Page 56 of Lock

He used his mouth like he knew my body better than I did, from slow licks that dragged through me, to firmer pressure that made my stomach drop, and soft sucks that pulled sounds from deep in my chest. Everything felt too sharp, too hot, too much, and still not enough.

I pulled on his hair my fingers digging in for balance as my hips stuttered helplessly.

“S–Silas— I’m?—”

The words dissolved in my throat.

He slowed deliberately, teasing me back from the edge, making my whole body clench with frustration.

“Breathe,” he said softly.

“I’m trying?—”

He laughed, low and the vibration traveled straight through me.

Then he shifted lower.

His hands slid under me again, lifting my hips, angling me open. His thumbs eased me apart with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the hunger in his breath.

“Silas—what are you?—”

I gasped—loud, sharp—when he slid his fingers inside me, touching me someplace even more sensitive, someplace no one had ever touched.

My thighs tried to close but his hands were already there, holding me open.

He groaned like the sound of my shock did something dangerous to him.

“Nobody’s ever touched you here, have they?” he murmured against my skin.

I shook my head, breath shivering out of me. “No?—”

“You’re so damn tight,” he whispered, his voice rough. “So sweet.”

My hips trembled. My hands clawed at the sheets again. The room blurred.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, dragging his thumbs along my inner thighs. “Let me take care of you.”

Something inside me loosened.

I stopped resisting.

I opened for him.

It felt like some deep, buried part of me—the omega part my father tried to train out of me—had finally decided what it wanted.

His breath hitched, the sound soft enough I knew I wasn’t meant to hear it. Not the president talking. Not the man who ruled an MC. Just Silas. A man kneeling between my legs, wanting me.

“Good,” he whispered. “Just like that.”

He slid two fingers into my ass, fucking them deeper and slow, stroking through the tight heat in a rhythm that made my back arch off the mattress. At the same time, his mouth engulfed my cock again, sucking hard as he bobbed his head, his tongue swirling around the shaft while his fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that sent sparks exploding behind my eyes. My legs shook around his shoulders, my thighs clamped down on his ears. My hands reached for him again without thought, tangling in his hair to hold him there as he worked me over from both ends.

“S—Silas,” I gasped.

He stopped.

Lifted his head.

Met my eyes.