Chapter 17 Silas #2
She had claimed me.
My hands moved between us, working open the button of my fly and pulling the zipper down. Even though I was painfully impatient, I moved slow enough that she could see exactly what I was doing. Slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted to.
She didn’t, simply watching me, breathing hard, her body shifting restlessly as she pressed down, grinding against my lap. Against my knot.
“Take your pants off,” I said, sliding her off my lap to the floor.
I lifted my hips, dragging my fatigues down and letting them bunch around my ankles.
She stood between my legs, hesitating only a moment before doing the same.
“Underwear too.”
Her eyes locked onto mine as she pushed her panties down. They fell to the floor beside her pants.
For a moment, I just looked at her.
There was confidence in the way she stood there now.
Not perfect, not untouched by what had been done to her, but real.
She held my gaze, shoulders squared even as a faint tension still lingered in the lines of her body.
She still froze when touched too suddenly.
Sometimes the memories crept in and made her pull away.
But she didn’t run.
She stayed, fighting years of conditioning.
And now looking at her, she seemed so different from the silent, terrified girl who used to hide beneath her bed, snapping at us with her teeth.
Was this who Lena had been before Marco, I wondered?
My experience with interrogations told me what torture did to a person. It split a life cleanly in two. There was always a before and an after.
But watching her now, standing there between my spread thighs, a little hesitant but still choosing this, choosing me…
Maybe she was beginning to find her way back to the woman she had been before.
I decided then and there I wasn’t going to treat her like she was broken anymore.
I wasn’t going to handle her with that tentative, stifled restraint people used when they were afraid to make things worse. No careful gentleness just for the sake of her trauma.
No.
Not like Knox, who tried to bury his urges behind patience and soft-spoken reassurances. Not like the careful way he watched her, always giving her room to retreat.
Lena didn’t need that from me.
She needed the opposite.
She needed someone who wouldn’t let her run.
Someone who would make her fight the instinct to flinch.
Someone who would drown that fear beneath something stronger.
Desire.
Her body needed to be claimed so completely that doubt had no space left to fester. That the instinct to pull away would be buried beneath sensation and release until the only thing left was the choice she had already made.
She had just stood in front of me, stripped herself bare, and chosen this.
Chosen us.
And I wasn’t going to insult the strength of that choice by pretending she was fragile. I wasn’t going to give her some half-ass version of me after her mark had already claimed me.
No.
If she wanted me, she was going to get the real thing.
"Kneel," I commanded, pointing to the floor between my thighs.
She obeyed, dropping quickly and licking her lips. A little impatient whimper left her, so I appeased her hunger, gilding my cock between her lush lips, and pushing inside.
Her lips molded around my shaft, and for a moment she stayed there, warm and soft, as if savoring the feel of it. She looked up at me through her thick, dark lashes, eyes heavy with emotion deeper than simple desire.
Then she moved.
Just like she had with that sandwich in the jail cell, she devoured me with a quiet desperation, a hunger that had clearly been building for far too long.
It was a raw and consuming need, as if she had been starved of touch, of wanting, of the freedom to give in to her own arousal, and now that she finally could, she had no intention of holding back.
I groaned as she took me deeper, swallowing around my girth until I was buried in her throat.
“Fuck, little mute,” I breathed, threading my fingers through her dark hair. My hand settled there, tangled in the strands, but I didn't push or pull. I just rested, letting her set the pace.
Then she took too much of me, too fast and hungry.
She coughed, gagging around my length.
“Lena,” I murmured, my grip tightening slightly in her hair as I steadied her. “Breathe.”
I eased my hips back a fraction, backing out of her throat.
“Easy,” I said softly. “You don’t have to rush.” My thumb brushed along her temple, gentle despite the tension running through me. “I’m not going anywhere. You can have my cock whenever you want.”
My voice dropped lower.
“Take your time, Lena. Suck it slower.”
"Practice," I continued, guiding my hand to her mouth, and pushing my fingers inside. Her tongue circled around them and then she moved, sucking softly, then harder, finding a balance.
"Good." I said, pulling my fingers from her mouth. "Now, put your lips back on my cock like a good omega."
Once her mouth wrapped around my shaft again, she took her time, savoring the taste of me instead of rushing.
Her lips moved in slow, measured strokes, gliding along my length before sinking down again.
When she reached the mushroom head, she lingered, drawing the tip into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks.
Her tongue circled the sensitive tip before she eased back down, taking me deeper with patient control until her lips hovered near my groin again.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Just like that. My cock is bottoming out in your throat. That’s it.”
My fingers tightened slightly in her hair.
“So good, Lena,” I said. “Your mouth is soft as hell. Warm too.”
I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay still even as the need to take control coiled tighter in my gut.
“But I want to be inside you,” I continued, my voice rough with need. “I want to feel that tight pussy wrapped around me.”
My thumb brushed along her cheek, the touch gentler than the words leaving my mouth.
“Do you want that empty cunt stuffed full of your handler's cock, Lena?”
She looked up at me, so beautiful it almost knocked the breath from my lungs. Her puffy lips were still wrapped around my shaft. Tears clung to the corners of her eyes from when she had choked trying to take all of me.
“I can smell how needy your wet pussy is,” I murmured. “Bet it’s soaked with slick.”
I wanted to hear her pretty voice again.
“Be a good omega and use your words like you’ve been doing.”
Her mouth slipped off my cock with a soft pop. She stayed there between my legs, lips parted, chest rising and falling as if she were searching for the words.
“Tell me you want me inside you,” I said in a gentle command.
“I want…”
My fist wrapped around my shaft, pumping slowly. Precum gathered at the tip and slid down my length. Her gaze followed it. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips.
“You.”
I tightened my grip slightly.
“Where, Lena?” My voice dropped lower. “Where do you want me?”
She let out a high, needy whine.
“Inside me.”
The two words hit me like a freight train, shattering the little control I had been holding onto for her sake. She didn’t need me to ease her into this. She needed me to fuck her hard and fast.
I grabbed beneath her arms and hauled her onto my lap. She hovered over my cock as I guided her into place above the tip. Her slick entrance slipped against me, teasing the head of my painfully erect dick.
“Ready for your handler’s cock?” I asked.
She nodded, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as I guided her down. My cock slid inside her, stretching her open. She cried out, loud and strangled, as I filled her.
“That’s a beautiful sound to wake up to.”
Knox’s voice came from behind me.
Lena froze at the sound of him, hesitation locking her body in place.
“It’s okay, little mute,” I said. “Remember what my brother told you. Twins share everything. Let Knox watch as you ride me.”
I glanced over my shoulder.
My brother lay sprawled across the blow-up mattress, one arm propping up his head. His other hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself slowly.
“Watch him over my shoulder while I fill you up,” I murmured. “His cock’s the same as mine. See how big it is? See how long and thick the one now stuffed inside your tight cunt is?”
“The only difference is mine curves a little to the left,” I added with a smirk.
I ground into her, driving the point home by angling my hips until I hit her sensitive slick glad, which tore a sharp gasp from her lips.
My mouth found the crook of her neck, breathing her in at the source. Spiced peaches. Tempting. Addictive.
I needed a taste.
Lena had marked me. Chosen me as hers.
Now I would answer her.
“I’m yours, Lena.”
My mouth closed over her skin, slowly sucking the delicate skin, then my teeth pressed down. Gentle at first, then harder as her walls began tightening around me.
When she started moaning, cumming hard around my cock, I bit down and broke skin, marking her.
My hand came up to cover her mouth, muffling the scream that tore free as her orgasm crashed through her.
I didn’t want to silence her. I wanted to hear her scream as loud as she wanted.
But we couldn’t risk anyone hearing her.
Just this once.
“Knot, please, Silas,” she murmured against my palm.
“Careful what you ask for, Lena,” I said low in her ear. “I’m the kind of man who gives exactly what he promises.”
I held her close against me.
“You want my knot? You can have it.”
My thumb traced along her jaw, gentler than a man like me had any right to be, while my knot kept pushing and stretching, wedging itself into her tight channel.
“You want safety. I’ll give it to you.”
My lips brushed the mark at her neck, lapping at the wound. She groaned, taking me so well.
“You want a home. I’ll build it for you.”
My grip tightened slightly on her hip, possessive and steady.
“And if you want vengeance…” I murmured. “I’ll carve it into whoever hurt you.”
I pressed my forehead to hers, voice quiet but unbreakable.
“Whatever you ask for, Lena. You understand that?”
My thumb lifted her chin so she had to meet my eyes.
“You chose me.”
A slow breath left me.
“Now everything I am is yours.”
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye as she nodded. Then her head fell back as my knot pushed hard, slipping inside her core.
I covered her mouth again just in time to catch the scream that tore free as another wave crashed through her. Her body trembled in my arms, pulse after pulse tightening around me as she rode out the release. Her pussy coated my lap in slick as it poured from her.
Once knotted, I found my release too, pumping her full of seed, as she milked my knot with orgasm after orgasm.
She moved against me with wild abandon, chasing pleasure, grinding down on my knot as I held her close. I buried my face between her soft bouncing breasts as she came apart in my arms, again and again, until the last of the tension drained from her body.
Looking down, I watched the little mute as she rested against me, waiting for my knot to deflate. Despite everything Marco had done to her, Lena was rebuilding herself little by little. He had broken so many pieces of her, but she kept finding strength in the places he had failed to destroy.
And now, for the first time, she was letting go, leaning into touch instead of shrinking from it.