CHAPTER 24

Silas

I might be drunk asa lord, and this could very easily be some illusion that evil twin wanker of mine conjured to fuck with a weak, desperate mind, but bugger it! I'd happily fall into this trap over and over again if I got to hear this heavenly creature's sweet confession. I'd gleefully join Lilith's sultry circle of Hell, skipping and whistling a jovial tune, just to kiss this purple-haired goddess—to hear her barely contained cries of pleasure when my tongue danced across her wet flesh and delved into the softest, warmest parts of her.

Promises spilled from my lips after I tasted her on my fingers, devouring them one by one so she could see how delicious I found her.

I unwittingly vowed that the lad wouldn't know; that I could cast reflective magic so he'd only see the two of us fast asleep—she on the bed and me in the chair beside it. I conveniently left out that sounds were another thing entirely, and if I lost focus, the reflection could flicker and fail. With Nika and my all-consuming worship of her, it wasn't so much a possibility as it was a certainty I'd lose control. And when that happened, the lad would see it all should he break through his drunken sleep.

I had my doubts.

Yuma's pride-and-joy was completely knackered after a three-day journey to get here. He was clearly a lightweight when it came to alcohol. I worried Nika would intervene—the woman was too clever for her own good—or that he'd turn down the challenge, but the lad rose to it like a champ. It was something I admired about Lev, but it made him susceptible to attack.

Had I suggested alcohol to get the lad out of the way? Guilty. Did I regret luring her friend into a drinking game to have my wicked way with her? Not for one fucking second. As a peace offering, I'd teach him a few tricks to keep from being taken advantage of next time. But for tonight, it went perfectly to plan. After watching them together, it was my naughty-boy revenge.

My little rebel's eyes betrayed her desire to believe whatever sorcery I promised. She wanted me, too. It was in the suffering breaths and parted lips; in the struggling pulse and tongue peeking out to wet her lips every chance she got. And fuck me, I was the muppet trying desperately to give her the world if only she'd let me.

I wanted to worship her beautiful scar-riddled body with my hands, my mouth, and my tongue. I was desperate to sink my cock into that wet, hot tightness that never failed to wring me dry. I couldn't wait until we had a moment alone. We might never again. Every day could be the last when Death was chasing her. I'd eagerly go to my grave to give her my soul to collect if it meant keeping her safe. So, some sweet plonker on the couch wasn't going to stop me from having my fill. From having her how I wanted her.

How I needed her.

When I had devoured her mouth and gotten her under me again, Nika licked her lips and stared at me with all the heat of the sun for how quickly it boiled my blood. I might've grabbed myself like a lad with his first stiffy when I thought about what that mouth of hers could do to my cock. The bloody thing never seemed to calm down around the sultry Fae.

How much of my girth and length could she fit into that tiny and unbelievably saucy mouth of hers? Would she know what she was doing, or would she choke on it at first? Would I be the blubbering wanker blowing his load before she'd done a fucking thing at all?

Aye, you're dreaming if you think you won't come the second you have her on her knees, prick seconds from her mouth, and her haunting blue eyes aimed up at you from below, waiting for you to give it to her.

I grabbed myself around the base and swallowed another all-beast sound, the throb of my cock fucking painful thinking about it. Just another warning I wasn't the suave rake I tried to be around this bewitching woman. Probably a good idea not to slap her face with my monster meat puppet and dive into her mouth if I wanted to come out of this night with any pride left.

"Silas..." she moaned, her gem-like eyes straying back over to him.

Clicking my tongue and grumbling again, I refused to lose her to guilt or fear of discovery. Not after she said the only words I wanted to hear.

"I want this, too. I'd...like for you to be mine the same way you claim I'm yours."

I prayed to any god or deity listening that it wasn't a dream or an illusion or something my battered brain concocted to taunt me. And when she dragged me down by the neck and kissed me, her mouth the anchor to a reality I didn't deserve, I couldn't give a bloody fuck if the lad heard what I did to her.

I needed to be inside her.

So, I covered us both with all the bedding I could find while Lev's soft snores filled the room, feet away and lost to dreamland the way I'd planned the second she and him shared smiles and banter. I slid the pretty little thing closer to the headboard and floated down her body, stealing every remaining piece of clothing and tossing them away until she was fully naked underneath me.

Lilith, this woman is beautiful. How anyone could deny such a beauty, such a treat for the eyes, such a marvel the world didn't deserve is anyone's guess.

My hand ghosted across her flesh, mesmerized by her shape, committing it to fucking memory because I didn't want to forget a single scar or curve. I wanted to imprint every beautiful, soft, perfect part of her in my head so I never forgot what an undeserving wanker I was.

My little rebel bent her legs and opened herself to me. I groaned low in my throat, so bloody hungry for her it made it hard to think where to touch and kiss first. Have it my way and I'd spend all night having my fill of her. But the adorable wanker ruined pretty much every idea that popped into my head when it came to the lethal beauty under me.

Still, one look between her legs and my lips slanted with mischief. It was clear what we both wanted. I was proper throbbing when her legs spread a little farther apart, inviting me to dinner.

I lifted her by the arse and lowered my head, teasing her wet folds with my tongue before my eyes tracked up, fully adjusted to the darkness in this little world of ours under the blankets. I watched the gorgeous Fae's chest curve away from the bed. Her ribcage poked out and her flexing stomach contracted. It was a gorgeous sight to watch unfold from between her parted thighs, the little rebel clearly waiting for what I'd do next.

Maybe I'm already in Lilith's sultry circle of Hell. No one has ever been this beautiful or delicious to me. How have I spent six-hundred years living without her?

I peppered her moon-white flesh with kisses, watching the muscles dance across her torso. Her nipples firmed to points, and her skin pebbled with gooseflesh. What I did to her was what she did to me, and I couldn't get enough of it.

Barely containing another feral sound sitting in my throat, I bit and sucked the pliant skin inside her thighs, slowly making my way to her wet pussy again. Oh aye, she'd been proper wet when I sunk my fingers into her, but now she was practically dripping and staining the sheets.

My cock pulsed to attention, and I silently rallied, refusing to come in my trousers like a bleeding adolescent before sinking inside her if I could help it. But the smell of her, the thick heady note and glistening wetness, the taste already on my tongue, knowing it was me who made her this way could easily send me over the edge.

But not before I sink my tongue and cock into her delicious wetness, I vowed with my mouth watering.

I slid my hand from her hip to her perfectly soft breast, teasing her hard nipple between my fingers. My little rebel's breathing hitched again, and I dropped my head between her open legs with one last lingering look at her face before licking her wet lips and sucking hard on her clit.

Nika's breathless moan was smothered by her hand, but her eyes jerked over to the slumbering man on the couch. I'd only give her this one look, then I'd punish her for the next one. When our eyes connected, it was clear my little bird knew she was in for it if she looked at him again.

"That's right, little rebel. I'm the only one you see. I'm the only one who gets to have you like this," I growled.

Nika's entire body rippled and tensed, reacting to the possessive note in my voice. A soft moan escaped her lips before she grabbed my hand still on her breast, saying nothing. Of course, she didn't have to. It was all in that heated look of hers.

The runaway Fae knew exactly who she belonged to.

I was her Marked, her Scorned, her Foretold, and tonight under the full moon we'd both vowed it. She was mine, and I was hers. I'd never leave her side again, not unless Death took me—or she collected my black-stained soul.

Making a growling sound against her wet flesh, I watched with satisfaction as the Fae came undone and arched with pleasure. I stroked her with my tongue and lips, swallowing the soft flesh and diving my tongue into her pussy before flicking her clit with my tongue.

Nika's hands twisted in the sheets, her thighs shaking, and her body quivered under the assault of my mouth. I lived for every bloody second. Dragging her closer, I worked her over with the flat of my tongue until she was twisting, arching, and barely aware the blankets were sliding away from her naked body.

When she came again, her delicious taste flooded my mouth, and I drank down every drop, milking her orgasm with my tongue and fingers. She had to push on my head to get me to stop.

I almost didn't.

I wanted to drive her to madness and that second painful-but-terrifyingly-pleasurable orgasm. Unfortunately for me, if I did, we might really wake the lad—and the dead. She could barely smother her voice as it was, and I'd be fucking raging if the lad—or any bastard in her head—ruined this night before I got to sink cock-deep inside of her.

I'll toss them all out and make them wait, the cock-blocking wankers.

Her milky-white body gleamed in the moonlight when I finally hovered over her, tossing the bedding away and positioning her so her back was pressed against my front. My lovely little Soul Collector was still coming off her orgasm, and she complied with every movement. Only the whisper of panting breaths left her lips as she moved onto her side.

Her arm slid up around my neck before she turned her head my way, and I struggled for a second when her soul-stealing eyes connected with mine. Dipping down, I kissed her, finding my home there for several minutes before her fingers laced through my silver hair and tugged.

"Fuck me already, mercenary," she whispered hotly.

I had to close my eyes and clamp my jaw shut to keep from growling my approval. It thundered in my chest but never left my mouth because I refused to wake the lad now that I was so close to sinking inside of her and getting everything I'd dreamed about all day. After worrying over another man. After letting that other man fawn over her, touch her, and I realized I couldn't claim her the way I wanted. But mostly after she proclaimed that, in fact, I could.

Fuck me.

Huffing another suffering breath, afraid of what tomorrow would bring, I took a minute to worship her thighs, her stomach, her curves and tattoos, her scars and torture marks. Then I collected her perky breasts with both hands, squeezing them and rolling them inside my palms.

Nika's breathing changed, and I watched her dark eyelashes paint her cheeks. "Silas..."

Lilith's tit, my name was the sexiest sound she'd ever make.

I'd always hated how much my name, my face, and my past tied me to my brother—one letter away from every sin he and I'd ever committed. But in her sweet voice, my name found redemption. It was painted in color and light, no longer drenched in sin and darkness, and I couldn't hate it anymore.

I laid kisses wherever I could reach before freeing my painful cock from the confines of my pants and aiming it where I'd worshipped her with my mouth only a few minutes ago.

Thanks to magic, contraceptive methods were incredibly easy and nearly fool-proof. I didn't want to worry about a little Silas or Nika darling on the way when we had Death out there waiting for us, and I certainly never wanted to put Nika in any position she didn't want to be in. So, I was grateful we didn't have to worry like Normies and could rely on it anytime, anyplace.

Cerulean magic snaked around both my body and hers before blasting out to reinforce the reflective magic wall I'd built earlier. The mask I wore kept my identity hidden and could sometimes conceal my presence from others not gifted with breaking down defensive magic, but it wouldn't hide my little rebel. It'd expose her to the lad's greedy eyes.

So, this way, if my reflective magic failed, Lev would only get an eyeful of my backside—a full moon the adorable wanker didn't ask for—but he'd never see the beautiful naked goddess in my arms. No one would after today if I had it my way.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pinned her to my chest and thrust my hips forward, sheathing my cock to the hilt inside of her. She tensed, and her mouth fell open, a soft moan escaping before I clapped a hand over it.

"Shh, love," I whispered, her wet heat clenching down so hard on my cock. My voice was thick and gruff the second it did, the battle to keep control one I'd never struggled so hard to win with any other woman. "Wouldn't want to wake the lad, now would we?"

Her glaring eyes slid over to me, and it was a direct hit to my overactive knob. I couldn't get over how good she looked restrained, mouth covered by my hand, naked body pinned hard against mine. The visual was nearly too much to handle. I had to take a minute to calm my raging pulse.

I snapped my hips forward again after retracting slightly, and Nika's hands clamped down on my forearms. Her moans were smothered by my hand as I set the pace, slapping into her harder and faster, desperate to release everything in my sweet rebel's body.

I'd usually opt for slow and sweet, but I didn't have it in me after seeing her smile and coo at another man all day—after she let me claim her the same way she claimed me. I didn't have the fucking control to keep it together. The only pace that existed for us was hard and fast.

Her body ricocheted with every thrust, tensing and muscles straining in the most gorgeous way before she shifted her hips, rolling and swiveling them from side to side to chase her own pleasure.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, thinking over what positions I could have her in but still keep her body a secret. "You're always so bloody tight, love. It's like you were made for just me, yeah?"

Her eyes shut, and her hand found my thigh, nails digging in as I smacked into her over and over, the sounds no longer quiet or controlled. The echo was unhinged much like I'd become over the course of the day. "I'm going to kill you for this later," she whispered after dragging my hand away just enough to speak, her voice cutting over to a moan when my hips hit harder into her. "That magic of yours better work, mercenary."

Oh fuck, I'm going to come.

Sinking my teeth into her shoulder, I smothered a growl and thrust wildly before releasing all that pent up need right into her overwhelming warmth. Still thrusting and pumping out my seed into her, I dropped a hand to her clit and rubbed my fingers over it. My little bird tensed and arched inside my hold before her voice erupted, but its sound was thankfully smothered by my hand. The tight clench of her body on my cock dragged a feral sound from my throat before I heard a voice that wasn't hers.

"What the fuck, Silas. Why's your ass out?" Lev asked, his voice groggy. "Wait...where's Nika?"

Bugger it all.