Page 10 of Shattered Crown

“Let them try,” Thorne growled.

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As the council dispersed,Thorne created a shelter from living branches, drawing Silas inside. The space was small, intimate, lit by phosphorescent moss.

“I need you,” Thorne said simply, already pulling at Silas's clothes.

Silas let himself be guided to the floor, moss and thick roots rising up beneath him to form a soft, warm bed. The air pulsed with magic, faintly humming through the wood and into his spine. He was already slick, his body aching with anticipation, hole wet and wanting. It wasn't new. Not with Thorne. His body remembered this—remembered him.

Thorne’s hands trembled as they moved over his skin, reverent but urgent. He paused only long enough to look at Silas, to really see him, before pushing Silas’s thighs open and settling between them.

“You’ve been waiting,” Thorne murmured, fingers ghosting over the mess between Silas’s legs. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me.”

Silas nodded, lips parted. “Always am, with you.”

That earned him a sound, low and rough in Thorne’s throat. Not quite a laugh. Not quite a moan. Just hunger wrapped in love. He kissed Silas again, deep and slow, even as his fingers worked him open. They didn’t need much. Just enough to tease. Just enough to savor.

The moment Thorne pressed the blunt head of his cock against Silas’s hole, Silas moaned, head tipping back into the moss. His body gave easily, pulling Thorne in inch by inch, until the stretch burned in that perfect way. He was full, completely and utterly, and he never wanted to be anything else.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” Thorne said, his voice rough against Silas’s throat.

Silas’s nails dug into his back, hips already moving. “Don’t make me beg,” he whispered. “Just fuck me.”

The rhythm started slow. Thorne buried himself to the hilt and stayed there for a breathless moment, like he was trying to memorize the feel of it. Then he pulled out just enough to press back in again, grinding his hips down with each slow stroke. Silas clung to him, breath hitching every time Thorne’s cock hit deep, dragging against that spot that made his whole body tremble.

It wasn’t just sex. It was a claiming. A tethering. Every thrust said I’m here, and every moan said don’t leave.

Thorne’s mouth found Silas’s again, sloppy and desperate. His hands kept moving—one braced beside Silas’s head, the other gripping his thigh tight, grounding them both.

“You feel so good,” Thorne said, hips moving faster now. “So fucking good like this.”

“Harder,” Silas gasped. “Please.”

The pace shifted. Thorne drove into him with purpose, cock dragging in and out, slick and messy and perfect. Their bodies slapped together, the sounds sharp in the small hollow, and Silas loved it. Loved the way Thorne filled him, loved the way he lost control, voice cracking as he cursed and groaned and whispered Silas’s name like a prayer.

Every thrust sent heat spiraling up his spine. His cock was hard between them, untouched, leaking against his stomach, but he didn’t care. All he could feel was Thorne inside him, splitting him open in the best way.

“You’re mine,” Thorne growled, biting at Silas’s neck. “This hole, this body—it’s all mine.”

“Yes,” Silas gasped. “Yours. Fuck, I’m yours.”

The words hit something deep inside Thorne. His rhythm stuttered, then turned frantic, his thrusts growing rougher, messier, cock slamming into Silas’s slick hole with enough force to make the branches overhead quiver.

Silas was close. He could feel it building, tight and unbearable. “I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “Thorne—please?—”

“Come for me,” Thorne rasped. “Let me feel you.”

Silas shattered, his orgasm hitting like a wave, soaking his belly, his chest, his soul. He cried out, back arching, body clenching hard around Thorne’s cock.

Thorne cursed, hips jerking as he spilled inside him, cock pulsing deep, filling him with warmth and breathless pleasure. His body collapsed over Silas’s, shaking with the force of it, both of them a tangled, sweaty, glowing mess.

The only sound for a long moment was their breathing. Silas’s heart thundered beneath his ribs, but his mind had gone quiet, like the forest itself was giving them a moment to just exist.

“You okay?” Thorne asked, voice rough, still buried inside him.

Silas nodded, dazed. “Yeah. I just… I needed that.”

Thorne pulled back to look at him, hand cradling the side of his face. “Me too.”

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