Chapter 12 Silas
Silas
What am I getting myself into? I’ve never done what Junie called a multi-night stand.
All I know is that when she hinted at being with someone else, my entire soul shredded into a million pieces.
The anger was sudden, as if the thought of anyone touching her was wrong.
Immediately, I wanted to hurt everyone who ever laid a finger on her, regardless of whether it was out of pleasure.
“Mine.” I kiss her mouth, then her chin, moving down her torso. “Also, you’re wearing my shirt.” It’s a well-worn, plain, dark gray shirt.
“It’s comfortable,” Junie muses.
“It’s making you smell like me.”
“That’s good, right?”
I chuckle, my nose hovering over her panty line. “You really don’t know anything about werewolves, do you?”
“I think I need a werewolf 101 class.”
“Hm,” I say, bringing my hands to loop around her waistband. I tug. “Lift your hips for me.”
She complies, and I pull her panties off her legs, tossing them over my shoulder, not caring where they land.
“Well…” I take my pointer finger and drag it above her clit, close enough for her to feel me near where she aches, but not touching her. Not yet. She’s a pain in my ass, and I’m going to have her writhing under me. “Weres are incredibly possessive.”
“I know that already.” Junie hisses in a breath when I blow on her pussy.
She’s so wet and ready for me, I can’t help but inhale her scent, wanting to be wrapped up in it. Vanilla. Cinnamon. Almond. So fucking sweet.
“You might think you know, but it’s nothing compared to experiencing it firsthand. If we are near you, we are touching you. Smelling you. Fucking you.”
My gaze meets Junie’s as I say that last statement, and I slide my finger up her slit. I bring it to my mouth to have a small taste.
“Fuck, Junie. You’re going to be the death of me.”
I slide my finger against her wetness again, but this time I bring it to her mouth. She accepts without question, but the brat bites down on my finger when I pull it out. I bite my bottom lip, still wondering what I did to stumble upon her.
Maybe this is a bad idea.
Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.
It could end horribly, and I know I risk falling for her if she’s here for too long. There’s something about her, clearly, that has me saying ‘fuck it’ to all consequences, even though I’ve only been in her presence for 24 hours. Has it really only been a day?
If I didn’t know she was a human, I’d think she was a witch because I’d swear she has me bewitched.
I don’t want to regret not spending time with her, though. I fear that if I left now, told her this was a mistake, I’d always wonder what would have happened.
“Silas, do I need to make myself come?” Junie’s voice snaps me out of the thoughts in my head.
“Fucking.” I kiss her left inner thigh. “Brat.” I kiss the other. My lips trail down her thigh, and back up and down the other, leaving kisses and marks along the way. I use my hands to spread her legs wider as I tease her.
“Silas…” Junie moans. She reaches for my head, and I let her tug on my hair, wanting to feel how every movement I make has her coming a little more undone. “I swear if you don’t—”
To stop her from continuing to move her hips, I put her out of her misery.
With my tongue flat, I run it from the base of her vagina, up toward her clit.
Over and over again, I lap, enjoying how her breath quickens and her fingers tighten in my hair.
My tongue moves slowly, not wanting this to go too fast.
I want to savor her.
Fucking devour her.
I want to bask in her scent and cover myself in it.
She’s my undoing, and I haven’t even let myself realize it yet.
After a few more licks, I switch to sucking on her clit, pulling it into my mouth, and using my tongue to swirl around it. Her back arches as she yells my name. My hands grip her inner thighs, digging into them like they are going to save me from my current addiction to her scent.
“Fuck, Silas, I’m so close.”
I insert a finger, finding the spot that has her curling her toes and cursing my name. My hips move with me, humping the bed as I eat her out, loving every goddamn minute of it.
Every moan she makes is like a symphony, sending waves of pleasure to my cock. She has no idea what she does to me.
I insert two more fingers, curling them as I thrust them into her.
Her breathing quickens, but I remain at a steady pace, wanting her orgasm to build before she gets a release. A few moments later, her hand releases my hair and moves to cup her breast.
“Silas, I’m coming,” Junie says, out of breath.
Me too.
Her orgasm breaks the surface at the same time I come in my pants. Seeing her come undone because of me is enough to send me over the edge. That’s never happened to me before, but I don’t know if I could have stopped it even if I tried.
Junie moves to sit up on her elbows. “Did you just…?”
I nod.
She chuckles. “That’s the first time this has happened to me.”
“You’ve never had a man so enamored by you that he comes simply from your pleasure?”
Junie shakes her head. “Damn, I’m going to have to up my standards after this.”
I bite the inside of her leg. “What did I say about talking about others, Junie?”
“Mm, something about the more I talk about them, the more possessive you get?”
It’s taking everything in me not to take her and claim her now, force her to stay with me forever, mates be damned. But I know if I were to make any declaration, it’d only be from the horny haze and not what either of us wants.
Besides, her life is in Starview.
My life is… here? Maybe? I haven’t decided where I want my home base to be once I take over the rest of the north. It also depends on which of the other packs I’ll be able to trust to lead their side of the territory, knowing that they wouldn’t try anything against their Alpha.
Junie yawns but reaches for me anyway, and I grasp her wrist and hold it in place.
“No, I’m okay.”
“I can wait a few minutes if you want to, I don’t know, clean up first?” Junie asks, biting her lower lip.
“Can I not take care of you?”
“I—” Junie closes her mouth, and I have my answer. She’s not used to letting others take care of her.
“Tonight was about you.”
“Are you going to throw it in my face tomorrow?” She quirks her brows.
I chuckle and slide off the bed, making my way to the bathroom across the hall to grab a towel to clean up. Before I leave the threshold of her room, I look behind me and say, “Never, Junie.” My tone is sincere, and she must see that because a small smile blooms, and she nods.
After I bring her a washcloth and change my underwear, I’m standing next to her bed as she lies down.
There’s this weird moment where I don’t want to leave, but I should.
Staying with her overnight is something completely different.
It crosses the many lines that are barely there to begin with.
But now that I’ve had the chance to envelop myself in her scent, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay away.
My wolf might make me camp outside her fucking bedroom door, and I don’t want to do that.
Luckily, I don’t have to decide, because as soon as she mutters the question for me to stay, I answer yes without a second thought.