated that I couldn’t control my scent, my body's reaction, or my curiosity for what these men offered.
Silas went still. His nostrils flared, teeth grinding as he scented my arousal in the air. Strain crossed his face, then vanished as discipline locked back into place.
Shame crept up my neck as I dragged my gaze away, clutching the blanket tighter around my shoulders.
And mingled in the shame was an arousal I could no longer deny.