The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate

Chapter 79: Chapter 78: Silas’s Dream 2

Silas took his time undressing her, peeling away each layer of clothing with deliberate slowness. Every inch of newly exposed skin was kissed, licked, worshipped. By the time Eve was fully naked beneath him, she was trembling with need.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his hands running over her body with possessive reverence. "Every fucking inch of you."

He kissed a path down her throat, teeth grazing her pulse point but never biting. Not yet. Not until Cain said she was ready for his mark. The restraint it took was visible in every rigid line of his body, but he held back.

Instead, he focused on mapping her with his mouth. Her collarbones, the valley between her breasts, the sensitive spot just beneath her ribs that made her squirm. He learned what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her back arch off the bed in wordless supplication.

When his mouth finally closed over her nipple, Eve cried out. He sucked hard, teeth scraping the sensitive bud while his hand tormented the other. The dual sensation made her head spin, made the hunger inside her grow teeth.

She reached for his energy again, pulling harder this time. Silas growled against her breast, his hips grinding against her thigh.

"More," he demanded. "Take more from me. I want to feel you drain me."

It was dangerous, feeding like this without Damian or Damon present to pull her back if she took too much. But the dark part of her....the succubi part that was growing stronger every day....didn’t care about danger. It wanted to consume him, to take everything he was offering and demand more.

Her hand fisted in his hair, holding him against her breast as she pulled at his life force. The energy tasted different from his brothers’....darker, more complex, flavored with obsession and devotion that bordered on worship.

He really does love me, she realized with startling clarity. This isn’t just the mate bond. He loves me.

The revelation made something crack inside her chest, and before she could stop herself, she was kissing him again....desperate and hungry and trying to convey without words that she felt it too. Maybe not love yet, but something that could become love if they survived long enough.

Silas seemed to understand. His kiss gentled fractionally even as his body remained taut with need. "I’ve got you," he promised against her lips.

"Whatever happens, whatever comes for us, I’ve got you."

His hand slid between her thighs again, fingers slipping through her wetness. This time when he touched her clit, the pressure was exactly right....firm enough to send sparks shooting up her spine but controlled enough to build the pleasure slowly.

"That’s it," he encouraged as her hips rolled against his hand. "Show me what you need."

Eve was beyond words, beyond thought. Her entire world had narrowed to the feel of his fingers on her clit, inside her, stretching and filling and stroking places that made her vision blur. She fed from him continuously now, their energies twining together in a way that felt almost like the bond Damian and Damon shared with her, but different. More intimate somehow.

Because he’s in my mind, she realized through the haze of pleasure. The dream connection opened something between us.

She could feel his thoughts brushing against hers....not clear enough to read, but present enough to sense. His desire, his devotion, his desperate need to please her. And underneath it all, the steady patience of his wolf, Cain, waiting for the right moment to surge forward and claim.

Soon, Cain’s voice whispered through their connection. She’s almost strong enough. Almost ready.

Silas added another finger, his thumb maintaining steady pressure on her clit. The fullness was delicious, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more, needed him inside her, needed....

"Please," she begged, her nails raking down his back. "I need you. All of you."

"Not yet." His voice was strained but firm. "You’re not coming until I say so."

Eve whimpered in protest, but he just smiled darkly and continued his torment. His fingers worked her relentlessly, building her toward climax only to back off at the last second. Again and again, he brought her to the edge and denied her release.

"Silas," she sobbed, tears of frustration leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"Please, I can’t..."

"You can," he corrected, kissing away her tears with surprising gentleness.

"You’re so much stronger than you think, Eve. You can take anything I give you. Anything my brothers give you. You were made for this."

His fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids. At the same time, his thumb pressed harder against her clit, and Eve screamed.

"Not yet," Silas growled, and somehow....impossibly....she held back. Her body was wound so tight she felt like she might shatter, but she held back because he told her to.

"Good girl," he praised, and the words made her clench around his fingers.

"Such a good girl for me. Now....." His pace increased, fingers fucking her harder, faster, pushing her higher than she’d ever been. "Now you can come.

Come for me, Eve. Let me feel you fall apart."

Permission granted, her orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave. She convulsed around his fingers, her vision whiting out as pleasure ripped through every nerve ending. She felt his energy surge into her at the same moment, doubling the intensity until she couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and his began.

Through it all, Silas watched her with those dark, consuming eyes, memorizing every expression, every sound, every tremor of her body.

When she finally came down, gasping and shaking, he withdrew his fingers slowly. Eve watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth, tasting her with obvious satisfaction.

"Perfect," he murmured. "You’re perfect."

Before she could catch her breath, he was moving down her body. Eve’s eyes widened when she realized his intention.

"Wait, I just....you don’t have to...."

"I want to." Silas settled between her thighs, his hands gripping them and spreading her wide. "I’ve dreamed about this for the past one week now. About tasting you directly instead of smelling you on my brothers’ skin."

His tongue dragged through her folds, and Eve’s back arched off the bed despite her oversensitivity. He groaned against her, the vibration making her whimper.

"So sweet," he muttered, licking her again. "How am I supposed to share you when you taste like this?"

He ate her like a man starving, his tongue delving inside her while his nose pressed against her clit. The obscene sounds filled the room....wet and hungry and utterly depraved. Eve’s hands fisted in the sheets, her body already climbing toward another impossible peak.

How is this possible? she thought dimly. I just came. I shouldn’t be able to....

But she was. Her succubi nature was insatiable, and Silas seemed determined to feed that hunger until they both collapsed.

He added his fingers again, two of them pumping inside her while his mouth focused on her clit. The dual stimulation made her thrash, her thighs trying to close around his head, but he held her open with casual strength.

"Stay still," he ordered against her flesh. "Let me have this."

Eve forced herself to obey, even as every muscle in her body screamed to move. Silas rewarded her compliance by curling his fingers just right, hitting that devastating spot inside her while his tongue circled her clit with maddening precision.

"I can feel you getting close again," he said between licks. "Your pussy is clenching around my fingers, trying to pull them deeper. You want to come again, don’t you?"

"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes, please...."

"Then take what you need from me." His dark eyes met hers over the plane of her body. "Feed from me while you come. I want to feel you drain me."

Eve didn’t need to be told twice. She reached for his energy, pulling hard just as his mouth sealed over her clit and sucked. The combination shattered her completely.

Her second orgasm was somehow more intense than the first, possibly because she was actively feeding while it happened. Silas’s energy poured into her in a rush, dark and potent and flavored with his absolute devotion.

She felt his pleasure as clearly as her own....the satisfaction of finally tasting her, of making her come on his tongue, of giving her what she needed.

When the pleasure finally ebbed, Eve was limp and boneless, completely wrung out. Silas pressed one last kiss to her inner thigh before crawling up her body, positioning himself between her legs.

His cock.....thick and hard and absolutely desperate....pressed against her entrance. Eve’s eyes widened when she realized he was still fully dressed from the waist down, just his erection freed from his sleep pants.

"I’m not going to fuck you again," he said, reading her expression. "Not properly. Not until Cain says you’re ready for my mark."

"But....." She could feel how much he wanted to, feel the restraint it took to hold back.

"But I need something," he finished, grinding against her. "I need to feel you. Need to be inside you, even if just a little."

He pushed forward just an inch, the head of his cock breaching her entrance. They both groaned at the contact.

"Just this," Silas gritted out, his arms shaking with the effort of holding still. "Just the tip. Just enough to feel connected."

He rocked his hips in shallow thrusts, never pushing deeper than those first couple inches. It was torture...for both of them. Eve wanted more, wanted him to drive deep and claim her properly. But something about his restraint, about the way he was denying himself what he desperately wanted because Cain said she wasn’t ready, made her chest ache.

"You can feed from me like this," he panted, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Take what you need. I want you full of my energy even if I can’t fill you with my cock yet."

Eve pulled at his life force as he continued those maddening shallow thrusts.

The energy transfer combined with the friction was enough to build her toward yet another climax, which should have been impossible.

How many times can I come in one night? she wondered distantly.

"As many as I want you to," Silas answered, and she realized she’d sent the thought through their connection. "Your body belongs to me too, Eve. And I plan to worship it until you can’t remember a time before us."

His hips snapped forward slightly harder....still shallow, still controlled, but with more force. The head of his cock dragged against her G-spot with every thrust, sending electricity racing up her spine.

"Come again," he demanded. "Come on just the tip of my cock. Show me how sensitive you are for me."

It was the sheer dominance in his voice that pushed her over. Eve came with a cry, her inner walls clenching around the few inches he’d allowed inside. The sensation of her orgasm made him lose control....just for a second....and he drove deeper before catching himself and pulling back.

But that momentary loss of control triggered his own release. Silas groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, spilling inside her even though he’d clearly meant to pull out. Eve felt the heat of it filling her, and some primitive part of her purred in satisfaction. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Marked, that part whispered. Claimed from the inside.

Silas collapsed beside her, both of them breathing hard. For a long moment, neither spoke.

"That wasn’t supposed to happen," he finally said, though he didn’t sound particularly sorry about it. "I meant to pull out."

"I’m glad you didn’t." Eve turned her head to look at him, finding his dark eyes already on her. "I wanted to feel it."

His hand found hers, their fingers interlacing. "The dream connection....it’s going to happen again. I can feel it. Whatever you did, it opened something between us."

"Is that bad?"

"No." Silas brought their joined hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "It’s perfect. It means part of you is already mine, even before Cain marks you. It means..."

A sound from the doorway made them both freeze.

Damian stood there, arms crossed, his gray eyes unreadable as he took in the scene....Eve naked and thoroughly debauched in Silas’s bed, his brother still partially dressed beside her, evidence of what they’d done still leaking from between her thighs.

"Well," Damian said coolly. "This is interesting."