Chapter 11 Junie
Junie
“You really are a fucking brat. You know that?”
Silas stalks toward me from the middle of the hallway. I uncross my legs and follow his movement, walking backward into my room.
“I’ve been told once or twice.”
The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I fall onto the bed. Silas stands above me, his eyes never leaving mine. There is something looming in his gaze. I can’t read his thoughts, but even though he claims he doesn’t want a relationship, none of his actions seem to go with that.
I lean forward, resting on my elbows, when Silas drops between my legs. He presses a hand to my chest and stops me from moving any further.
“Who said you could touch me?” I ask, a glint of sass in my tone.
Silas moves his palm to my right breast, cupping it over the thin t-shirt that I stole from his room after he left. I regret the moment I moan because Silas’s grin turns menacing.
“Are you still objecting, human? Move to the middle of the bed.”
After I do what he says, he slides his palm down my torso, then dips his hand between the fabric and my skin. His fingers wrap around my hip and grip me tight as he inhales deeply.
“Fuck, Junie. You smell…” He closes his eyes as he takes another deep inhale, the pads of his fingers leaving small dents. A moment later, his eyes fly open, and his gaze meets mine. “Delicious. So goddamn delicious. Like a fucking sugar cookie. Let me taste you.”
“Eh.”
Somehow, he knows I’m bluffing because he trails his other hand to my breast, teasing my nipple, drawing circles around it with his pointer finger. Fuck. It’s almost enough to have me begging him to devour me, lick me, consume me.
“Brat,” Silas growls.
When he removes his hand from my chest, I whimper, somehow already gone for him. Silas watches my features shift as he stabilizes his body with that hand, placing it against mine.
“This is such a bad idea,” I say.
Silas shrugs, taking the hand that was on my hip and lightly trailing a line at the top of my panty line. “When has a one-night stand ever been a good idea?”
I moan as he dips a finger under the material, knowing he’s so close to where I want him. My body betrays me, my back arching into his touch. Silas chuckles at that, a rare sound that I hope I hear more of.
“Maybe I should edge you,” he says. “Make you beg for my touch, then fuck the brat out of you.”
“Sounds like a terrible time.” My breath hitches as I lie through my teeth, knowing that would leave me in shambles and wanting him even more than I do right now. If we decide to move forward with anything tonight, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pretend to resist him.
Do I care, though? After the snow clears, I’m gone, and the odds of seeing Silas again are slim. He’s going to have way more responsibilities and is likely waiting on a mate of his own choosing. He doesn’t want to be with a lowly human who has nothing to give besides measly pastries.
“Hey.” Silas immediately stops what he’s doing and moves up my torso to cup my cheek. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—”
“No, no. I mean, yes, I’m okay.” I grab his wrist to stop him from getting up.
“If you don’t want this, Junie, you need to tell—”
“I—”
“No, let me finish.” Silas traces my jaw with his thumb.
“I don’t want to scare you, and I know neither of us does relationships.
But there’s something different about you.
It’s terrifying that I can’t figure it out.
There hasn’t been anyone like you in my life, Junie, but I need you to know I can’t promise anything. ”
“This is just until the snow clears, I know, Silas.”
He nods, and I find my heart breaking into little pieces.
It doesn’t make sense that this hurts me so much when I barely know him.
We’ve hardly had any time to talk. When we do, it’s mostly arguing or flirtatious banter, and I’m finding it hard to understand why his words feel like tiny daggers to my heart.
It’s not like I expected him to confess how he fell in love at first sight and ask me to stay here forever.
This is temporary. This will only ever be temporary. What else am I going to do while I’m snowed in with one of the only people I’ve ever met who matches my energy? I don’t think I could admit this out loud, but Silas isn’t like anyone I’ve met before, either.
He’s stubborn.
He’s loyal.
He’s possessive.
Bonus points, he’s hot as fuck.
So, why wouldn’t I take advantage of being alone with him? Especially if he’s also struggling with similar things.
“We are just…” I try to find the words, and luckily, he finishes my sentence for me, saying exactly what I meant.
“Fucking to get whatever this is out of our systems?”
“Something like that.” I smile, and he smiles back. It’s the first time he’s smiled my way, and I really like it.
His grin is wide, and his eyes crinkle. It’s a different side of Silas, and the gem around my neck pulses, sending small vibrations throughout my nervous system. It’s warning me that this could lead to something bad.
It’s an odd sense of intuition this necklace gives me.
The gem has helped me avoid some seriously odd relationships in the past, alerting me whenever something felt off.
But normally, I’d be able to sense it and understand.
With Silas? There’s nothing. I’m essentially cliff diving, hoping that I’ll hit the water and survive at the end.
If my intuition is right and ignoring it is dumb, let’s hope it doesn’t end in me hitting the rocks and dying.
Figuratively, of course.
“Is there something on your mind before I resume what I was getting ready to do?” he muses, and my cheeks flush when I remember what he was going to do.
“I, um, is it safe?” My gaze flicks to his pants.
“Is my cock safe?”
I nod.
“I thought you loved knots, Junie.”
I glare at him, and he simply laughs.
“Knotting only happens when you find your fated, and even then, I can control it.”
“Fated as opposed to what? Normal old sex with humans?”
He picks up a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. “And other paranormals, chosen mates, things like that.”
I note his eyes growing distant when he mentions chosen mates, but I decide not to push him. Not yet, at least. He doesn’t owe me anything. This is a means to an end, of course.
“Well, okay, then. So, are we, um, doing this until I leave? Do we need to set rules?” I ask, not knowing how this works. “I’ve never had a multi-night stand, Silas.”
He growls, and I don’t think he meant to.
“You…okay?” I ask.
He grits his teeth. “One rule.”
“Okay?”
“Don’t talk about others. While you’re here, you’re mine. ”