Entwined

Silken strains

"SORRY for the delay I HAD A PROBLEM WITH MY COMPUTER"

Cindy's pov.

"What's wrong, wolfie?" Silas asks, as I lie nestled in the crook of his arm, my body still trembling from the bliss he just gave me.

"Nothing. Why are you asking?" I reply, trying to sound casual. But when I glance up, he's already pinning me with that familiar, piercing stare—the one that says he knows something's off.

I roll my eyes and turn my back to him in a weak attempt to escape his gaze, but it's futile. Silas doesn't let things slide. He moves in behind me, spooning closer, his hand curling around my waist, fingers inching lower until his palm rests on the inside of my thigh. I shiver, despite myself.

"So now you're hiding things from me," he whispers in my ear, his voice soft yet dangerous.

I curl up tighter, instinctively trying to create distance, but he follows my every movement, pressing into me.
"I know a stressed wolfie when I see one," he murmurs, lips brushing the back of my neck. I'm biting my knuckles again—a habit I barely notice, but he always does.

When I don't answer, his teeth sink into the crook of my neck—sharp, possessive. I whimper but keep gnawing at my hand, refusing to give in.
"Look at me," he commands, voice velvet and steel as he rubs his face against my neck. His scent overwhelms me, but I stay silent, stubborn.

"Someone's being difficult today. Let's see if I can fix that," he says, lips skimming the sensitive skin behind my ear. A kiss, then another bite, harder this time. I know this game—it's a war of bites, and he's relentless. His fingers slide down, trying to uncurl me. A soft laugh escapes my lips despite myself. He's not making this easy.

"Still not talking?" he asks, amusement lacing his words. When I don't respond, he simply says, "Okay."

Without warning, his teeth close over my right nipple, tugging as he stares up at me, waiting for a reaction. I grit my teeth, refusing to break. He shifts to the other side, biting down again, his eyes never leaving mine. Still, I stay silent.

He moves lower, mouth trailing bites along my stomach, over my love handles, down to my thighs, calves, even my feet. He's testing me, and I'm holding on by a thread.
"Nothing?" he asks again, holding my right foot in his hand, smirking as his fingers dance to my other leg, pinning it against his shoulder. His grip tightens around my knee as he leans down, mouth descending between my legs.

I gasp, resistance wavering. His teeth close over my clit, tugging just enough to make me whimper before he lets go, licking it softly, only to bite down again. It's relentless. He doesn't stop, even when I surrender, beg, whimper, and cry—not until my body shatters under his control, and I orgasm with a scream.

He licks me clean, leaving me trembling, my clit still throbbing like its own heartbeat. Only then does he lift his head, eyes dark and unreadable.
"Ready to talk now?" he asks, voice soft but commanding.

I nod, breathless, every ounce of defiance drained.

Silas hovers over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his hard cock teasing my entrance.
"Open," he orders, and I do, letting him spill his taste into my mouth. It's raw, intimate. I swallow, tasting myself on him.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" he asks again, his lips brushing mine, the weight of him a reminder that I won't escape.

"I... I have a small problem," I whisper. "I just want to handle it on my own."
"Independent and all that shit," he mocks, a playful smirk curving his lips.
"Yes," I mutter, weak but determined.
"You know I can help you," he says, tone firm. "You've never dealt well with stress, wolfie."
"I know..." I trail off, feeling his weight shift slightly as he leans closer.
"And?" He raises an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied.
"And... it's just something I need to handle alone," I repeat, though even I don't sound convinced.