Page 18 of Their Wicked Dare

His mouth met mine in a needy, desperate kiss as his hips thrust deep. My nails dug into his shoulders as the hoop jerked with each of his movements. I was willing to die if it meant having just one more second of this.

“You feel so fucking good.” He bit my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. “So fucking perfect, pussy clenching around me.” His hips punctuated his words. “Begging for more.”

His words washed over me, adding to the growing tension that pulsed from my core. I let out incoherent sounds as he pushed me closer to the edge. Pleasure climbed higher, and my moans turned to whines as my orgasm stayed just out of reach.

“It’s okay. I know what you need.” Silas reached between us, applying pressure to my aching clit.

My head tipped back, and I arched against his touch.

“Come for me, Gwen.”

As if obeying his command, my release crashed around me, my vision going white with the sheer force of it.

His followed mine. His thrusts turned erratic, and a growl broke free as he shuddered with his release.

He collapsed on top of me, careful to support some of his weight, and placed delicate kisses over my face.

When I finally opened my eyes, I was met with his lazy, unfocused smile.

“You are fucking perfect.”

My eyes burned. Hearing the word perfect on his lips was like coasting to the top of happiness, only to have a yawning ache form beneath my ribs. I desperately wanted to hold on to this feeling, claim it as mine, but this was just a game.

Concern filled his eyes as they searched mine. His smile faded, and I caught his mouth before he could ask what was wrong. For now, I would grasp onto every second and memorize how I felt in that moment.

Silas held me to his chest as he lowered the hoop to the ground. A sense of loss built with every foot we descended. By the time we reached the ground, I’d gotten myself together enough to put on a simple smile.

I wouldn’t let anything taint what had just happened, not even myself.

He helped me with my dress and placed a stabilizing hand on my lower back when I wobbled getting to my feet. I paused, looking at the door, not wanting to leave.

“I don’t want to let you go,” Silas said and brushed my hair off my face, placing a kiss on my forehead. His words settled the unease that had built inside me.

Somehow, knowing that he didn’t want this to stop made it all a little bit easier. His arms came around me in a crushing hug, and the memory of Ronan holding me the same way drifted through my thoughts.

As much as I wanted to stay here, I kept thinking of Ronan waiting for me… of not feeling his lips on mine again.

I tilted my chin up and met Silas’s knowing gaze.

“I guess I have to, don’t I?” he asked, but he didn’t wait for a response. He kissed me until my lungs burned and my toes curled in my shoes. “Just know, I’m only letting you go because I’ll see you again later.”

I was still smiling when I stepped through the flap.

Chapter 6

Playing Nice

I’d gone into Silas’s tent with Dylan’s grip still burning on my wrist. It would have been easy to let my thoughts spiral and drag me back into the past, but Silas had kept my attention on him, on how good he made me feel, until the vicious voice in my head went quiet.

The guide followed me as I made my way back to the dance floor. The crowd had thinned while the second round was underway, but it was filling up again.

I could have stood there all night thinking about what had happened if the girl beside me hadn’t noticed me watching the dancers.

“Looks fun, right?” she asked. She was smiling a little too wide, giddy from the alcohol. “I’m Jenna. We’re in the same class.”

I looked at her more closely, and this time, I recognized her. She and her friends were always laughing together, living with an ease that was hard not to envy. But whenever she caught me looking, she gave me a soft smile, as if inviting me to join them.

“Social 201, right?” I asked, hoping to God I didn’t sound as awkward as I felt.