Sylvan #2
I’ve barely processed the words, and I’m already moving, my alpha acting before my mind. I pull the covers back and bring her under with me, drawing her close, her knees against my chest.
“I... I don’t know what happened.” Her eyes stare at my shoulder. “The second I saw that crowd, what Mags said… my chest felt so tight.”
“I think you had a panic attack.”
She looks up at me. “Thank you for calming me down.”
I need to keep her calm. Keep her mind off the video.
“I used to have them a lot. Panic attacks,” I say.
Her eyes widen like she can’t imagine it.
“Especially when I first joined the army. I wasn’t very good with the others. I upset people very easily. My mum taught me that grounding technique.”
Her knees lower as she shifts a little closer. “Are you and your mum close?”
“We were closer when I was younger. She had me very young, with an alpha I never met. She has a new pack now, with new children.” My fingers trail up and down Revea’s back. “For a long time, it was only me and her.”
“Were you sad when that changed?”
I pause. “I’d joined the army by then, and her pack makes her happy, so no.”
“I guess it was nice to suddenly get siblings.”
“Yes, in a way. But I’m not very good with children. The oldest is eight. They call me uncle rather than brother.
“Aww, Uncle Sylvan.” She smiles, her fingers playing with the fabric of my t-shirt. “I think you’d make a great dad.”
I’ve never imagined myself with children. Ever. But the second Revea says that, I’m picturing it with her. Something in my stomach twists.
I lean closer. “You’ll be an incredible mother.”
Her beautiful smile widens. “Oh yeah?”
I brush my fingers along her cheek. “Do you want that, Revea?” I murmur.
“I...” Her smile drops, eyes racing between mine. “I’ve never really thought about it. It’s always been about the salon, and I’ve never really met anyone I thought I could...” She swallows, her gaze dropping to my lips. “Maybe.”
The urge to kiss and touch Revea is constant, borderline obsessive, so when she leans in slowly, I surge forwards.
She moans into my mouth, and my fingers delve into the waistband of her leggings.
I liked them at first, the way they displayed every delectable curve. But now, as I struggle to find leverage to pull, I hate them.
A soft giggle slows our kiss, and I realise it’s because I’m growling.
“I hate these,” I mumble against her mouth.
“They can stay on,” she murmurs as her lips drag over my jaw, down my throat, making it too hard to concentrate. “But yours can’t.”
My brows pull together as she kisses a path across my collarbones, shifting up until she’s straddling me, her fingers lifting my shirt. I get the hint, pulling it off eagerly, hoping she’ll copy.
I frown when she doesn’t.
But her eyes aren’t on me. Her fingers have stilled over my pectorals, her gaze searching my skin until it finds the scars that tear across my lower stomach, thick, raised trails of silver.
Her fingers graze over one, tracing the raised line softly before she moves again. My breath catches as she lowers, her hot mouth kissing and licking over different sections of skin, making me hiss.
“Take off...” I gasp when her teeth drag over my hip bone and she tugs on my joggers. “…your clothes.”
She ignores me but tugs harder. I comply, lifting up to let her pull them to my shins.
“Now you...” I murmur. My fingers slide up her ribs, but she keeps descending, her hands now inside the waistband of my boxers.
Then those bright eyes flash up to me with a soft smile as she says, “Maybe.”
She yanks again, and my hard cock has barely been freed when her hand is around it, squeezing.
“Fuck, Revea—”
Her grip moves up and down, my groan cut off by her tongue licking the tip. And when she takes me into her mouth, with her eyes locked on mine, I barely stop myself from coming.
The sight of her like this will be permanently etched into my brain.
My hand races to the back of her head, gripping her hair as I groan.
She never looks away as she takes me, her hot mouth like velvet as she lowers all the way.
When I hit the back of her throat, my head falls back on a hiss. “Fuck, omega… you feel… so good.”
My hips lift, desperate to feel more, and she lets me. Lets me thrust up in her mouth while her hand drops to my knot and squeezes.
I growl, filled with sudden images of my knot deep inside her, just like Kaiden. If she can take him, she’ll take me, all of us.
My thrusts speed up with the thought until she gags.
I freeze. Did I hurt her?
I prepare to pull out, but her hand lands on my chest, gaze watery but stern as she pushes me down, pinning me there, her other hand squeezing me harder.
Slowly, her tongue licks her way back up my cock until she’s sucking on the tip, her hand swivelling up and down in firm, languid strokes.
Then she takes me again, all the way, but this time, when I hit the back of her throat, she moans.
That sound makes everything inside me tighten.
Her throat clenches around me on a swallow, one hand on my chest still pinning me down, the other caressing my knot, and when those piercing eyes sweep up to mine—
I come with a sound I don’t think I’ve ever made.
She doesn’t stop taking me, swallowing everything, matching every thrust, her soft sounds prolonging my climax until she’s drained me dry.
“I...” I pause.
I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know words.
I try to catch my breath as she crawls up my body, laying over me. The feel of her weight over my chest is… perfect.
She smiles at me lazily as I try to get my words out.
“Now you...” I tug at her tiny top half-heartedly.
She just laughs.
“Sylvan, this was about you,” she murmurs, kissing my jaw, grazing my bare chest with her fingertips. “I liked seeing you lose control.” She kisses my throat, whispering in my ear, “I like seeing you like this.”
“I’d like to see you naked.”
God, her little giggle as she leans over to capture my mouth is the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
“You’ve seen me naked,” she whispers against my lips.
“Not in person,” I rebuke.
“Hmm, good point...” She leans up on her elbows, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Later.”
“When later?” I kiss her back. “Five minutes? An hour? Tonight?”
“Maybe.” She’s teasing me. That little smirk is a clear indication.
I roll, pinning her beneath me, lips upon her throat as I growl, “Now?”
She’s laughing, trying to squirm away but not really, and my cock is already hard. Again.
This woman…
I grind up against the seam of her leggings, and she stops moving, a soft gasp escaping her—
“Where the fuck did you go? We need you down here.” Luc’s voice sounds in my brain loudly, stilling my movements.
“I’m with Revea in my room,” I shoot back, but now she’s watching me, tilting her head in question. “It’s Luc.”
“We need to deal with this, now.” Kaiden’s voice rumbles with a building bark. “Get down here.”
“Sylvan, is everything okay?”
“No. I was hoping to have you naked and fuck your scent into my mattress, maybe knot you, but now Kaiden is pulling rank and ordering us downstairs.”
She blinks up at me, cheeks turning red. “Wow...” She loops her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as she murmurs, “I think I’d like to see how you fuck someone’s scent into a mattress.”
She slowly kisses me, exploring my mouth with gentle licks of her tongue. I sink back down, into her—
“She’ll still be sore, Sylvan,” Val interrupts, freezing me.
Revea must feel my body tense because she sighs.
“Did he bark at you?” Before I can answer, she lowers her voice. “Want me to bark? Maybe that’ll cancel it out?”
Her fingers crawl up my neck, into my hair.
I groan, tilting my head into her touch.
“I really want you to bark at me again,” I admit, honestly, desperately, making her smile stretch wide.
“But now I’m worried about hurting you. You only took Kaiden’s knot this morning.
I’m sorry I didn’t think about that. Whenever you’re near, I struggle to think clearly. ”
I look away, not liking the pit in my stomach caused by the thought of causing her pain.
Soft fingers pull my face back. “Hey.” Her smile is still there, just a little softer. “I need you to stop apologising, Sylvan. Since we’ve met, all you’ve done is be good to me. Every decision you’ve made has been selfless. Please don’t say sorry anymore.”
Then she leans up and kisses me, and that pit in my gut turns into something lighter.