"You're little to me." His voice dropped an octave and something about the expression on his face made her glad she was sitting. Her knees would be knocking together otherwise, she was sure. "And you have curves like a woman ought to. Stick insects do not interest me."
"So, does that mean I interest you?" What made her ask such a bold question she would never know. "I mean, you didn't exactly take advantage earlier—"
His growl in answer stopped her. It rivaled his bear's and sure enough Salis answered in kind. The resulting vibrations to the caravan traveled through the soles of her bare feet—what had she done with her shoes?—up her legs, until they centered in her clit. That little bundle of nerves contracted and a renewed gush of her juices coated the top of her thighs.
Silas inhaled sharply, his nostril flaring and his amber eyes turned golden. She couldn't put it down to a trick of the light this time, and her whole body tightened in anticipation. Her heart raced and her muscles coiled, not in fear, but in recognition.
"You seem awfully hung up on that, Angelique. Would it make you feel better if I told you that your scent is driving me insane? That my cock is so hard I fear I might burst unless I fuck you senseless, and trust me, you're not ready for that or the consequences."
The thin top rail of the chair he was clutching in a white knuckled grip broke and Silas swore under his breath. The coppery scent of blood filled the caravan, and Angelique shot out of her chair, concern for him driving her on.
"Oh no, what have you done? Let me see."
Silas balled his hands into fists and turned away from her, but Angelique could be as headstrong as the next person. She wasn't a teacher for nothing, and right now the stubborn set to his jaw reminded her of the little boys in the class she'd taught until the school's closure had robbed her of the job she'd loved.
"That's far from nothing. Let me see that. You're bleeding."
She tugged on his arms and pulled him over to the sink to wash the blood of his hands, all too aware of his quiet gaze resting on her, as she fussed over him. With the blood washed away only small scratches remained on his large hands, scratches that seemed to close in front of her very eyes.
She dropped his hands in confusion and looked up at him. He stood so close to her that his hot breath tickled the fine hair on her neck, and she barely suppressed a shiver of need. As if to confirm his earlier words the heat and length of his erect cock pressed into her hip, and she drew in a sharp breath.
"I told you it was nothing," he murmured the words into her neck as he dropped his head and sniffed her. His delicious scent intensified and they both groaned in unison.
From somewhere she found her voice. A shaky, need filled, breathy version of her usual cadence but right now she was damn proud of the fact that she could form coherent sentences at all. Whatever was happening between them, whatever this was, whatever he was, it held her in thrall as much as it seemed to have him in its clutches.
"It wasn't nothing," she said. "There was blood and everything. You broke the fucking chair, so don’t take me for a fool. What is going on here? What are you? What is this … this circus? It's not normal is it?" She paused and her stomach hollowed out when his eyes bled from amber to bright yellow and back again and his features grew forbidden. He cocked his head as though he was listening to something only he could hear, and she put her hands on his chest to push him away.
Angelique immediately regretted that move, for his pectorals bunched under her fingertips. His heat seared her hands, and Salis the bear growled and hit the side of the caravan, making her fall into Silas more. His strong arms enclosed her and pulled her closer into his frame, until she was utterly surrounded by his strength, his scent, the very essence of him, and Angelique forgot to breathe. Tingles spread from his skin to hers, delicious arcs of electricity that made her blood fizz with arousal and need.
"Fuck it, I can't fight this."
The growled words trembled through her and his hands were in her hair tilting her head up, and his mouth found hers. Just like before all sense and reason fled Angelique's brain and the needs of her body took over. She opened to his insistent tongue with a sigh, and Silas took charge of the kiss. He groaned when she kissed him back, and she whimpered when his hands slid to her ass and picked her up. The surface of the stainless steel sink was cold under her bare butt, but she only gave it fleeting thought, too caught up in the heat they created between them with just a kiss.
He grunted his approval when she locked her ankles behind his tight ass and rubbed her sodden core against the flies of his jeans. Even through the denim she could feel the heat and hardness of his long, thick cock and she yanked on his shoulders, her fingernails scoring his skin.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue now branding her, possessing every inch of her mouth, until they were as close as two people could be with their clothes still on.
When he finally let her come up for air with a sharp bite to his bottom lip, every cell in her body was singing his name.
"Please … please, I need…" She barely recognized herself in that desperate whisper.
He silenced her with another kiss, and then picked her up and carried her over to the bed. In sharp contrast to his earlier actions, he put her down carefully, almost reverently, and she blinked back tears at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, as he kissed her nose and then stood at the bottom of the bed. He shrugged out of the waistcoat and her mouth went dry at the play of his perfectly formed muscles.
The grin lightening up his ragged features could only be described as sinful, and her fingers itched to trace those bunching ripples. Silas flicked open the buttons of his jeans one by one and she couldn't tear her gaze away from the trail of hair that led down to his emerging cock.
So much better than her imagination and unhindered by any underwear it stood to attention, thick, and proud, its mushroom head glistening with a thick drop of pre-cum that she was desperate to taste.
She crawled along the bed whilst he shrugged out of his jeans and toed his shoes off and he hissed through his teeth when she wrapped her hand around his thick girth, and kissed his wet slit.
His spicy musk called her and she closed her eyes and slid her lips over the head of his dick, taking in as much of him as she could without choking. He was too long to take all of him to she wrapped her other hand around the bottom of his shaft and sucked hard.
His groan trembled through her, and she stepped up her efforts. Licking at his silken shaft, as though he was the sweetest ice cream she cupped his heavy balls, and slid her tongue up and down his cock in rhythmic movements. His thighs tensed and his balls drew tight, and she knew he was close when he grabbed her hair in a tight fisted grasp and started to fuck her mouth in earnest.
All Angelique could do was relax her throat and take all he gave her. Each thrust hit the back of her throat, but instead of panicking as she would have done in the past she reveled in him using her for his pleasure.
"Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good. Take me. All of me… fuck, yes like that."
Salis's roar outside seemed to be an echo of his hoarse words, and they spurred her on to step up her efforts to bring him the ultimate pleasure like he had given it to her earlier. She bopped up and down on his cock in ever-faster movements until she felt him grow bigger still. The thick vein under his dick throbbed and pulsed and then the first thick jets of his semen coated her tongue. She swallowed them eagerly, mindful of his harsh breaths and the iron grip he now had on her head, as his release built and built.
It was only when he grew flaccid in her mouth that she released him and looked up at him with shy smile.
"My turn," he growled the words and Angelique's pussy clenched in heated anticipation of the molten promise in his eyes. For the third time that evening, her world tilted as he pushed her back on the covers with a grin so sinful she was surprised the sheets didn't catch light.
Chapter Three
His whole body tingled with the force of his release, with the rush of a
ffection and the need to possess the woman under him. Her scent called him home. The sweetest aphrodisiac it set light to each and every one of his nerve endings, urging him to make her his.
Ours, brother, ours.
Salis fair roared in his ears, and Silas shook his head unable to block out his twin's thoughts. His skin heated and his jaw ached, as Salis fought him for control to shift into his human state, but he couldn't let him, not now, not here.
If Angelique was to accept them both, and he prayed with every ounce of his consciousness that she would, then it would have to be her choice. Not one forced on her by Salis or wrung from her in a moment of passion. It would be so easy to simply bite her and claim her. She would not resist him, as much in thrall of the bond that drew them together as he was, but he wouldn't, couldn't do that to her.
Already she was too important to him, but he could no more stop himself from fucking her now that he could stop breathing. It would be the only way to get some measure of control, to help him fight Salis's pull on his human body, to enable him to stop the shift that would leave him trapped in the bear form they shared, and unable to explain to her what he needed to keep her safe.
"Silas?" Her worried whisper forced his attention back on her, and he dipped his head to kiss her. The moment their lips touched Salis's hold on him lessened and he drank in the taste and feel of the woman grinding herself into him, as though she wanted to climb into his skin.
"I'm here, little one, I'm here."
She thumped his shoulder in annoyance and he grinned into her neck, before he licked her rapidly beating pulse point. Like a beacon it signaled her need for him, as clearly as her little pants and soft moans into his ear, as he kissed a path along her skin, until he reached the little row of buttons holding her dress together.
Her breath hitched when he undid first one, then the next and so forth, until her dress fell away and her luscious curves were there for him to feast on. Her tits drew him and he palmed the heavy globes and flicked his thumbs over her little hard nipples.
She arched into his touch with a delightful little moan that shot straight to his cock, and he pushed her breasts together to enable him to suck both the wanton little nubs into his mouth.
"Silas … oh god, that feels so good."
He grinned around his precious mouthful and she whimpered when he bit down hard. Her body bowed off the bed, her finger nails once again digging into his skin, and she willingly opened her thighs wide when he abandoned her breasts and kissed his way down to her mound.
Her entire torso flushed with the fine sheen of arousal and she pushed herself into his waiting mouth. Her clit stood proud, the color of her little nub much darker than her surrounding tissues and he blew against that bundle of nerves, coaxing it further out of its little hood. She dug her feet into the mattress and lifted her hips and he grasped her ass cheeks and allowed himself to feast on the bountiful cream coating her bare flesh. No hair hindered his progress, and he lapped at her sweet juices, tunneling his tongue inside her pussy hole.
Her whimpers increased in cadence, the sound so incredibly erotic he was in serious danger of shooting his load there and then, despite his earlier release.
Angelique moaned her denial when he released his hold on her sodden folds with one last, long lick along her slit, from her clit all the way along her labial lips across the soft skin of her perineum to her little puckered hole.
She tensed for a second when he lingered there and then pushed his tongue through the rim of her anus, at the same time as he thrust two fingers into her pussy.
Her internal walls clenched around his digits, and her pleas got louder, the closer she came to her release.
He hummed his approval into her sweet cunt and then stepped up his assault, until she splintered under his fingers and tongue. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers and he wished liked fuck it was his cock she was milking with her satiny walls.
"God, Silas … yes … yes … oh god, I'm coming… Oh." Her whole body went tense and then shook in delightful little quivers. He waited until she grew still and then aligned his cock with her entrance.
"Are you ready for me, little one?" He had to ask. He had to make sure this is what she wanted, even as Salis roared in his ear to take her and to make her theirs.
"Yes, god, yes, please… just fuck me."
****
What on earth was he waiting for now? Barely recovered from another intense orgasm that still had her clit tingling Angelique climbed the rungs of bliss again, as he ran the incredibly hot tip of his cock along her swollen folds repeatedly, until she wanted to scream in frustration.
"Please…"
Their gazes locked and she forgot to breathe as her mind played tricks on her again. Silas's face blurred and merged with the bear whose growls seemed to surround them. The sight should have frightened her senseless, but it had the opposite effect on her. She buried her hands in the bear's fur and found herself touching Silas's silken tresses instead. He sought her mouth in a desperate and hungry kiss at the same time as he pushed home with one hard thrust that sent her body halfway up the bed.
As ready as she was for him, she gasped at the sudden pain of being filled so completely and utterly, and he stilled for a moment to give her room to adjust.
Tears filled her eyes at the intensity of the moment and he kissed them away with murmured endearments. When he began to move again, every slow and measured thrust awakened unused nerve endings and Angelique climbed the delicious rungs of arousal. He was with her in each spiraling step into pleasure, calling her name.
When he added his thumb to her clit, Angelique splintered underneath him, dimly aware of his following her right over into nirvana. His hot seed bathed her womb moments before he bit her shoulder. The sharp pain sent darts of stinging need through her veins and she clamped around his cock, as he went rigid above her, and then swore, and withdrew.
By the time Angelique had her breathing back under control he had rolled off her and she just about caught a glimpse of his retreating ass. Poetry in motion that's what it was and she smiled at the fanciful thought, even as another voice penetrated her mind.
What about me?
She turned round, fully expecting someone else to be in the room, but there was no one there. Even so, she pulled the covers up to her chin. Gooseflesh broke out over her arms and the fine hair on her body stood up.
Sadness enveloped her in a suffocating shroud, and she blinked away tears, she had no recollection of shedding. She hugged her knees to her chest, and winced at the pain in her shoulder. Before she could investigate the source of that pain, Silas was back. The bed dipped and he dropped a kiss on the tender spot in her shoulder. A shudder went through her at the contact, and the sadness of the unknown presence she felt, increased tenfold.
"I'm sorry, little one."
Confused by his apology she turned her head to look at him, and her smile died on her lips. He looked deadly serious and as miserable as wet weekend in Blackpool. Angelique had spent many childhood summers there, her love of animals, and the need to protect them, born from the scenes she'd witnessed. Every summer there had been a visiting circus, until it was stopped by the authorities for its obvious cruelty to animals. The beautiful bear that had been the main attraction had been the one who suffered most at the hands of his owner. Zeus, the bear had been Angelique's favorite. Such a beautiful and sad creature, he'd seemed to talk to her, and only her. As a little girl she'd imagined hearing his pleas in her mind, and when he'd died unexpectedly, sparking a huge investigation into his treatment, she had felt his pain as though as it had been her own.
She hadn't thought about that day in a long time, only the sadness that still seemed to want to claw its way through her being reminded her too much of Zeus all those years ago.
Silas placing a soft, wet, blessedly cool cloth over her shoulder pulled her out of her fanciful notions and she hissed in pain.
"I'm so sorry, Angelique. I never should have bitten you. I have
no excuse." Silas sounded as miserable as the presence clouding her brain, and Angelique shook her head.
"It's okay. I didn't mind. It was kinda hot."
Heat rose in her cheeks at that admission, and his sigh raised the ends of her fringe. She leant closer into him, seeking his warmth and the human contact, and after the tiniest bit of hesitation he framed her face in his hands and rested his forehead against hers.
"I'm glad you think so, but you have no idea what it means, do you? I had no right to claim you like that, none at all."
Anger washed through her, hot, sharp, and breathtaking. It chased the remaining sadness away, and she froze at the words crystallizing in her head as clearly as though the person had been saying them in front of her.
Bullshit. Don’t listen to him for one minute. Tell that idiot brother of mine to release me, so that I can finish this. You're ours. You're the one. Tell him, sweet thing.
There was something so familiar, yet different about that voice and her heartbeat sped up at the wealth of emotion and promise, and the possessiveness of those tones.
"You have a brother?" she asked, and Silas jerked away from her as though she had just bitten him.
Surprise and disbelief registered on his face, and he cocked his head to one side as though he was listening. And he was, because she could hear the words loud and clear too.
Yes, she can hear me. I told you, you dumb head. Now either explain this to her properly or let me shift so I can tell her and show her how it’s really done.
Silas growled. It was a low, feral, animalistic sound that should have sent Angelique scrambling away in horror, especially as once again his features blurred, and merged with those of his bear. Another face showed briefly, similar, yet different to Silas, and Angelique knew instinctively that this one belonged to the deep voice in her head. He smiled at her, softening his harsh, almost cruel features and Angelique stretched out her hand to touch the bearded jaw. The minute her fingertips connected with the surprisingly soft covering, the faces blurred again and Silas looked back at her.
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