Free Web NovelChapter 94: Chapter 93: Silas’s Obsession
Eve woke slowly, awareness returning in fragmented pieces.
Warmth surrounding her. A solid chest against her back. Strong arms wrapped around her waist. And...
Her breath caught as the sensation registered fully.
She was filled. Completely, perfectly filled.
"Shh," Silas’s voice rumbled against her ear, low and soothing. "Don’t tense up. Just feel it."
Eve’s eyes flew open, her mind scrambling to make sense of her position. She was sitting on Silas’s lap in his chair....the one he used to watch them from....her back pressed to his chest, her legs spread over his thighs. And his cock was buried deep inside her, thick and hard and impossibly present.
"Silas?" Her voice came out breathless, confused. "What....when did....?"
"You were sleeping," he murmured, his lips brushing her shoulder. "Looked so peaceful curled up between my brothers. But I couldn’t wait anymore. Couldn’t spend another moment not inside you."
His hips rocked gently, a shallow thrust that made Eve gasp. He wasn’t thrusting into her, wasn’t fucking her roughly. Just... filling her. Keeping himself buried deep while she slowly woke to the reality of being claimed.
"So I carried you here," Silas continued, his voice a dark purr. "To my chair. Where I’ve spent days watching you with Damian and Damon. Watching them touch you, fuck you, make you scream. Always watching and never taking."
Another slow thrust, deeper this time. Eve’s hands gripped his forearms, her body instinctively trying to adjust to the intrusion even as her mind reeled.
"I undressed you carefully," Silas went on, his breath hot against her neck. "Spread your beautiful thighs. And slid inside while you were still dreaming. Do you know what you did?"
Eve shook her head, unable to form words.
"You moaned my name." His teeth grazed her shoulder. "Still asleep, still lost in dreams, and you moaned my name. Like even unconscious, some part of you knew it was me. Knew you were mine."
"Silas...." Eve gasped as he thrust again, still maddeningly slow. "This is....you can’t just...."
"Can’t just what?" He nipped her earlobe. "Can’t claim my mate while she sleeps? Can’t take what’s mine? You’re wrong, little mate. I can do whatever I want with you. Especially after being denied for so long."
His hand slid up her body to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple with the same torturous slowness he was using to fuck her. "Besides, you’re awake now. And you’re not telling me to stop."
He was right. Eve wasn’t telling him to stop. Despite the unconventional wake-up call, despite the boundary he’d crossed, her body was responding with enthusiasm. Her pussy was slick around him, welcoming each slow thrust, clenching to keep him deep.
"That’s because you want this as much as I do," Silas continued, somehow reading her thoughts through their connection. "Want to be claimed. Want to be filled. Want to be mine."
"I am yours," Eve breathed. "I never stopped being yours."
"No," Silas agreed, his voice roughening. "But you’ve been afraid of me. Of Cain. Keeping distance between us even though it hurts us both. I’m done with that distance, Eve. Done pretending I can stay away. Done letting fear control us."
He thrust harder....not rough, but deeper, more purposeful. "So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck you in this chair where I’ve watched and wanted and waited. I’m going to make you come on my cock. And you’re going to scream my name....not Damian’s, not Damon’s, and definitely not Cain’s. Mine. Just mine."
Eve’s head fell back against his shoulder as he established a rhythm.....slow, deep, devastating. Each thrust filled her completely, the angle making him hit spots inside her that sent sparks racing up her spine.
"Do you know how many nights I’ve sat in this chair?" Silas asked conversationally, as if he wasn’t currently buried balls-deep inside her. "How many times I’ve watched Damian edge you for hours, watched Damon make you scream, watched you come apart for them while I sat here hard and aching and desperate?"
His free hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding her clit and circling with maddening lightness. "Every time you came, I felt it through our bond. Felt your pleasure like it was my own. But it wasn’t enough. Never enough. Because I wasn’t the one making you feel that way."
"You are now," Eve gasped, her hips starting to rock against him, seeking more friction, more speed, more everything.
"Not yet," Silas corrected, stilling her movements with his hands on her hips. "We’re doing this my way. Slow. Deep. Until you’re so desperate for release you’d promise me anything."
He resumed his torturous pace, each thrust deliberate and controlled. His fingers on her clit matched the rhythm....not enough to push her toward orgasm, just enough to keep her hovering in a state of constant arousal.
"This is what I wanted to do that first night," Silas confessed, his voice low and rough. "When you were still just the masked dancer, still pretending to be someone else. I wanted to pull you into my lap, slide inside you, and fuck you so slowly you forgot your own name."
Another deep thrust made Eve whimper. "Silas, please....."
"Please what?" He nipped her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. "Please fuck you faster? Please make you come? Please stop torturing you?"
"Yes," Eve sobbed. "All of it. Any of it."
"No." The single word was absolute. "You made me wait, little mate. Made me sit in this chair night after night, watching, wanting, denied. Now it’s your turn to wait. Your turn to want. Your turn to be denied."
His hand left her clit to grip her throat.....not squeezing, just holding, a possessive collar of flesh and bone. "And you’re going to take it. Going to sit on my cock and let me fuck you exactly how I want for as long as I want. Aren’t you?"
Through their connection, Eve felt his determination, his stubborn refusal to be rushed or denied any longer. This was Silas asserting himself, claiming his place, refusing to be the brother who waited and watched while the others took what they wanted.
"Yes," Eve whispered. "I’ll take it. Whatever you give me."
"Good girl." Silas’s approval flowed through their bond like honey. "Now let me hear you say it. Who do you belong to right now?"
"You," Eve gasped as he thrust particularly deep. "I belong to you."
"Say my name."
"Silas. I belong to Silas."
"Again." His fingers returned to her clit, circling faster now. "Louder. I want my brothers to hear it."
"I belong to Silas!" Eve’s voice rose, echoing off the walls. "I’m his. Only his right now."
"That’s right." Silas’s control was starting to crack, his thrusts becoming slightly faster, slightly harder. "And when you come.....and you will come, little mate, I’m going to make sure of that....who are you going to scream for?"
"You," Eve promised, her body coiling tighter with each thrust. "Only you. I’ll scream your name so loud the whole estate hears it."
"Damn right you will." Silas’s hand tightened fractionally on her throat. "Because I’ve earned it. Earned you. Waited for you. Fought for you. Even fought against Cain to keep you safe." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
His rhythm increased, still controlled but more purposeful now. "Do you know what that cost me? Fighting my own wolf? Denying the most fundamental part of myself because claiming you too soon might hurt you?"
"Silas...." Eve’s voice broke as pleasure built to unbearable levels.
"I love you," Silas said roughly, and the confession hit Eve like a physical blow. "I’ve loved you since before I knew what love was. Loved you when you were just a masked dancer. Loved you when you were dying in that sick bed. Loved you through every transformation, every power surge, every moment of fear."
His thrusts became harder, deeper, more desperate. "And I’m done hiding it. Done pretending I’m not completely obsessed with you. Done letting Cain be the only one who’s honest about how badly we need you."
"I love you too," Eve gasped, the words torn from her throat. "I love you, Silas. I love—oh god....."
"That’s it." Silas’s fingers worked her clit with devastating precision. "Come for me, little mate. Come on my cock and show me you’re mine. Show me you love me as much as I love you."
Eve’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She screamed...."SILAS!"—exactly as he’d demanded, her inner walls clamping down on him like a vice as pleasure ripped through every nerve ending.
"Yes," Silas growled, his own control shattering. "Fuck yes, just like that. Scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good."
He fucked her through it, prolonging her orgasm, each thrust sending fresh waves of pleasure cascading through her body. When his own release hit him, he buried himself as deep as possible and came with a roar that rivaled hers.
The energy transfer was intense.....more intense than with his brothers because of their dream-walking connection. Eve felt Silas’s love, his obsession, his absolute devotion flowing into her along with his power. It was overwhelming and perfect and exactly what she needed.
When they finally stilled, both panting and trembling, Silas kept her in his lap, kept himself buried inside her, his arms wrapped around her like he never wanted to let go.
"Mine," he murmured against her neck.
"Yours," Eve agreed, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Always yours."
