Free Web NovelChapter 78: Chapter 77: Silas’s Dream
Eve jolted awake at 3 AM, her body drenched in sweat that had nothing to do with the temperature, She found herself on the bed not the couch she had being sleeping on before the dream. Somehow one of the brothers had carried her back to bed. Her heart hammered against her ribs as fragmented images flickered through her mind.....Silas’s dark eyes, his hands pinning her wrists, the taste of his skin, the feeling of....
What the hell was that?
She pressed trembling fingers to her temples, trying to piece together what had just happened. It wasn’t a normal dream. It had felt too real, too vivid.
She could still feel the phantom sensation of sheets twisted around her legs, could still smell the scent that was uniquely Silas.....cedar and night air and something darker she couldn’t name.
But that wasn’t the disturbing part.
The disturbing part was that in the dream, she hadn’t been in her own body.
She’d been... experiencing it from his perspective. Feeling what he felt.
Wanting what he wanted.
Oh God.
Eve sat up carefully, checking to make sure she hadn’t disturbed Damian. He slept beside her like a statue, one possessive arm thrown over her waist even in unconsciousness. On her other side, Damon was sprawled out, taking up far more than his share of the bed. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
But Silas’s usual spot....the chair he’d claimed in the corner where he could watch all of them....was empty.
Her stomach dropped.
No. No, it was just a dream. A really weird, really vivid dream.
Except succubi didn’t have normal dreams anymore. Elder Markov had mentioned that during one of his visits, something about how her kind experienced the dream realm differently. She’d been too overwhelmed learning about energy manipulation and enthrallment to pay much attention.
Now she wished she’d listened.
Eve carefully extracted herself from Damian’s grip, holding her breath when he stirred but didn’t wake. She needed to check on Silas, needed to confirm that what she’d experienced was just her imagination running wild and not....
Not me accidentally invading his dreams.
The hallway was dark, but her succubi vision had improved enough that she could navigate easily. Silas’s bedroom was at the end of the corridor, the door slightly ajar. A sliver of light escaped from within.
Her feet moved before her brain could talk her out of it.
She pushed the door open slowly, wincing when it creaked. The sight that greeted her made her breath catch.
Silas sat on the edge of his bed, shirtless, his head in his hands. The muscles of his back were rigid with tension, his breathing harsh and uneven. The sheets were tangled around his legs, and even from the doorway, she could see the evidence of what had woken him....the obvious bulge straining against his sleep pants.
"Silas?" Her voice came out smaller than she intended.
His head snapped up, dark eyes finding hers immediately. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then recognition flickered across his face....recognition and something that looked almost like fear.
"You were there." It wasn’t a question. His voice was rough, scraped raw. "In my dream. That was really you."
Eve’s knees nearly gave out. "I... I didn’t mean to. I don’t even know how...."
"Come here." The command was soft but absolute.
She shouldn’t. She should turn around and run back to the safety of the master bedroom, pretend this never happened, bury it under all the other impossible things she was learning to accept about her new existence.
Instead, her feet carried her forward until she stood directly in front of him.
Silas looked up at her, and the naked vulnerability in his expression made her chest ache. He was always so controlled, so carefully composed. Seeing him undone like this felt forbidden.
"What did you see?" he asked quietly.
Eve’s cheeks burned. "I... I wasn’t trying to spy, I swear. I woke up and it was like I was in your head, experiencing everything you were experiencing. The dream you were having about..." She couldn’t finish the sentence.
"About you." Silas’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist and pulling her closer until she stood between his spread thighs. "I dream about you every night, Eve. Every. Single. Night. Dreams where I can finally claim you the way my wolf is screaming at me to claim you."
His thumb traced circles on the inside of her wrist, right over her pulse point.
"But Cain says you’re not ready. That if I mark you now, before you’re strong enough, it could hurt you. So I wait. And I dream. And apparently now you can invade those dreams and see exactly how much I want you."
Eve’s breath came faster. The hunger that was always present, always simmering just below the surface, flared to life. She’d fed hours ago....Damian had taken her twice before bed, thorough and possessive....but her body didn’t care. It wanted more. It always wanted more.
And standing here, looking down at Silas’s burning eyes and parted lips, feeling the heat radiating from his bare skin, she wanted more too.
"I’m sorry," she whispered. "I didn’t know I could do that. I don’t know how to control it."
"Don’t apologize." His other hand came up to cup her hip, his fingers spanning her waist possessively. "Do you know what it’s like, having you in my head like that? Feeling your presence in the most intimate parts of my consciousness?"
He pulled her forward suddenly, and she stumbled, catching herself with her hands on his shoulders. The contact sent electricity racing through her veins.
"It was perfect," Silas breathed against her stomach, his lips brushing the thin fabric of her sleep shirt. "For a few moments, you weren’t just in my bed in my dreams.....you were in my mind. Connected to me in a way that goes beyond the physical."
His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.
"I’ve been so careful. So fucking controlled. Letting my brothers have you while I sit in that goddamn chair and watch for over a week now, waiting for Cain to finally say that you are ready for the final claim. Fuck! how i want to sink my fangs into your perfect neck and mark you in ways that make you scream"
"Silas...."
"But you came to me tonight." His dark eyes lifted to meet hers, pupils blown wide with desire. "Not your body, but your consciousness. Your dreams found mine. Do you know what that means?"
Eve shook her head, unable to form words.
"It means the bond is deeper than we thought. It means some part of you is already mine, even if I haven’t marked you yet." His hands tightened on her waist. "Tell me you felt it too. Tell me I’m not going insane."
"I felt it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "In the dream, I was you. I felt what you felt. The wanting, the needing..." She swallowed hard. "The love."
Silas made a sound low in his throat....half growl, half groan. "You weren’t supposed to know that yet."
"Know what?"
"That I’m already madly in love with you." He said it simply, like confessing to a crime he had no intention of denying. "Damian’s fighting it, trying to convince himself it’s just the mate bond. Damon’s terrified of it, worried that loving you means losing himself. But I’ve already fallen, Eve. Completely.
Irrevocably."
Her heart stuttered. She’d suspected, maybe, from the way he watched her.
The way his touches lingered just a fraction longer than necessary. The way he spoke to her when his brothers weren’t around....softer, more open.
But hearing him say it out loud was different.
"You can’t love me that much," she protested weakly. "You barely know me."
"I know you’re fierce enough to survive my brothers’ brutality and come back for more. I know you’re loyal enough to sell yourself to save your mother. I know you’re strong enough to handle the truth of what you are without breaking." His hands framed her face, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "I know the sound you make when pleasure overwhelms pain. I know how you taste when you come. I know every expression that crosses your face when you think no one’s watching."
He pulled her down onto his lap, and she went without resistance, straddling his thighs. The evidence of his arousal pressed against her core through the thin layers of fabric between them.
"I know you, Eve," Silas murmured against her lips. "Maybe not everything.
Not yet. But I know enough to be certain that you’re mine. That you were always meant to be mine."
She should pull away. Should remind him that she needed to be careful about feeding, that taking energy from him without the others present could be dangerous. That Cain said she wasn’t ready.
But his words had awakened something hungry and desperate inside her. Something that wanted to be known, to be claimed, to be loved with the same terrifying intensity he was offering. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
"What happens if I do it again?" she asked. "If I slip into your dreams?"
Silas’s smile was dark and full of promise. "Then I’ll make sure to give you something worth dreaming about."
His mouth captured hers before she could respond, kissing her with a desperation that stole her breath. It was different from his brothers....Damian kissed like he was claiming territory, Damon kissed like he was starting a war. But Silas kissed like he was drowning and she was air.
Eve melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair as his tongue invaded her mouth. The hunger rose fast and fierce, her succubi nature demanding satisfaction. She could feel his energy calling to her, dark and rich and intoxicating.
Just a taste, she told herself. Just enough to take the edge off.
She pulled at his energy instinctively, drawing it into herself. Silas groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking up against her. Unlike with other people, where feeding sometimes left them disoriented or weakened, Silas seemed to grow harder, more desperate, more present.
"That’s it," he encouraged roughly. "Take from me. Take whatever you need."
His hands slid under her sleep shirt, palms hot against her bare skin. He mapped every curve, every dip, touching her like he was memorizing her by feel alone. When his thumbs brushed over her nipples, she gasped, breaking the kiss.
"I need....." She couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t articulate the clawing need consuming her.
"I know what you need." Silas lifted her easily, laying her back on his bed. He followed her down, covering her body with his own. "And I’m going to give it to you. But we do this my way."
Eve’s pulse raced. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I’ve spent more than a week watching my brothers fuck you. Learning every way they make you come. Every position that makes you scream. Every touch that makes you beg." His hand slid down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. "I’ve studied you, Eve. And tonight, I’m going to show you exactly what I’ve learned."
His fingers found her already wet and ready, and his sharp inhale told her he was pleased by this discovery.
"So ready for me," he murmured, circling her clit with maddening lightness.
"Always so responsive."
"Please," she whimpered, trying to rock against his hand. She needed more, needed harder, needed....
"No." He pulled his hand away entirely, making her cry out in frustration.
"Tonight, you don’t get to rush. Tonight, I’m going to take you apart piece by piece until you can’t remember where you end and I begin."
"Silas....."
"Trust me," he interrupted, his dark eyes burning into hers. "Can you do that?
Can you trust me to give you what you need?"
Eve’s answer was instinctive and absolute: "Yes."
His smile was devastating. "Good girl."
