Chapter 27
Lark
The ride home takes forever. Silas forbade me from touching him while he drove. Something about my safety. How I’m the most precious thing in his life. It was sweet.
Probably. I didn’t really listen. I was too busy wrestling my omega for control. She likes to take over when it comes to the men in this pack, but I want this to be all me.
I want Silas to know that I’m choosing him. Not biology. Not heat. Not my omega pulling me toward the nearest available alpha.
Me. Choosing him.
Because he’s him.
Silas. Big, dominant, protective alpha.
Mine.
The pack house is quiet when we get home. Silas flips on the kitchen lights and tosses his keys on the counter. Then he’s on me. He pulls me into his arms and backs me against the wall, hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.
“Little bird.” His voice is rough.
My pulse jumps. Lust runs straight through me. “Actually,” I say. I slide my leg between his and rock forward, grinding against the thick muscle of his thigh. “I believe we were right about here.”
Silas growls. Then kisses me.
And oh.
My.
God.
Silas is a good kisser. But this kiss?
Jesus.
It’s possessive. Hungry. Barely controlled.
“Upstairs,” I gasp. “Now.”
I grab his hand and take the stairs two at a time, dragging him behind me. We enter through the bedroom.
I tug my shirt from my waistband and pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor. Then I turn to Silas, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt until it hangs open.
His chest is a wall of muscle and black ink. he designs wind over his shoulders and down his ribs, smooth lines and sweeping patterns flowing from one idea into the next. I want to know every single one.
I dart my tongue across a round abstract pattern above his nipple. His muscles flex involuntarily. Yeah. I’m fucking into this.
“Nest.” I tell him. “Now.”
I want him there. Want his whiskey honey scent soaked into my sheets. I want to taste him. I want him to taste me.
I head toward the bathroom that leads to the nest, but when I turn around, Silas hasn’t moved. He’s still standing in the middle of my bedroom. Completely still.
“What’s wrong?” My omega is screaming now, clawing at the inside of my ribs. I won’t be able to hold her back much longer if he doesn’t hurry the fuck up.
“Lark.” His voice is low. Serious.
You’re doing this wrong, my omega accuses.
I ignore her. Because judging by the bulge at the front of his jeans, I’ve done something right.
But he still isn’t moving. A flicker of doubt trickles in.
“Have you changed your mind?” I mean for it to sound casual. Like it’s cool if we don’t do this. Like this was a choice I was making calmly. It comes out as a whine instead.
Goddammit.
Silas drags his hand across his beard. “Little bird, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than I want you.”
That’s all the invitation I need. I stumble toward him.
He catches me easily and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. Then he sits on the edge of the bed with me across his lap. His cock presses against my thigh, so thick and hard that I perfume. Slick floods my panties and seeps through my jeans.
Silas groans. His head drops to my neck. He breathes in once. Twice. Three times. Then he murmurs against my skin.
“I don’t deserve you yet.”
My brain short-circuits. “What are you talking about? Of course you do.”
He shakes his head slowly. “When you asked about Saint tonight, something clicked.” He lifts his head and brushes a kiss across my cheek. I lean into it.
“You won’t be happy, not really, until all your alphas are on board.”
My scattered brain finally connects the dots. He’s talking about Saint. I open my mouth to argue. Then close it again.
He's right. He's completely right and he figured it out before I did.
“But you are one of my alphas,” I say softly. “I need you.”
His lips graze mine. “You have me.” His voice drops lower. “Always.”
He doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean. And god help me, I fucking perfume again. It’s completely out of control now.
Silas shifts beneath me, clearly feeling the damp heat soaking through my jeans.
“So… we can’t be together until Saint gets his head out of his ass?”
A wicked smile curves across Silas’ mouth. “I won’t knot you until I know you’re completely ours.” His hand slides up my spine. “But I won’t let my little bird suffer.”
“So sex… without the knot?” My omega is disappointed, but I can live with this.
Silas chuckles under his breath. “No.” His voice drops to a growl. “When I take you the first time, you’re getting my knot. For now?” His teeth graze my neck. “You’ll have to settle for my mouth.”
Without warning he stands and drops me onto the mattress. He bends immediately, tugging off one shoe, then the other before working open the button on my jeans.
“I’ve wanted this all night,” he growls.
I wiggle my hips as he pulls the pants down my legs.
I kick them off my ankles. I lie there with my legs slightly spread, wearing nothing but my soaked panties and a black push-up bra.
He looms over me, eyes dark as they sweep over my body, taking in every inch.
His scent is all whiskey now and I’m drunk on it.
“Graham’s name for you is perfect.” His thumb brushes my jaw. “You’re beautiful.”
I reach for him and he immediately complies, kneeling on the bed before crawling over my body. He’s still wearing his jeans, but at some point his shirt disappeared. I don’t remember when.
His thick chest is hard against mine. I wrap my arms around him.
“Not tonight, darling.” He pulls my arms above my head, pinning them to the bed. “I need a little more control tonight. Trust me?”
I do. Completely.
I nod my head.
He leans over and takes a scarf off the lamp shade, still holding my wrists in place with one, large hand. With tender care, he ties my hands to the headboard. “Too tight?”
I test the scarf. There’s wiggle room. Enough that I could slip free if I really wanted to. I don’t. I won’t.
When he’s satisfied that I’m comfortable, he bends and kisses my mouth. The scruff of his beard sends shivers down my body. Without my hands free, everything feels sharper. I’ve never done this before, but so far, I’m a fan.
Big, big fan.
His mouth trails across my cheek to my neck, then lower to my shoulder, and lower still, to my breast.
“That little shirt of yours drove me crazy tonight.” He kisses the top of one and then the other. “Wanted to rip it off and taste you. Just. Like. This.” He tugs at my bra until my nipples show. Then he latches his delicious mouth over one hard peak and takes the other between his thumb and finger.
I buck, involuntarily. The bindings tighten on my wrists. “Silas. Fuck. That’s—”
He continues until I’m a panting mess.
When I’m trembling with need, he shifts his hips, pulling away just long enough to push my panties to the side. Then he sticks one thick finger inside me, pumping to the rhythm I’ve been setting since he started kissing me.
“So wet, sweet girl. Are you going to come for your alpha?” His breath is hot on my nipple. I gush all over his hand and he moans, then adds another finger.
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel your pussy clamp around my fingers. Give me something to fantasize about when you’re with Graham.”
I buck into his hand. “More,” I gasp.
He slips in a third finger, curling them until they hit just the right spot. His teeth tease my nipple until I want to cry. Every inch of my body is on fire with need for him. I ache to put my arms around him. Pull him close. Wrap my legs around his torso until he’s fucking me.
“I can feel it. Give it up, little bird.” His fingers thrust deeper. “That’s it,” he growls. “Come for daddy.”
That sends me right over the edge. I buck and moan and grind for an embarrassingly long time against his hand.
When the flutters in my core finally start to calm, I open my eyes. Silas is propped on one elbow watching me. When he sees that I’m watching, he pulls his fingers from inside me and holds them to his mouth. He licks every drop of me from his digits.
“Feeling better?”
I bite my lower lip. “Almost.”
“We can’t have that. My girl needs to be satisfied.” His smile is wicked and I’m addicted. “Tell me what you like.”
Should I say it? It’s embarrassing as hell. And definitely not something I ever thought I’d be into.
“I liked when you called yourself daddy.” I stare at the ceiling.
Silas is quiet for exactly one second, then he chuckles. “Well then,” he murmurs. “Daddy will make you feel better.”
My body goes straight back into full need.
Silas crawls down my body and pushes my legs wider. He rubs his palm over my swollen sex before tugging hard at my panties until they pull apart at the seams.
I lift my head and watch him. The look in his eyes is almost feral.
“Do you like caramel, daddy?” I tease.
He growls, then dips his mouth to me. He licks and sucks until I’m screaming. I pull at the bindings, legs tight against his head. After that, everything blurs.
At some point sleep finally drags me under. When I wake several hours later, my wrists have been released, and I’m tucked into Silas’ warm body. His arm is heavy across my waist. His beard is against my hair. The bird earrings are still in my ears.
I don't move. I don't want to.