Chapter 13 - Silas #2
Silas started to thrust slowly, but Elle wasn’t having it. She threw her legs around his waist and matched him thrust for thrust. “Harder,” she whimpered.
Silas’ control snapped. He held her by the hips, and he drove into her till the bed shook.
Elle cried out, tearing his back with her nails.
Silas rolled over until Elle was above him.
The sight of her riding him was almost enough to make him blow his load.
Her breasts were moving with each motion, her head thrown back with delight.
“Look at you,” Silas groaned. “Fucking gorgeous. Taking me so well.”
“Is that all you’ve got?” She smirked.
Silas arched his brow. The challenge in her voice made his wolf roar with approval.
He flipped them over again. This time, Elle was on her hands and knees. He held her hips tight enough to leave bruises and drove into her from behind. This new angle allowed him to go deeper.
Elle screamed into the pillow as her entire body trembled. Silas gave her ass a hard slap
And his eyes followed the jiggle of the flesh.
Elle pushed back against him. “Again,” she gasped.
Silas spanked her even harder, and her inner walls tightened around him. He growled, trying to think of anything but how good she felt or how he’d come before her.
He pulled out and flipped Elle onto her back again, needing to see her face. She looked thoroughly ruined, her hair a mess, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Beautiful,” Silas breathed, sliding back into her. “So fucking beautiful.”
He intertwined their hands over her head, giving her long, deep, hard thrusts, while maintaining eye contact.
“Silas,” Elle gasped. “I’m going to…”
“Come for me. Come on my cock, Elle. Let me feel you.”
Suddenly, Elle made a sound that did not sound like it came from pleasure.
“Silas.” She groaned. “Something…something is happening to me.”
Silas stopped mid-thrust and noticed her cheeks were flushed, she was sweating more than usual, her eyes looked disoriented, and it had little to do with the orgasm he was trying to give her. He knew what she was experiencing.
“Elle. Look at me.”
“It’s too much..oit’s…I’m burning up!”
“I know.” Silas cradled her face with his hands, fighting against his rut, which was coming up hard and quick. “You’re okay. You’re not in danger. I need you to breathe.”
“What is this?” Her hips moved against him. “Silas, what is happening to me.”
“You are in heat.” He explained it in a low and even tone, monitoring her face. “Your body is going into heat. It’s—” He stopped. He could not tell her what his pack healer told him. Not now. “It’s the bond completing. Your body is responding to mine. It’s not going to hurt you.”
Elle stared at him. Her breath was ragged. “I’m so...God, I need—”
“I know what you need.”
“Fucking hell,” she rolled her hips once more, and Silas bit back his groan. “I cannot—”
“Elle.” He laid his forehead against hers as he felt his rut swell.
He was done fighting it, and fighting it wasn’t helping her.
His whole body had shifted into something lower and more animal, something that recognized what she was going through and knew exactly what to do about it. “Do you want me to stop?”
A beat.
“No.” She shook her head wildly. “No, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
That was all he needed. Everything was intense—her scent, her whimpers, her moans, her soft body.
She was different in heat, warmer, damper, and her body so sensitive to his touch. She pulled his hair and sank her teeth into his shoulder so hard that he felt it all the way down his spine. He continued to thrust harder, coated in her slick. Elle cried and raked her nails down his back.
“Silas…Silas, please…”
“I’ve got you. Let go.”
Elle whimpered softly, her eyes rolling back as she came seconds later. “What—” She was still trembling, barely coherent. “What was…that’s never—”
“I know.”
“That was not normal—”
“No,” he agreed, through his teeth, because his own orgasm was building and he was barely holding it. “It wasn’t.”
Silas gave her a last deep thrust as his own orgasm ripped through him. He buried his face in Elle’s neck, his teeth grazing her skin, and came harder than he ever had in his life.
Then something happened. His knot tightened at his base, and he felt it lock inside her at the same moment his orgasm peaked.
Elle gasped from under him. “Silas—”
“I know,” he managed. “I know, I—I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
“Are you stuck?”
“Yes.” He was unable to move without hurting her. “I’m sorry. I had no idea that it would—it is not something that I am in control of.”
A silence. He dipped his chin and looked at her face. She was flushed, breathing hard, and almost glaring at him.
“How long?” Elle asked.
“I don’t.. I don’t know. I haven’t.. this has never..” he took in a deep breath. “I’ve never knotted before, since well, I did not have a mate before. Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
“No. I’m not hurt.” A pause. “It’s just a lot.”
“Yes.”
“But it doesn’t hurt.”
“Good.” He moved, rolling to his side and dragging her with him so that she was not supporting his weight. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you.”
“Can you control it?”
“Apparently not. Look, Elle—”
“Stop apologizing.” She said quietly. “Just… stay still.”
So, he stayed still. He could feel her heart beat against his chest.
“What was that?” Elle asked.
“The knot. It’s—it’s an Alpha thing. It occurs in orgasm, in some instances. I’ve never—” He stopped, unable to spin any sensible lies. “I will explain it properly. I will explain everything. Just not right now.”
“Okay.”
Elle didn’t pull away. She was pressed against him with her hand on his chest, and Silas held her in the dark, thinking about what Margaret had said, how warm Elle felt, and how much he had to tell her.