by Ashlee Sinn
I licked my lips, the cool moisture turning me on in ways it never had before. Silas shifted on his feet, his hands still holding onto my face. “What’s going on with you?” he whispered.
“I just need to feel you right now.”
Not needing another invitation, Silas swallowed my mouth again. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing harder than he ever had before. As his finger tweaked at my nipples, I cried out for him to touch me more. Sucking on his bottom lip, I noticed how the skin around my bite flared with an electrical sensation I’d never felt. The impact of Sebastian’s bite—being marked by a vampire—had ignited something new and feral inside of me.
Silas’ kisses suddenly weren’t enough. I needed more. I needed all of him. Now. I pulled us backward, inching closer to the desk that would give us some options. When the back of my thighs pushed up against the wooden furniture, I grabbed Silas’ face. Lifting his chin, I moved my lips against his neck, a spot I knew he couldn’t resist. Parting my mouth slightly, I let my teeth graze his skin. His moans only encouraged me to continue.
The moisture growing between my legs let me know that this was exactly what I needed right now. A smile grew on the lips I used to nip Silas’ ear. His hands moved to my shoulders, slipping off the straps of my dress just enough for him to free my breasts. Lowering his head, he quickly began to suck on my nipples—moving from one to the other as gracefully as a man with experience could do. Sparks of excitement rippled out from his touch, moans and small cries escaping my mouth with each grace of his teeth.
Running my hands through his hair, I felt each brush of his skin against mine. The dampness left behind from his kisses added an extra jolt of excitement when the cool office air flowed over them. My nipples were hard, sensitive, and alive under his touch. So when Silas stopped sucking on them, I wanted to scream. But he quickly covered my mouth with his own, silencing any protests my body tried to shout.
An instant later, Silas lifted me onto the desk and pushed his hips in between my thighs. Squeezing him tight, I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him closer. He chuckled under my lips, and smiled even more when I lifted his shirt over his head.
“They might hear us,” he said with a devious smirk.
“We can be quiet,” I teased while I licked his lips. He shivered beneath me and another powerful surge of hormones radiated out from my bite.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Silas said the moment he ran his hand up my thigh and began to tweak my clit.
I cried out and then quickly slammed a hand over my mouth, both of us giggling at the chance of being overheard. But my laughter quickly turned into moans of pleasure while Silas worked his competent hands below. I tried to reach forward to return the favor for Silas, but he nudged me out of the way. So I grabbed his ass and squeezed with each flick of his finger. I also lifted my mouth and begged him to find me again. Without saying a word, he understood.
As he kissed me, he slid the small piece of fabric on my panties out of the way to expose my folds. I knew I was wet and the growl that rumbled through him when he felt all of me only added fuel to the fire. Heat, energy, and desires pulsed through every pore, every drop of blood. I knew it wouldn’t take much for Silas to get me to orgasm. Yet I didn’t want any of this to end just yet.
He plunged two fingers inside of me, his thumb running circles over my clit. I needed a release more than I’d ever had before. The fire burned so deep inside, I didn’t think I could control myself any longer. Silas’ tongue darted around inside my mouth in rhythm with the way his fingers moved in and out of me. Controlled. Methodically. Painstakingly slow. The fire would erupt inside of me any time now, and all I wanted him to do was ravage me until I couldn’t feel my legs.
But he never lost control. A third finger slipped inside, flicking back and forth and hitting that spot so many men never knew how to reach. His thumb continued to run circles over my clit, up and down over my moistened folds. Passion burned around my bite and between my legs at the same time—like the bite controlled my libido. For an instant, I pondered that idea. But then I felt the first signs of orgasm and quickly lost all train of thought.
In pulses, the desires I had raced over my skin. From my sex to my feet and all of the way up to my swollen lips, a million tiny explosions claimed my body with a vengeance. I threw my head back, trying not to scream but finding it very hard to do. Silas rubbed through each pulsating movement of my hips, encouraging the orgasm to last even longer. I’d never felt so alive, so free of human constraints as I did in this moment. My darkest secrets could contain me no longer. I wanted more. My bite wanted more.
Without hesitation, I jumped off the desk and rotated our bodies so that Silas was now pressed against the wooden furniture. Stunned, he didn’t know quite what to do. The hand that had been inside of me hung down by his side, his head tilted up in question over my sudden change in roles. I usually wanted Silas to take control over me and show me who was in charge. But now I craved the need to control him. I wanted him writhing under my touch. Screaming my name and wanting no other. Ever.
I wanted to dominate. Direct. Seduce.
Dropping to my knees, I begin to undo Silas’ jeans. First, I unhooked the button and gently brushed my nose over the bulge begging to be released. The feel of his erection against my face sent another sudden rush of blood to my bite and to my core. I gently grabbed the swell between my teeth, moving them up and down in a way that signaled this piece of his body was now mine.
“Sophia,” Silas whispered.
When I looked up, his head faced the ceiling and I knew that he welcomed the role change. This only encouraged me more. Like another person had taken over my body, I moved in ways I never had with him before. Slowly unzipping his pants, I caressed his tight ass while I lowered the jeans to the ground.
Silas like to wear boxer briefs and today he had on a pair of dark blue ones. With my face close to his hardened length, I slid my hands up and down over his thighs, admiring his muscles and teasing myself in the process. He tensed each time my fingers grazed the inside of his legs, his erection shuddering in anticipation. I smiled. Loving the sensation this kind of control brought to me. I lowered his underwear and admired the man in front of me. I’d never wanted to dominate before and now I couldn’t get enough.
I brushed my tongue up and down his length, his soft skin trembling underneath my touch. Small moans rumbled through his body while I licked. Paying special attention to the head, I flicked my tongue back and forth, lips softly sucking on the ridges. Each time he released a small bit of moisture I used it to heighten his sensations even more.
Squeezing my hand firmly over his erection, I began to slowly glide it up and down in time with the movement of my tongue. Silas tightened his muscles, hands digging into the edge of the desk and his knuckles white with tension. “Sophia, I can’t…”
His voice trailed off the moment I took him into my mouth. Power surged from my bite and into my blood. And that power which had this man under my control felt just as exhilarating as the orgasm I’d had moments ago. I wanted more. I wanted to control everything about Silas.
His cock vibrated under my mouth as I sucked and pulled and rubbed like I’d been possessed by another. Even when Silas pushed his hand into the back of my head, encouraging me to go deeper and harder, I relished the feeling. My tongue danced over his shaft, the veins a welcomed change to the smooth skin surrounding them. His dick grew harder with each touch and I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
With a twist of my hair, Silas let out a cry and shuddered under my grasp. Hot liquid filled my mouth, the sensation of his orgasm exciting me like it never had before. As I swallowed, the salty fluid covered my throat and soothed my bite. And as though this power trip was exactly what it wanted, I finally began to feel the cravings subside.
“You’re out of control,” Silas whispered, head still tilted up toward the ceiling. He brushed the hair away from my face without even looking, a small mo
ve that grabbed at my heart.
“I am fully in control,” I replied with a smile.
He shifted on the desk so that he could see me. He appeared so…satisfied and calm. It was a look I’d only seen grace his handsome face a few times before. “I don’t want you to go with him.”
Fun time was over. The serious Silas returned faster than I had hoped he would. With a sigh, I stood and he pulled up his jeans. “I’ll be fine,” I said while tugging my dress back into place.
“I don’t trust him.”
“I know.”
“He’s a vampire.”
I chuckled. “I know.”
“This isn’t funny, Sophia.”
I caught his gaze and tried to give him a reassuring smile. “No, it’s not. But Viktor is the best one to have at my side right now until we can figure out how to remove this mark. Plus,” I stepped forward and grabbed his hands, “I can’t risk putting you in harm’s way.”
“I can take care of myself,” he scoffed.
“So can I.”
The knock at the door had both of us turning at once. The person said nothing, but I knew it had to be Viktor. It was almost as if I could sense his presence when he was nearby. When had that happened?
Silas rested his forehead against mine, drawing my attention back to him. “Please be careful, Sophia. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”
Those words stung. Not because Silas had said them, but because I suspected that something was shifting in our relationship in this moment. We had always been so casual but now…I didn’t know where this was going.
Another knock at the door caused Silas to sigh. “We’ll be right there!” he shouted. I guessed he thought it was Viktor as well.
“It’s only for a little while,” I said, reminding him that I had no intention of letting Viktor watch over me any longer than necessary.
Silas didn’t reply, and instead slipped his hand into mine and walked us to the door.
CHAPTER 3
The moment we stepped back into the empty pub, Viktor visibly reacted. His nostrils flared and his forehead creased up in concentration. Or maybe it was disgust. Either way, he didn’t seem too pleased with whatever he’d observed between Silas and me.
“Where is everyone?” Silas asked, hand still wrapped around mine.
Viktor’s eyes bore into our hands. “Ezra sent them somewhere safe,” Viktor replied coolly.
“And Ezra?” I asked.
“Somewhere safe,” Viktor said.
Silas tensed under my grip. Something about the way Viktor spat those words had us both on edge. I trusted the vampire…at least I think I did. But I didn’t like the attitude I was noticing now.
“Will he contact me?” I asked.
Viktor stared at me a moment before his glared relaxed. “Yes. He said he’d get back in touch with you both tomorrow. But for now, Silas is to lay low and you are to come with me.”
I looked up at an angry and anxious Silas. He ground his jaw together, physically stopping any words from passing his mouth. His arms trembled with tension, fingers digging into mine in a very possessive yet comforting way. Silas cared so much about me. And up until that moment, I never realized how much I needed that.
“Where are you taking her?” Silas asked Viktor.
“It’s better if you don’t know,” Viktor answered with a small twitch of his lips. Was he trying to hide a smile?
“It’s better for you if I do know,” Silas growled.
I placed my free hand on his arm. “I’ll be all right, Silas. Really.”
He looked down at me for a second before wrapping his arms around me. His chin rested on the top of my head and he squeezed hard enough to cause pain. But I didn’t stop him. Viktor shifted, his feet scraping against the painted concrete floor. Impatience didn’t suit him.
“I don’t like this,” Silas whispered into my ear, although I had no doubt Viktor could hear every word.
“It’s only temporary,” I assured him. “Ezra’s resourceful. He’ll figure a way out of this by tomorrow. I’m sure of it.”
Silas lifted my chin in the air so that I could see him. Ignoring the irritated vampire in the corner, Silas brushed his lips against mine in a way that felt so connected and heartfelt that it made my stomach ache. Not ache for more sex, but ache in loss. And love.
“I’ll call you later,” Silas promised before stepping away from me and toward the exit. With a deadly glare directed at Viktor, he said, “She better not have a single thing wrong with her tomorrow. Not one scrape. Not one hair out of place.”
Viktor simply nodded, making the wise decision not to engage. Or instigate. With a final, pleading look in my direction, Silas finally turned and left the pub. Leaving Viktor and me to deal with each other and the incredibly awkward silence.
“How will we lock the bar?” I don’t know why that was the thought to race to the surface of my mind, but I tended to be practical under duress.
Viktor lifted a set of keys out of his jacket pocket and raised a brow. “We should go.”
Ezra had given Viktor his keys. To our secret vampire hunter meeting place. He must have an immense amount of trust for Viktor. More trust than even I wanted to admit I could salvage.
“Where are we going?”
Viktor stepped closer and I held my ground. He sucked in a breath, smelling the air around me. Then, as quick as lightening, he grabbed my face and tilted my head to the side so he could view my bite. I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.
“Did that help?” he asked with an eerily calm voice.
“What?”
“Your encounter with the other hunter.”
I swear Viktor squeezed me a little harder when he thought about Silas. “I don’t understand,” I could barely get the words out with the way my mouth had been reshaped by Viktor’s hand.
“Your little fuck session in the office.” Viktor’s voice frightened me, the anger in it sending warning signals to my natural instincts to fight vampires. He suddenly dropped his arm, freeing up my face once again. “Did it help calm your bite?” he asked in a much more controlled voice.
I rubbed my cheeks and stepped back from him. “Yes. A little,” I finally answered. But as I focused on the bite, another round of excitement flared under my skin. Not enough to make me want to act, but enough to let me know that the bite was still there and continued to control my libido.
Viktor took a deep breath again, his shoulders shuddering when he relaxed a little. With a shake of his head, he started walking toward the door. “Let’s go,” he demanded.
“I’m not a dog,” I spat.
Viktor laughed. Actually laughed like I just told the funniest joke in the world. It only angered me.
I marched over to him and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and look at me. “What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Nothing, Sophia.” He opened the door and gestured for me to go through.
I complied but only because I was anxious to get this night over with and not because he commanded me to do so. Once outside, I asked my question again.
“You are very interesting to me,” he said, completely throwing me off. A slight accent I hadn’t noticed before laced his words.
“Interesting?”
He glanced around the darkened streets, no doubt scouting the area with his superior eyesight. When he deemed it clear, he rested his hand on my lower back and guided me forward. We walked almost a block before he decided to continue. “You are strong-willed, yet highly susceptible to the very creatures you take down.”
“Are you calling yourself a creature?” I intended it to be a teasing question, but Viktor answered me seriously.
“Well, I am something that was created, so by definition, yes, I am a creature.” He paused and looked up toward the sky as though he’d heard something. “We have all been created.”
“You mean vampires?”
He nodded and pulled me across the street. It wa
s late, almost three in the morning now, but still pedestrians could be found. This really was the city that never sleeps.
We continued down one of the main streets for several more blocks. Suddenly feeling tired, I was comfortable with the silence growing between us. It gave me time to think about all of the events that happened tonight. The bite. The vampire hoard. My friends in danger because I let myself get too close to Sebastian. The reason why I got so close to a vampire in the first place.
Silas.
I smiled at the recollection of our brief time together in the office. For as much as I craved something he couldn’t provide, Silas certainly did a decent job at satisfying all of my other needs. And the way he’d looked tonight—so protective and caring—I wondered once again if something had irrevocably changed in our relationship.
“Sophia, you’re doing it again.” Viktor’s sharp tone cut into my peaceful daydream.
“Excuse me?”
“How does your bite feel right now?”
I pressed my fingers against my neck, knowing exactly the spot to touch. When I did, a surge of heat penetrated them and a wave of excitement fluttered in my stomach. “Dammit,” I whispered, annoyed at the control this bite had over my body. I stopped walking and faced Viktor with tears threatening to burst free. “How do I get rid of this?”
He opened his perfectly shaped mouth, words ready to spill out. But then he noticed my eyes, and the tears in them, and snapped his lips together. Once again, he breathed in the air around us. Long and slow. Almost savoring it if the look on his face meant anything. “You really do want to get rid of it, don’t you?” he mused.
“Yes!” I shouted, then thought about his actions. “Did you just…smell me to see if I was telling the truth?”