Page 61 of Hunted By Darkness

“Come now, love. How often does the opportunity to commit sins of the flesh in public arise?” he murmured, already at work on unbuttoning my pants.

I glared at him and smacked his hands away. “Never, if I have anything to do with it.”

“Oh? Shagging me senseless in that underground tunnel and when we were meant to be getting our hands on the Box of Black Souls weren’t public enough for your tastes?” His golden eyes had already become silver. “Naughty.”

“That was different, and you know it.”

“Oh, aye. But you never hesitated for a second, did you, love? You hopped right on my cock like you’d been waiting all your life to do it.” His rough voice taunted me, while his hand teased the waistband of my jeans. “Just thinking about the things you did while dancing on my knob, as if you’d been sent by Lilith herself to torment me, gets me bleeding stiff, it does.”

A blush crept into my cheeks. “You’re an asshole.”

His chuckle was low and guttural. “I’ll be whatever it takes to have my little rebel the way I like.” He bent his head close, putting his mouth next to my ear. “The way she likes too, yeah?”

He drew back with a grin and caged me into the wall with his bulky arms, flexing his biceps when my eyes flicked between them. The moonlight was at his back when he pushed his massive thigh between my legs, keeping me pinned in place.

And I let it happen.

I always did.

“Feels like the first time in ages I’ve had you all to myself. No head-squatting wankers, no wolf bastard, no cute bugger. You better than anyone should know that a greedy bastard like me wouldn’t waste a moment like this.”

My gaze dropped to his mouth, heat coiling in my stomach. “You’re going to do what you want no matter what I say.”

Chuckling like I’d caught him, he cupped one side of my face and his thumb dashed across my lower lip. “See, love. Now you’re getting it.”

My jacket came off first. Then, brushing hair from my neck, Silas leaned down and sucked the place that always put me under his spell. The ticklish sensation of his hand sneaking up my shirt made me squirm, but he bit down on my shoulder and thrust his hips into mine. He was already hard. I could feel the massive length of it pressed against me.

Guess he hadn’t been lying.

His hand went around my throat, and his mouth came down on mine. Our teeth clashed before our tongues. Languid swipes quickly became hungry and demanding lashes. His possessive caress was exactly what I needed to forget everything that loomed over me like a dark cloud. Silas always gave me an escape from the thoughts destroying my carefully crafted calm.

The pressure on my throat eased, his hand taking a quick path down my front before he unzipped my pants. His frustrated grunt when he tried and failed to get his hand inside my pants made me chuckle a little to myself.

“You taking the piss, love? Why are these trousers so bloody tight?” he grumbled, working another angle but still thwarted by a simple pair of jeans.

“To keep perverts out, obviously.”

His eyes narrowed. “There’s more than one pervert you’re keeping out, little rebel? Now you’d better be taking the piss, or I’ll have to make a whole new list.”

Smirking, I slinked back and pressed against the wall. I hooked my thumbs at both sides of my waist and shimmied my tight jeans down to my ankles. “Pretty sure you alone count as more than one, mercenary.”

A wild groan left his mouth as he watched me kick my boots off and toe out of my jeans. After lifting and tossing my shirt off, I yanked on his with a pointed look and come-hither finger. His eager eyes tracked down my half-naked figure before he gave me a little grin. He didn’t waste time pulling his black shirt off and throwing it on the ground like he never wanted to see it again.

I giggled even though I promised myself I wouldn’t. It was hard not to. Silas never hid how much I got to him. How all I needed to say was that I wanted him, and he was mine. Like I said, the man was far from subtle. I never had to guess what he thought about me. It was all there on his face. And if not there, then in the next words he said to me.

Silas’s strong chest rippled with the hungry glance he gave my body. “You better not tease and leave tonight, love, or I’ll hunt you down like prey and have you wherever I find you.” His silver eyes flashed in challenge. “Unless that’s what you want. You want your handsome rogue to chase you, little rebel?”

I shrugged, magic swirling around me. “Depends. Are you the catch and release type?”

His pecs flexed and his jaw tautened, aroused by the mere thought of a new cat and mouse game. “Oh, love. I’m much, much worse. I’m the bastard who’ll catch you, then eat you.”

My pulse thrummed and I shrugged, an excited jolt slicing down my spine. “Well, in that case…”

Without waiting, I was off down the street, my magic powering my steps. I heard the mercenary curse before he gave chase. It’d take a lot to outrun him, but I was up for the challenge. I’d make him work for it tonight. He’d left me to sleep when big decisions were being made. Again.

He deserved it.

The area around the house was mostly abandoned buildings and streets. I wasn’t likely to run into many humans out here, but the odd one here and there would cut through this area or take up residence in one of the abandoned structures. So, just in case, I sent out magic to identify anyone nearby. And when nothing came back, I swiftly fled down one street after another, checking behind me only not to find the beast chasing me. I didn’t sense him anywhere.

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