I Rejected My Obsessive Werebeast novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

The kiss was deep, almost desperate. I could taste the edge of restraint he‘ d been holding onto the entire drive home. His tongue swept past my lips/ and I made a soft sound against him, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. He was so warm. The kind of heat that sank straight through my clothes and into my skin. And lower–there was no missing how hard he was, pressed against my stomach.

His tail slid around the back of my thigh, the soft fur brushing higher with every restless stroke. I shivered.

When he finally broke the kiss we were both breathing hard. He rested his forehead against mine for a second, then dragged his mouth down the side of my neck. His tongue found the pulse point he always went for Teeth scraped gently. My fingers tightened in his shirt.

“Silas…“He hummed against my throat, the sound almost a growl.

“I know: You’re tired. You just got back.” One large hand slipped under the hem of my blouse, spanning the small of my back. “But I need you. Need to feel you under me. Need to remind myself you’re actually home.”

I tipped my head back and gave him more of my throat. That was answer enough.

He kissed me again while his fingers worked the buttons of my blouse open one by one. Cool air touched my skin. He pulled back just enough to look down, eyes darkening at the black lace. His thumb brushed the upper curve of my breast, slow, almost reverent, before he leaned in and put his mouth there.

“Missed this,” he muttered against my skin. “Missed the way you smell

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when you’ve been gone. Missed the soft sounds you make when I touch you like this.”

The bra came undone with a practiced flick. The second the lace fell away his mouth closed over one nipple–hot, wet, insistent. My head thudded softly against the door. One of my hands found the base of his ear and stroked. The fine fur twitched under my fingers. He made a low, approving sound that vibrated straight through me.

His tail tightened around my thigh and slid higher, slipping under my skirt until the tip brushed the edge of my panties. My breath caught.

Silas lifted his head. Lips glistening. Eyes locked on mine. “Still okay?”

I nodded, voice unsteady. “More than okay”

He dropped to his knees in one smooth motion. Hands pushed my skirt higher is mouth found the soft skin just above the waistband of my panties, kissing, nipping lightly. Then he hooked his fingers into the lace and drew it down. I stepped out of them without being asked He tossed the scrap aside and looked up at me, expression open and starving.

“Hold on to me.”

I did–fingers threading into his dark hair, careful of the ears. He lifted one of my legs and hooked it over his shoulder, opening me to him. The first long drag of his tongue made my free hand brace hard against the door. He worked me with single–minded focus, alternating slow flat strokes with tight circles over the sensitive bud at the top of my folds. Every so often his tail would curl tighter around my standing leg. steadying me as my knees threatened to give.

Then he slid two thick fingers inside me and curled them exactly the way he knew would break me. I came with a broken sound, thighs trembling around his head, the door the only thing keeping me upright.

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Silas eased me down gently. kissed the inside of my thigh, then rose. De wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pulled me into another deep kiss so I could taste myself on his tongue. His hands went to the button of his jeans.

“Bedroom.” he said against my lips. “Or right here. Your choice. But i need to be inside you.”

I reached between us and freed him myself. He was heavy and hot in my hand, already slick at the tip. I stroked him once, twice, watching his eyes flutter and his ears pin back. The soft, low rumble that left his chest was pure tiger.

He didn’t wait. One arm swept under my thighs, the other around my back, and he lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs locked around his waist. The head of his cock nudged against me as he carried me the short distance to the living room, but he didn’t push in yet. Instead he sat on the wide couch with me straddling him, giving me the control to take him at

my own pace.

I sank down slowly. The stretch was familiar and still overwhelming after three days without him. I felt every inch. felt the way his hands flexed on my hips, the way his tail lashed once against the cushions before curling possessively around my calf. When I was fully seated, both of us exhaled.

Silas’s forehead dropped to my shoulder. “Fuck. You feel-” He broke off, hips giving an involuntary upward roll. “So tight.”

I started to move, rising and sinking in a steady rhythm. His hands guided me, but he let me set the pace. Every downward stroke drew a low sound from him. Every time I clenched around him his ears flicked and his grip tightened. I leaned forward, braced my hands on his shoulders, and rolled my hips in the way that always made both of us shudder.

His control frayed. He surged up, flipping us so my back hit the cushions.

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He settled between my thighs, one hand braced beside my head, the other hitching my knee higher against his side. Then he thrust–deep, and controlled

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the quiet apartment. My hands roamed his back, feeling the subtle shift of muscle, the way his tail wrapped around my thigh and held on. He kissed me again, messy and open–mouthed, as his rhythm grew harder. The couch creaked beneath us.

“Look at me,” he rasped.

I did. His eyes were molten gold, pupils blown wide. The stripes on his face stood out sharply. He looked half–wild and completely mine.

“I’m close.” I whispered.

“I know. I can feel you.” He shifted the angle of his hips, grinding against me with every thrust. “Come for me again. Want to feel you.”

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