Chapter 13
Thirteen
Ursula
Was this a terrible idea? More than likely. But I hadn’t recovered from the horror of our last trial, and the idea of locking myself away in this room wasn’t something I could do, not when everything inside me was so utterly terrified of being alone.
My fears were still there, right on the surface, and shutting Silas out was impossible.
He didn’t need to care about me, he just needed to make me feel good for a little while.
He just needed to hold me and make me feel safe and wanted, and after whatever his trial was, whatever he’d been through while I’d been trapped in mine, he’d obviously been affected the same way.
His big body shook, his muscles rock solid as he stared down at me. The silver of his eyes seemed to swirl and darken. Gods, the intensity rocked me.
Still, he didn’t make a move to kiss me or to pull me in tighter against his body.
I couldn’t hold that stare another moment, but I couldn’t not move closer, and so I leaned in, pressing my head to his chest again, my hands to his sides.
“Please, Silas,” I rasped. I wasn’t the kind of female to beg, not for fucking anything, but right then, I was prepared to drop to my knees and do just that.
This wasn’t me. I wasn’t in my right mind, I knew that, but the way I was feeling, it was impossible to stop this, and I didn’t want to.
“You don’t need to plead,” he said roughly. “Your pleasure is all I can fucking think about, and I want to give you everything you need.” His hand slid up and down my back, then over my shoulder to grip the base of my neck. “Look at me, Ursula.”
The deep gravel of his voice slid through me, and I shivered.
Swallowing thickly, I tilted my head up and met his stormy gaze.
The dominance I saw there sliced down my body and pulsed between my thighs.
I was no shrinking violet, I liked being in control as much as the next warrior, but with him, like this, before everything had gone to hell three years ago, I’d begun to feel very differently.
Just as Silas had discovered what he liked, I had as well, when I’d been convinced I already knew. I’d been submitting more often, giving in to his demands and growing more addicted to it.
Could I do that now? After everything we’d been through, could I give him that?
Do I feel safe enough to do that?
I didn’t know what I felt. Reality and the residual emotions from that horrific trial were all twisted inside me. So I ignored all of it and decided to go with what felt right.
I stared into his eyes—and waited.
Still, he didn’t kiss me, like I desperately wanted, no, he walked me toward my bed. When the backs of my legs hit the mattress, he hooked me around the waist and hauled me off my feet, so my face was level with his. His fingers slid through my hair, holding me in place.
“Are you going to run away from me again?” he said.
“No.” I should, but I wouldn’t.
Finally, his mouth came down on mine, in a fierce kiss that ignited my entire body.
Oh gods, nothing and no one kissed like Silas, like he put a thousand years of longing, of chastity, and loneliness into each one.
His scent, his taste, it was like soaring through the clouds, through clear, crisp skies, while the sun’s rays warmed me from the inside out.
All of that, fucking all of it, made Silas impossible to forget.
A male impossible to replace.
“I’ve missed you, hellcat,” he groaned against my lips. “I’ve missed the taste of you.”
My pulse spiked when he called me that. The last time he had, we’d been spent and sweaty and naked.
“How do I taste?” I said against his lips.
It was as if he were in my head, right there with me, reeling like I was at finally being together like this again, and I let myself believe it.
I didn’t reach out with my senses to check, because I didn’t want to know the truth, I wanted to live in this bubble, at least until morning.
“You taste like dark spices and honey, like every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.”
How could someone cold and emotionless say things like that? It was hard to believe he felt nothing, yet every time I sought out what he was feeling, that’s what I found. I quickly shoved that thought from my mind.
When he finally lifted his head, I yanked off my shirt, stripping out of my clothes as he reached back, grabbed his shirt and tugged it off.
He tossed it aside, his silver gaze sliding down my naked body.
He reached for me, and I darted to the side and shoved him to the mattress.
If he wanted to dominate me, he had to earn it.
He had to work for it. Giving in wasn’t in my nature, appearing weak wasn’t something I would do willingly, no matter how much I wanted to hand over control, and Silas knew that as well.
He hit the mattress, and I climbed on top of him.
“Ursula,” he growled.
I ignored him and quickly undid his jeans, shoving them down his hips. His cock sprang free, pierced and hard as fuck. Wrapping my fingers around it, I positioned him.
“Ursula,” he barked.
I sank down with a groan, taking him all the way to the hilt. My head fell back. “Oh fuck.” It had been so long, so fucking long. I started riding him, hard, fast.
His large hands flew up to my hips, his long, rough-skinned fingers gripping me tight. “Slow down,” he growled.
I ignored him. I was a female on a mission.
Real intimacy wasn’t something I could take.
Not after this afternoon. The physical was all I could handle.
His hot skin against mine, his voice, his scent, the feel of him inside me, filling me to my limit.
Planting my hands on his ribs, I swung my hips, riding him harder.
The thrust of his long, thick, perfect cock would be enough to get me off fast, but the piercings, gods, they were doing things to me, massaging the walls of my pussy like nothing else ever had.
A tremor moved through me, and soon I was flat-out shaking.
“Female, slow the fuck down,” he said again, deep and gravelly.
“Make me.” I panted breathlessly.
Silas did an ab curl and hauled me off his cock. I cursed, fighting his hold on me as he planted me on the bed and came down on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. “You want me to make you, hellcat, you got it.”
I gritted my teeth and lifted my hips. “Fuck me, you godsdamn arrogant asshole.”
“Where I was raised, we use manners.”
“Where I was raised, we stab someone for looking at us the wrong way.”
He grinned. “Still, I’ll need the magic words if we’re going to continue.”
“You are such a giant nerd.” How was it that he turned into someone else completely when we were in bed like this?
I wanted to tell him to stick it up his perfect ass, but I needed him to keep fucking me, like right the hell now.
He didn’t move. I sucked in a breath. “Please, Mr. Manners,” I forced out.
His smile slid away, and a dark, delicious hunger filled his eyes. “I’m gonna need you to try that one again.”
My breath shook. “Please, Silas, would you fuck me already,” I said, my voice devoid of all snark now in the face of the glorious darkness staring down at me in those gorgeous eyes.
He cupped my cheek, sliding his thumb over my lower lip. “You’re always beautiful, Urs. There is no other female in existence who compares to you, but like this, fuck, you are…breathtaking.”
Her gaze dipped to my mouth. “Like what?”
“Under my control.”
My pussy spasmed. “I’m under no one’s control.”
“No?”
I shook my head.
He hooked one of my legs around his waist and slid back inside me, no easing in, he filled me to the root and started fucking me slow and deep so my body jolted against the mattress with each thrust. I arched against the bed, a groan rolling from me. He grinned.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about this? About having you under me, begging me to fuck you?” he said, thrusting harder, faster.
I shook my head, I needed him to stop talking like that. I needed him to stop messing with my head. “Don’t,” I gasped out. The waves of pleasure were growing more intense. I was lost to the feel of him moving inside me and hearing him say things like that wasn’t fair.
“Don’t what, hellcat?”
“Stop saying sweet things to me. I don’t need it…I-I don’t w-want it…I don’t fucking believe it, n-not from you,” I said, then groaned.
As soon as the words left my lips, he pulled out, leaving me empty, and slid down the bed.
Gripping my thighs, he buried his mouth between my legs, covering my pussy with his hot mouth and started eating me out like a pro.
I shook harder, a cry bursting from me, my thighs slamming around his head, holding him there.
If it was anyone else, they would have passed out from lack of blood flow, but Silas just moaned against my slick flesh and slid his tongue inside me.
I needed to ease up on the death grip I had on his head, but I couldn’t do it.
I whimpered and churned my hips, rubbing my pussy against his face. “I’m gonna come.”
I never fucking whimpered. Ever.
A moment later, I broke, trembling and crying out. Silas rose up, hooked me around the waist, and slammed his thick, pierced cock back inside me. My cries turned to screams as I clamped down around his cock, coming so hard I was sure I blacked out for a moment.
He grabbed my hands, shoving them over my head and pinning them down, holding me immobile.
No one had ever been able to do that before him.
No one would have dared. Silas was stronger than me, though, and there was no escaping his powerful hold.
The feeling was freeing, and I arched and lifted my hips, fucking him back as he slammed into me.
For some messed-up reason, the feeling of helplessness with him was so exciting that as soon as the waves of my orgasm began to subside, another began to build.
“Oh fuck,” I said and hooked my legs around his hips. “More, please. Oh gods, more, Silas.”
He snarled like a ravenous beast, not some goody-goody angel, and gripped my ass with his free hand, lifting my hips and holding me against him as he fucked me like the world, our world, was about to end.
He slammed into me again, a savage look on his face, his eyes never once leaving me, and I came once more, calling his name. His cock throbbed, pulsing inside me as he came with me, filling me with his hot seed, claiming me as his own.
At least for tonight.