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“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING on, Sophia?” Silas slammed the door for the office, Ezra’s office I guessed, and grabbed my shoulders. “You need to tell me everything.”
Everything? I couldn’t tell Silas everything that he wanted to know. How would he react if I confessed that my desire to be controlled, bitten, and...seduced by a vampire often outweighed my common sense? He would never understand. No one would.
Except for Viktor.
Silas gave me a small shake, pulling my attention back to his concerned eyes. “Sophia, please. Tell me what’s going on so I can help you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes and Silas immediately pulled me against his chest. His large hand brushed through my hair, soothing the fears racing in my mind. As I let him hold me, I tried to figure out why I was so upset. Was it because I’d been marked? Maybe. Being the target of a city full of vampires wasn’t exactly something I would wish for. Yet, I was used to being in danger most of the time—I was a vampire hunter after all.
Perhaps my tears derived from something deeper. Like the realization that the bite I’d been craving all these years only heightened my inner desires, not cured them. I wanted more and I could do nothing about it.
And it went against every instinct I’d been born with.
“Sophia?” Silas asked as he kissed the top of my head. “Please let me in.”
I raised my head to look at Silas. For all of our time together for both work and pleasure, I’d never seen him so worried. We never talked about emotions or feelings or anything beyond our jobs. We didn’t even know that much about each other—our families, our upbringing, our darkest secrets. And for whatever reason I couldn’t exactly pinpoint, I didn’t feel like I could share the real source of my fear.
However, I did think that there was a way I could make some of that go away right now. With a slight smile, I whispered to Silas, “Kiss me.”
He didn’t hesitate. In one swift move, his warm lips pressed against mine with an urgency I hadn’t felt before. We stood in the middle of the room, tongues moving together in a delicate dance. Silas grabbed the sides of my face in a possessive yet sensual way. He broke free from my lips to brush kisses over my cheeks, neck, and shoulders. The emptiness I felt when he left my mouth caused me to cry out in need. And the moment I let that emotion take over, my bite came alive and a rush of hormones tingled through every inch of my skin.
“What’s wrong?” Silas breathed, pausing to look me in the eyes.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged. The heat pulsating in my blood suddenly turned me into another person. I couldn’t bear to be alone. To not feel his skin pressed against mine would be a slow form of torture. Flipping my head back, I massaged the area on my neck where Sebastian had marked me. While the puncture wounds felt cold to the touch, my fingers ignited another fire deep in my lower body and between my legs. Moaning with anticipated pleasure, my gaze finally locked on Silas’ stunned, and heated expression.
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 move 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.
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