Chapter 28
Junie
Silas is coming undone for me, and it’s a beautiful sight to see. He’s always so strong, so on top of everything, that it’s sometimes hard to imagine he has a soft side.
“You like me being in charge?” I ask.
“No.”
I trace the seam of his cock, and he grits his teeth.
“Yes,” he huffs. “Fuck. Junie.”
“I need these off. Roll over.”
My hand slides out of his pants as he rolls over, and I climb on top of him.
“Wait,” Silas says, grabbing my waist as he sits up. “I want to see you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. It’s not like this is our first time, but this time is different.
As his large hands touch my skin, then my top, I think of him as more than the man I knew yesterday.
Everything between us has changed and will continue to change as I learn what it’s like to be the Luna of a pack, and he learns to…
I don’t know, have a partner again? Not be as grumpy? Learn to let others help?
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks as his hands slowly glide up my torso.
“Looking at you like what?”
“Like you can’t wait for me to fuck you.”
“Is that what my eyes say, Silas? Tell me more.”
I dip my head so he can remove my shirt. He tosses it to the side, and I don’t care where it lands. I won’t be needing it. Not wearing a bra might have been a bit presumptuous, but it’s paying off now.
“You can’t wait for me to take you. Claim you. Bite you.”
His nose runs along the pulse at my neck, and I dig my nails into his back.
“You were made for me, Junie.”
I gasp. “Some might call it fate.”
“Such a fucking brat,” he mumbles into my skin as he nips and sucks and licks. “You are mine.”
“Yes,” I sigh as his hand grips my breast.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cry out as he crashes his lips to mine.
“And I’m yours, my love.”
My heart beats hard, loud and aggressive, as Silas kisses me. I could get used to this. I have him forever. Regardless of where we decide to live, or if we have multiple places to call home, it won’t matter.
He is mine, and I am his, until the end of time.
My mate.
His hand trails down my torso until he finds my clit.
“Fuck, Silas, I can’t—”
“You can.”
“It’s too much. I’m—”
Any thoughts I have are cut off as he dips his fingers inside me, tapping the spot that has me on the verge of tears. I’m moaning his name, begging him to stop and keep going, and slow down, and go faster. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
“You need me?” Silas guesses.
“Ye-yes,” I say. “But…what about…”
“You can take it.” Silas pulls his fingers from me and rubs small circles on my clit. “You’ll be a good girl and take my cock bare, take my knot.”
I nod, even though he didn’t ask me a question.
“You’re perfect for me, Junie. So fucking perfect.”
Silas brings both hands to my waist and lifts me just enough to position the head of his cock at my entrance.
“I’ll let you know before it happens, in case you change your mind. Okay?” Silas asks.
“I won’t change my mind,” I say, trying to keep my tone even.
“I’ll ask. You might. And if you do, we will try again when you’re ready.”
“Okay,” I say.
“But don’t worry, my love, we have plenty of time.”
He helps guide me down his length, going painfully slow. When I try to move faster, he grips me tighter, forcing me to follow his pace.
“I’m taking back charge,” Silas grits. “Need. Control.”
He presses a hand to my back, then flips us over so he’s on top.
“I want to look at you while I fuck you hard.”
With every thrust, the thought that he’s mine forever settles in.
For the longest time, I was married to work. Every day, it was about what my clients needed, not about what I needed. I love baking, I do, but I didn’t realize how much it consumed me until I was here.
When I was able to go back to my roots of why I started baking, as a way to relieve pent-up emotions, it was like a switch inside my head turned on.
Maybe Forever June wasn’t meant to be my forever.
Maybe I needed the universe to shake up my life, to wake me up, and realize that I wasn’t going to find myself when I made no time for anything other than work.
“Silas,” I whimper, knowing what I need now is him.
I need someone who can match my energy, someone who won’t back down from my attitude after a long day. It’s so obvious that I need someone in my life who loves and accepts me, even if I want to spend hours perfecting a goddamn recipe.
Silas presses his body to mine, moving in rhythm. He kisses me softly, then lets his forehead linger against mine.
“I love you,” he says.
My lips part, then falter, searching for words that refuse to come.
Silas grunts. “You don’t have to. It’s okay.”
“That’s not…” I shake my head, then cup his cheek. “I love you, too.”
He presses a soft, lingering kiss to my temple, breathing me in like I’m the only thing he needs to survive. When he lifts his head and meets my gaze, his eyes shine with so much love that it makes my chest tight.
“Fuck, you take me so well, Junie. Look at you.”
“Look at us,” I counter.
Silas moans, and I grip his back, digging my nails into him. I hope I leave marks.
“Such a good girl.”
He presses his mouth to mine.
“I’m—” I moan as he brings a hand between my legs. “I’m close.”
“Don’t come yet.”
“I—”
“Don’t. With me.”
I nod. “Okay. Yes, okay.”
He slides out of me, then pulls at my right shoulder. “Roll over. Let me take you from behind.”
I do as he says, trusting that he knows what will be most comfortable. I lay on my left side. Silas slots behind me and grabs my right leg, moving it to hook behind his thigh.
“You want this, right?”
“I want this,” I confirm.
Slowly, he settles his cock back inside me, and I sigh, loving how full I feel with him.
“Bonding isn’t easily reversed,” he says as he begins to move slowly.
“Tell me more.”
“Bonding is sacred, to be done with your mate. It’s like getting married, except everyone will see my claim on you. No one will question who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I moan.
Silas brings his nose to my pulse and rubs an invisible line. “I’ll bite you. Right here.”
Goosebumps rise on my arms, my neck, my entire body when I hear him say that. I’m extra thankful Fran felt comfortable enough to be open with me; otherwise, I wouldn’t have known about the bite. The knot, yes, that I was prepared for. But I wasn’t aware that biting took place.
“I want it. I want all of it,” I admit, arching my back into him.
He trails a hand between my thighs again, and I tremble at his touch.
“What else?” I ask.
“After I come, my knot will swell. You’ll be locked to me for ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes. An hour. Forever. Yes.”
“I’ll bite you then, leave my mark. No one will ever think about taking you again.”
I shudder. “I want to mark you,” I say quickly, not knowing if that’s even something he wants.
He growls, and I take that as a yes. “Later. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Mark me everywhere.”
Silas brings his hand to my jaw, twisting my head around so he can kiss me. I slide my tongue into his mouth, memorizing every inch of him.
He pulls away. “Last chance, Junie. Fuck. Hurry.”
“Knot me, Silas. Bond with me. Claim me as yours. I am yours.”
Silas nuzzles his mouth next to my pulse. “And I’m yours.”
His teeth pierce my skin as we orgasm, crashing into the deep end. He spills into me, and the pressure from his knot grows.
“Are you okay?” he asks when he pulls his teeth away from me.
“Ye-yes,” I say, my voice shaky, overwhelmed with happiness and the aftermath of the pain from the bite. Silas licks over the wound, then kisses where he bit. “Fuck, Silas, it’s…”
“Yes?” He plants a kiss on my shoulder.
“So good.” I lean my head back, wanting to close any inch separating us. “Is it—” I whimper. “Is it always this good?”
“I hope so, my love.”
“You keep calling me that,” I say, my voice becoming more even as I get used to the swell of his knot.
“Do you not like it?”
“I do.”
Silas chuckles. “You’re still a brat.”
I laugh, but it only makes me moan as my pussy clenches around him. His hands roam my torso, every touch distracting me from the slight pain from where his knot is locked.
This is where I’m meant to be, with him. We will figure everything else out, I know that. But this? Being fated to an Alpha? It wasn’t something I ever knew I wanted, but I needed it.
We breathe as one, letting a comfortable silence fill the air around us. Our bond is locked in place, the string tying us as one stronger than ever.
Suddenly, a voice that’s not my own echoes in my mind.
Hello, my love.
I scream.
“Shh, it’s just me.” Silas rubs my nipple between his fingers, distracting me.
“I know that. I didn’t know that would…”
“You’re Luna now.” He kisses my shoulder. “I’ll have to teach you about protecting your mind from others.” He kisses me again as his knot begins to deflate. “Always keep it open to me.”
“Unless you’re being extra asshole-y that day.”
You do bring out the best in me.
Silas pulls out of me, and I surprise myself with a whimper.
Don’t worry, my love, I’ll fill you up again soon. Give me a few minutes.
I roll over, loving that I get to look at him again.
“I love you.”
Silas smiles, then kisses my forehead.
“I love you.”