Page 60 of Soul of the Chaos


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“Want you, mate.”

The growl in my voice made the words sound far more like a command than I meant them to.

A beautiful smile spread over his face as he tilted his neck in deference to my dominant tone until the naked joy was chased by a new thought, like a thundercloud.

“I don’t come alone, kitten,” Silver warned.

I rolled my eyes and huffed. This again? Didn’t his man parts want to explode as much as my lady bits?

The omega was still holding himself up on his arms, looking down at me, determined to gauge whether I was making an informed decision. And that kindness—more than the myriad of selfless things this man had done for me tonight—was so damn sexy I could have screamed.

In my experience, if you indicated to a man you wanted sex, they jumped right in. Not Silver. He was gonna make extra fucking sure I was making the right decision, for the right reasons. Because this man was playing for keeps.

And it made me love him, just that little bit more.

“Mongrel will always be a part of me. He’s my mate,” he went one, running a distracted hand through his blond hair and tussling it every which way in his distress. “I mean, you both are. I love you both, just. Sometimes the Goddess gives us more than one, you know? Fuck. I’m not explaining this right.”

His fear that what he had to say might drive a wedge between us was palpable as he yanked the collar of his shirt aside and showed me that circular set of scars, sitting just below the join of his neck and shoulder. I shivered at the sight, imagining a twin set—branded deep into my own skin— one from each of these men. My mates.

“Silver,” I murmured, cupping his cheeks with both hands and making my sweet omega look me in the eye. “I’m in. I’m here for all of this.”

I grabbed the collar and crushed his chest to mine. My tongue swept over that claim mark, flickering over the ridges of skin. Tasting the smooth scars and the unbroken flesh which pebbled with goosebumps at my touch.

“Make me yours.”

He didn’t even wait for the words to leave my mouth before he tore his shirt over his head and tossed it toward the chair. Finally.

His body pressed down on mine and my mind fogged again. Lust roared back to life. I couldn’t breathe without his lips on mine. I had to taste him, to feel all that bare skin against my own naked flesh. I took his lips with mine, biting and licking at the fullness of his bottom lip until his tongue came out to play.

We tangled in a battle to see who could get the other undressed faster, who would uncover more flesh without breaking our frantic kiss. When we finally had to separate to get the rest of my shirt over my head, we were both naked. My bra hung haphazardly over a bedside lamp and my jeans clung for all they were worth to one ankle. I kicked them away impatiently.

“You’re beautiful.” Silver kissed down my face to my throat, licking a stripe up one side of my neck like a promise. “Gonna taste you everywhere.”

“What’s holding you up, honey?” I bit my bottom lip and watched him leave licking kisses down the center of my chest. His lips were hot on my bare skin. My fingers found their way into his messy blond locks and twisted in their soft depths. “I’m yours, aren’t I?”

“Not yet,” he replied, his teeth scraping over the tip of my pebbled nipple. “But you will be. I’m going to sink my teeth in you while you writhe in pleasure on my cock.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groaned, tugging harder on his locks. “Yes to all of that.”

I reached over to the bedside table and yanked the top drawer open, feeling blindly inside. It was time to get to it. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been. I was done with the foreplay, as sweet as it had been.

“What you looking for, kitten?” Moaning as his hand snuck between us to my core. “Fuck, sweetheart. You're so wet, we ain’t gonna need lube.”

To punctuate his point, he slipped a lazy finger through my folds. The calloused tip found my clit and circled the hood.

“Don’t stop.”

I arched my back to chase more of that beautiful friction, but he pulled his fingers away, licking them clean as I watched.

“You taste like candy, kitten,” he growled.

The way he watched me, our eyes locked as his tongue lapped at his fingers was too much.

“Fuck me, Silver,” I snapped.

To get my point across, I reached between us to wrap my hand around that gorgeous cock. Thick enough that I could just reach my fingers around him, but long and curved in such a way that I knew Silver would hit me in all the right spots. I placed him at my entrance, and as he pushed forward, I remembered what I had been looking for.

“Wait,” I ground out with a groan. He froze, looking at me with concern rolling off his skin in waves as he shuddered with the effort of remaining still. “Condom.”

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