Chapter 31

I didn’t expect to spend my night building a fire.

Thank goodness for magic, because without it I probably would have given up after carrying one log. But with feather light spells I’m able to bring everything I want into the woods.

It’s still technically my property, but it’s deep enough you won’t be able to see the fire from my back porch. At least I hope.

It just so happens that I’m in luck with the waning moon. The new moon starts tomorrow, which means this spell has a three-day window, and today happens to be that day.

I scatter the cymbidiums into the growing fire as night takes over. I’ll be able to perform the ceremony in about fifteen minutes. Until then, I stare at the flames and consider everything I’m going to have to do.

Going behind my coven's back isn’t something I would have considered a month ago. But it has to be done.

The truth needs to come out, no matter what it is.

Part of that is denying myself this one thing I want. I’ve waited thirty years for this. What’s a little bit more time?

I groan, hating that I’m being impatient, hating that I want him so badly.

The idea of desiring a man before felt frivolous and kind of disgusting. Men as a whole are rather irrelevant, but Silas is something else. Now here I am performing a ritual on Halloween night to prevent myself from climbing that giant man and experiencing how good he can make me feel. Just like he rationalized the night we kissed, I need to know this is real.

Just as much as Silas can’t let me walk away again, neither can I.

I look up at the stars and the moonless sky and sigh—it’s showtime. I take off my nightgown, tossing it to the side before placing the white pedal of a carnation on my tongue as I hold my hands in the sky and begin the ritual.

The flames are hot and have my naked body dripping with sweat as I perform the ceremony.

You’re supposed to do the chant one-hundred times, which seems excessive, but I’m going to follow it to a T.

I’m at chant eighty-nine when a stick breaks behind me, breaking my concentration.

My head snaps to the side, some of my hair sticking to my neck as glowing amber eyes stare at me. I swallow thickly, unmoving, as the wolf steps toward me.

This isn’t sweet Thorin, who lies on my bed for snuggles or forces me to wear a shirt that smells like him. No, he looks like the true predator he is and it only takes a moment for him to shift back into Silas.

Seeing a naked, slightly sweaty Silas approaching me does not help when I was mid ritual.

His cock is already hard, huge, and different?

I tilt my head to the side, noticing the bulge at the base of his hard shaft. My gaze trickles down to his large muscular thighs and then back to his face. All I see there is hunger.

I don’t know why I do it. Maybe it’s insanity. Maybe I fucked up the ritual. But I do the stupidest thing possible.

I run.

Fallen leaves and twigs fracture under my feet, and my chest heaves as I take each step, knowing I’m not going to get far.

When I turn my head, my hair sticking to my skin, he’s closer than I thought.

Fuck.

My pulse is racing with a mixture of desire, fear, and excitement. He warned me not to run, told me exactly what would happen. I’m either hard-headed or I wanted him to chase.

It’s the latter and I’m more than slightly embarrassed to admit it.

I’m getting more turned on as I circle back toward the fire, the large wolf shifter behind me is chasing me and I’m not even sure he’s going at full speed.

I glance back at him, and nearly trip. Two large arms wrapping behind me, his hard cock pressed against my back as he lifts me off the ground. One hand is secured around my waist as the other wraps around my jaw.

He doesn’t speak right away, no; he licks a line down the side of my neck, up to my ear.

It’s hotter than I ever expected it to be. I never thought licking someone could be so erotic, but wasn’t I just envisioning myself doing the same thing only a few days ago?

I grip his forearm that’s holding me, my nails digging into his skin as he rubs his nose into my hair.

“I can smell how wet you are, little wife. Let me take away the ache.”

A big part of me breaks at that moment. He told me not to run, it clearly brings out a dominant possessive side of him. But I know that if I told him no, if I asked him to walk away, he’d let me.

It’s why I stay and give him the slightest nod.

The sound that leaves Silas is masculine and deep, making my legs shake as he holds me closer to his body. He’s so big and warm, and it’s almost like I’m consumed by him. I’ve never been this turned on, I’ve never wanted to be with someone so desperately.

A little voice in my head is nagging me about the hex. But fuck it. I’ve spent my entire life being cautious. This is the one thing I want, and you know what? I’m going to let myself have it.

“I told you not to run from me, little witch,” he whispers against my ear as he carries me easily over to the fire. “Did you want to be caught? Is this what you need?” he asks, grabbing my breast with his hand and I moan.

“Yes,” I whisper, and he groans.

Silas sets me down on my feet and turns me so I’m facing him. I’m greeted with a direct view of his chest, and he tilts my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Tell me you ran because you wanted this too,” he says, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my cheekbones.

I decide I’m quite tired of him asking me the same question over and over, so instead of a verbal response, I wrap my hand around his cock. Even if I don’t feel particularly confident about my skills, the sound of pleasure that spills out of him has my ego inflating immediately.

His hand wraps around mine, tightening my grip, and I swallow. I avoid the base of his cock, and I’m not really sure how to bring up that situation there, so I ignore it for now.

“I want you, Vi,” he says and I sigh with relief. It’s not another question of consent, which he already fully has.

His hand leaves mine and I swear it shakes as he grabs me by the hip and draws me in for a kiss. I lose all my momentum at that point, and eventually give up. It’s like I can’t think when he’s kissing me.

That same electric energy fills me like it has the other times we’ve kissed and I know without a doubt there’s no turning back. Though, I think deep down, I always knew that.

Silas bends further down, grabbing the back of my thighs to bring me down to the ground. I whisper a quick spell for the grass to be soft and clean as he crawls on top of me, taking in every inch of my body as he does.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he says.

“No. Tell me,” I whisper, as bats flap wildly in my stomach.

He smiles. His body is on top of mine, and I’m eager for it. I’m not afraid.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever dreamed about. The only one I ever wanted this with,” he says, kissing down my neck as his hand squeezes my breast, his thumb toying with the piercing I got on a whim at twenty.

“I haven’t… nevermind,” I say, as his brown eyes meet mine, an over confident smile taking over his face.

Smug bastard.

“Neither have I. Was waiting for you, wife,” he says.

My heart thunders in my chest. No, surely he doesn’t mean what I think he means? My brows furrow and he leans forward, sucking my nipple in between his lips before pulling back.

“Really?” I ask. Maybe it’s because I feel insecure about my situation, but he waited? For me?

He just makes a grunt of acknowledgement as he kisses down my stomach, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he shifts down my body. My breathing is labored in a mix of excitement and nerves.

Silas kisses the apex between my thighs, causing my back to arch. The fire crackles beside us, but all I can hear is my heartbeat. He slides his finger from the top of my pussy, collecting an obscene amount of wetness before sliding two fingers inside of me.

I gasp, and before I have a moment to revel in the sensation, his lips are on me.

Oh, my fucking stars.

Silas goes down on me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. He’s messy with it, not caring about the sounds or any semblance of politeness. I feel devoured in the best way possible.

I thread my hand in his hair, and he groans against my clit, before redoubling his efforts to make me come. His fingertips are digging into my flesh and I find I like the little bite of pain against the pleasure he’s currently bringing me.

He curls his fingers inside of me, sucking down hard on my clit, and I fall apart. Screaming into the night air as he holds my legs, keeping my thighs tightly pressed against his face.

My legs are trembling, my back arched against the ground, as my eyes close in ecstasy.

This is what I’ve been missing all this time. I mean, I’m no stranger to getting myself off, but this is something wholly different. It’s addictive. No, being with Silas is what’s addictive. I can almost guarantee it would never have felt as good with someone else.

He kisses his way back up my body, wiping his mouth off with his forearm, before bracketing me with his big body. I spread my legs wide, making room for him as I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and bring him in for a kiss. The salty but clean taste of me is fresh on his tongue, and it only makes me want him more.

I’ve denied myself happiness for so long; denied myself of having Silas for even longer.

“Please, let me fuck you,” Silas says, his body nearly shaking with an energy I can’t explain. He presses his forehead against mine.

“I want you,” I tell him honestly and hope he understands the double meaning of my words.

He pushes some hair out of my face, cradling the back of my head as he kisses me roughly. His beard is soft against my face, but there’s nothing gentle about the kiss. It’s hard, needy, borderline feral as he dominates my mouth.

His other hand grabs his cock, gliding the tip against my wet entrance as I wait in anticipation. His fingers grip my hair, like he’s searching for some sort of control.

Silas lines his cock with my entrance and slowly pushes in. My head falls back to the sky, but not for long as he tugs my hair, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are glowing brighter than usual as he looks at me.

The noise he makes I can only describe as a masculine whimper as he pushes into me—not all the way.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll work you up to taking my knot. You want it, don’t you?” he asks, his fingers laced in my hair and his cock deep inside of me.

I nod, the motion straining my neck and he smiles, before leaning in and kissing me.

“Do you know how fucking long I’ve thought about what it would feel like being inside of you? Better than I could have imagined,” he says.

He hitches my thigh up, the wetness that was coating his fingers is now sticky on my thigh. It allows him to go deeper. He’s bigger than any toy I’ve used on myself and I embrace the stretch.

I dig my nails into his broad, thick shoulders, and can’t help but to look down, admiring the way we look together.

His abdominal muscles flex, as the hair that trails down his stomach presses into the softness of my skin with each thrust. The dark patch of hair above his length hits my clit with every flex of his hips, and I’m close.

“Silas,” I say his name. I'm not sure if it’s in praise or a forewarning, but he clearly likes his name spilling from my tongue while he’s deep inside of me.

“Make a mess on your m—husband’s cock,” he tells me.

He forces my mouth back to his, kissing me hungrily as he pushes in and out of me, his pelvis rubbing in just the right spot.

“You own me, Violet,” he says, and it has me falling apart, hitting my second peak of the night.

My walls tighten around Silas’ length and he’s moaning with me while I let it ricochet through me.

“Come inside me,” I grate out.

I swear it wasn’t a spell, but it almost feels like it the way he immediately presses harder into me, coming with a curse, and a firm hand tightening in my hair.

He doesn’t pull out right away, and all I can think is this was one-hundred percent worth waiting for.