by Maggie Walsh
Silas dropped to his knees behind him, then gripped B.B.’s ass cheeks in both hands and began to massage them. B.B. turned his head and dropped his chin to his chest as he enjoyed what Silas was doing to him. Then suddenly, he cried out his pleasure when his cheeks were spread apart and a tongue lapped at his hole.
Holy fucking hell! He had heard of losing one's mind to pleasure before, but had never experienced it, or thought it would ever happen to him. And this... what Silas was doing to him, he knew a lot of gay men did this, but he had never done it before, or had anyone given him this pleasure. He had always been curious but this... this was a billion times more than he had ever imagined it would be.
That very talented tongue swiped over his hole a few times, then rimmed the ring. B.B. thought he would go insane when that same tongue speared into his body and lips pressed firmly against his star. It was as if the man was French kissing his ass, and B.B. never wanted it to end.
He was lost in the moment, his head was floating on a cloud. B.B. had locked his knees as soon as Silas's tongue entered him, afraid they would buckle and give out on him, but now they had started to burn and his legs began to shake.
As Silas added a finger to his play, B.B. fell deeper into his ecstasy. His elbows gave way and he fell to the bed, dropping his head and shoulders to the surface as he panted and moaned. Soon another finger was added and then another. By the third finger B.B. realized there was more to the glide than saliva would allow, and was sure Silas had added slick, but where he had gotten it from, B.B. had no idea.
The stretch was mind-blowing and the attention his mate was giving him was more than any previous lover ever had. B.B. could already tell that Silas was an attentive lover and the realization tugged on his heart. He knew he was already having feelings of love for the man, but in this moment he actually felt himself fall a little.
He fucking actually whimpered when Silas moved away, stopping his euphoria, but then his mate’s solid chest pressed against his back as strong arms wrapped around him. Silas lifted him from the bed and spun him around, then picked him up. The move was done so quickly that B.B. felt dizzy as he hung on to Silas’s shoulders.
His mate then walked around to the side of the bed and pulled the blankets back with one hand, then carefully placed him in the center and onto the soft surface. Silas followed him down and B.B. spread his legs for his mate to settle between them. Their bodies pressed together and B.B. was sure he heard a sizzle. Silas gave him that sexy smile of his and B.B.’s heart fluttered, then he gasped slightly when he thought he saw love shining in Silas’s eyes, but he must have been mistaken, or hopeful, because it was way too soon for that. Wasn’t it?
All thought left as Silas took his lips again in another searing kiss and B.B. wrapped his arms around Silas’s broad shoulders. They began to thrust their hips, their cocks sliding together. The moment was so erotic and had B.B. ready to beg for more.
Silas’s hips moved back and suddenly that nice hard cock aligned itself with his crack and slid up and down the crease, the sensation delicious, and caused shivers to run up his spine. After a few passes, the blunt tip pressed against his hole and B.B. pulled back from the kiss, panting. “I should turn around,” he said breathlessly.
Silas cupped his cheek as he kissed his lips tenderly. “Oh, no you shouldn't, beautiful B.B. I like you just like this, so that I can see your gorgeous face and stare into your mesmerizing eyes. I want to see you. All of you when we join for the first time.”
B.B. was so overwhelmed with emotion that he could feel the burn of tears in the back of his eyes, but he fought to keep them inside. No other lover had ever wanted to see him when they had sex. Every guy he had ever been with, which wasn’t as many as some thought, had him on hands and knees, or bent over something.
Silas wanting to see him and look into his eyes had his heart pounding faster and he could feel himself fall completely for the vampire, the man. Shit, he was in love with this brute and the thought terrified him. Not that B.B. was afraid of Silas, or of them together. No, he was just terrified that he wouldn’t be able to commit himself to Silas and would hurt him. Neanderthal or not, Silas was a good man and deserved better.
Silas’s eyes softened and B.B. could see concern there. His mate’s thumb tenderly moved over his cheek as Silas whispered, “Hey there, sweetheart, why the tears? Did I hurt you, or go too fast? Because, we can stop if that’s what you want.”
Boom. B.B. heard his heart completely fall for this man and it wanted nothing but Silas. Fuck, he was so screwed. He had been so lost in his thoughts and the things Silas was doing to him that B.B. didn’t even realize he was crying.
B.B. wanted Silas so bad, and wanted the man inside him even more, but should he risk it? What if he broke Silas’s heart like his parents broke each other’s? B.B. would never be able to forgive himself. But, one look at those soulful violet eyes and B.B. fell into them. He just wanted to feel Silas inside him, filling him. He realized he might be being selfish, but he couldn’t help the need building. He didn’t just want those things, he needed them like he needed air.
He gave Silas a watery smile and stroked his hands down Silas’s strong back. “No, you didn’t hurt me or move too fast, and I sure as hell don’t want to stop. Just…” he had to swallow back the emotion that was building. He had to feel Silas filling him, but he couldn’t let the man bind them together for eternity. He had to save his mate from a fate worse than death. “I... I want you so damn bad, but…”
“What, beautiful B.B.? You can tell me anything,” Silas promised, as he caressed B.B.’s cheek with his thumb, and looked deep into his eyes.
He swallowed again, then confessed, “I want you so damn bad, but... I don’t know if I’m ready for you to... well... you know?”
Silas gave him a soft smile, then another tender kiss before he replied, “It’s okay, baby. I told you we would go as fast, or as slow, as you wanted. It was all up to you. I understand how overwhelming this mating thing can be for someone not a paranormal, and if you need more time, then I’ll wait. It’s okay.”
Lord, for a man who was such an asshole when they first met, Silas was one of the good guys. No, that wasn’t true, Silas wasn’t trying to be an asshole when they met, B.B. now knew it was the vampire’s way of flirting. A little strange and elementary school, but it was still flirting. And if B.B. were being honest with himself, he liked it. He had also responded in the same way, jabbing, teasing, and insulting. It was fun. Even when they were bickering, or bitching at one another, being with Silas was always fun and the thought brought a smile to his face.
“I want to feel you inside me,” he whispered. It was all he could handle to say in that moment, or risk making a full and completely honest confession, and B.B. just wasn’t prepared to do that right now.
“I don’t want you to think that I don’t want you, or that I’m rejecting you, because I’m not, it’s just―”
“Ssh, baby,” Silas put a finger over B.B’s lips to stop his rambling. “It’s okay, I promise. I understand it may take you some time to get used to the idea of mating and claiming and all of that. Just so long as you don’t tell me to go to hell and that you don’t want me, then we’re all good. I want you too, baby. Just feel what we do together, to one another. Let’s just get lost in the moment and take some pleasure, okay? No pressure.”
B.B. gave Silas an even bigger smile as his heart filled with... no, he would not say that, or think it, but the man was being so understanding and patient, so maybe... No. Just fall back on your usual B.B. and give him a smartass comeback. Yeah, that’s it.
As he opened his mouth, Silas removed his finger and pressed their lips together. The kiss was soft at first, but as he opened for the invasion, it became more. Hotter, deeper, more passionate.
He wrapped his arms over Silas’s shoulders again as he met his mate’s tongue thrust for thrust. The kiss becoming all-consuming and B.B. just wanted to live in the moment. Silas’s hand caressed his
side from rib to hip, then down his thigh. His leg was lifted and B.B. just went with it. The tip of Silas’s cock was at his entrance again and this time B.B. didn’t freak out, or try to stop it, he welcomed it. Bearing down to allow his body to open up for his man, B.B. tightened his grip and waited.
The mushroomed head broke through the outer ring of muscle and B.B. moaned from the slight burning sensation. He loved the burn. His inner muscles relaxed around the pole entering him, the stretch causing shivers of delight. Silas groaned as he slid in deeper, the sound going to B.B.’s cock. He wanted so badly to grip his shaft and start stroking, but he couldn’t release his hold on this man.
The feel of their bodies pressed together and the weight of Silas above him, pressing him down into the mattress, was wonderful. Silas drew his hips back, pulling almost all the way out, then thrust back in until his sac slapped B.B.’s ass.
“Fuck, yes!” B.B. cried out. He had never been so full in his life, or enjoyed a cock so much, as he did the one impaling him right now.
Silas’s cock was big, thick, and heavy, and B.B. could feel every damn inch as it claimed him. No, Silas hadn’t bitten him like everyone told him would be the way he would officially claim B.B. for life, but B.B. felt claimed all the same. In this moment he knew without a doubt that he belonged to Silas. This man had just completely wrecked him for any other man as long as he lived.
“So damn good, baby. You feel so perfect wrapped around me. Like I’m finally home,” Silas said in a husky voice.
Damn it, B.B. couldn’t agree more. Having Silas inside him was coming home. He felt safe, warm, wanted, and loved for the first time in his life. Tears began to roll down his temples, but B.B. didn’t want Silas to see them and stop the mind-blowing pleasure he was experiencing in that moment, so he held onto Silas tight and wiggled his hips, hoping his man would get the message and move.
Silas must have understood, because he pulled his hips back, then thrust forward filling him again, but this time he didn’t stop. Silas found a perfect rhythm, not too quick and not too slow, and each time he pressed deep, Silas pegged his gland causing B.B. to cry out his pleasure.
No other lover had ever taken B.B. to the heights Silas was taking him. His head felt light, his body hummed, and his ass felt totally full for the first time. Then, there was the stamina. Holy fucking hell, could Silas go on. It wasn’t unpleasant in any way. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Silas would slow his movements, frustrating B.B. with chasing his orgasm, then just when he thought he would go insane, Silas would quicken his pace, changing the angle, and B.B. would get completely lost in the pleasure. After a few minutes, Silas would again change the rhythm and angle, and B.B. would see stars. It went on for what seemed like hours, but there was just no way.
Their sweat-soaked bodies slid together, the air escaping their lungs with each pant and moan mingled, and it seemed that all of his senses were heightened, allowing B.B. to experience every little nuance of their coming together. Suddenly, that familiar heat in his lower belly began to build and B.B. knew he was on the edge. Just a little more and he would jump over the cliff into the wonderful abyss.
Silas must have read his mind, because as the thoughts hit his conciousness, Silas moved his head back from the crook in B.B.’s throat, where he had licked and sucked so much B.B. was sure he would have a string of hickeys, and lowered to his right nipple and began to suck and nibble the light brown peak. It was just what B.B. needed to make him fly.
His orgasm raced from him, exploding and shooting between them, coating both their abs. In the next moment, Silas thrust in one more time and stiffened, his body taut, and B.B. felt the heat of Silas’s release fill him. A flutter of thought that they hadn’t used protection crossed his mind, but that thought fled quickly with the sensation of feeling Silas’s cum run from his body. He really did feel claimed.
CHAPTER 6
Silas was a bit apprehensive about the new plan they were about to put into play. They had come to this sick human trafficking auction once already to rescue Atty and had been lucky that plan had worked, but coming back was a risk. Not that he didn’t think the plan would work, or that it was too dangerous, because there was always a small percentage of risk with things like this, but this time that percentage would be higher.
His thoughts went to his amazing mate and Silas smiled. He missed his B.B. when the man wasn’t around, but there was no way he was going to have his precious mate anywhere near these fuckers. B.B understood that it would be too dangerous for him to join them, not just because he was a human, but because this group led by Viscardi had B.B.’s face and profile on the auction site as a future commodity, and there was no way Silas was putting his mate in a position that would help these sick bastards get their hands on his B.B.
Now that he stood back in this hell hole at the marina awaiting another of these sick auctions for sex slaves, Silas was even more relieved that they had left B.B. behind, safe at home with Kalen, as the two watched everything through the camera hidden on Fabian’s sunglasses.
The moment his gaze landed on the older woman who was making her way around the room as if she were taking orders, Silas realized they might be surely fucked before their plan could even take hold. Patrice Lovering, Atticus’s twisted mother, was strolling through the room as a server, but she was looking around, taking everything in and looking like she was in search of something, or someone.
As she got closer to them, Silas quickly let his gaze roam the area hoping to find a place they could move to, but without looking conspicuous. He needed to get himself and Fabian out of her sight before she recognized them and blew their cover.
Not that he was entirely sure that Patrice would cause any trouble, because Silas wasn’t sure if she actually would recognize them from the visit they paid her weeks ago, but he couldn’t take the chance. He cursed low in his throat, the sound escaping his lips would only be audible to those closest to him, meaning Fabian and the others.
They all looked around and he could feel the stress rolling off Fabian’s shoulders just as he too cursed under his breath. Silas instantly turned his head and moved closer to Fabian, pretending to speak quietly to him, but in truth he was hiding his face from Patrice’s perusal.
He sensed the woman’s presence before he saw her, and immediately Silas went on guard. He didn’t care if he blew their cover. If this bitch female tried to hurt any of his family, including Atty, Silas would take her out first and ask questions later.
Then the bitch opened her mouth. “He is a pretty little thing, isn’t he? Is it true that your Mr. Dean paid four million for him?” she asked with a chuckle, as her hand reached out and she placed it on Atticus’ head right next to Fabian’s as she added, “I didn’t realize his hole was worth that much.”
In that moment all hell broke loose. Saber grabbed her wrist and twisted it, bringing her body around to face the front of the room and away from Fabian, as Saber pulled her arm behind her back. Silas moved to stand on Fabian’s other side, so he too was behind Saber and Patrice, and Snow moved to stand before Fabian, as Fabian dropped down on one knee facing Atty, and Jasper called out. “Don’t you dare touch what belongs to Mr. Dean you, vile creature.”
“What is the meaning of this,” Vascardi, the pig that was in charge called out from the stage.
“This... woman, touched Mr. Dean’s pet as she inquired on personal matters. This is unacceptable. Mr. Dean thought his family business was being run by a professional, but with this and what happened at the last auction, you’ll be lucky to draw another breath by the end of the night,” Jasper stated for the whole room to hear.
“Is this true, Patrice?” Viscardi asked, his gaze going to Patrice.
“That’s my At―”
“That’s enough!” Viscardi yelled out. “Guards, escort this woman to the back. If you would all please enjoy your drinks and my slaves, while I attend to this matter. The auction will begin again momentarily.” Viscardi moved from the stage a
nd disappeared through the side door again, leading the way back into the hall as four of his guards moved to them and took Patrice from Saber’s hold. Reluctantly, he released her as he growled deep.
Silas was not happy with this turn of events, and felt a sense of doom wash over him. Something wasn’t right. He could feel that something bad was going to happen.
The minutes ticked by slowly as everyone in the room spoke in whispers. Silas watched as more than half the men in attendance just went on with their business as if nothing had happened. Some grabbed the slaves that were brought in and were forcing themselves on the men and women, while others talked to the men next to them, guessing at what Viscardi had in store for them tonight.
“We should get the hell out of here,” Saber whispered.
“They’ve locked all the doors. We need them to let us out,” Fabian replied.
“We’re vampires. We can just bust the damn things open,” Saber argued.
“True, but then we will definitely lose the upper hand here, and there is no way we will be able to return to shut them down,” Agent Snow replied.
“Let me go back,” Jasper said, and everyone turned to him, looking at him as if he had lost his mind.
“Like hell,” Snow growled. The sound and intensity making him and his brothers all look to Snow with confusion.
“I have been here as representative of Mr. Dean before. I’ve spoken to some of them already. I’ll go to the back and find either Viscardi himself, or his man, Diego, and tell them that Mr. Dean requests to leave. It’ll be fine,” Jasper insisted.
