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Ziggy licked at his lips, head tilting as those stunning eyes of his never left Silas’s. “Really?”

“Yes.” Silas stepped around Ziggy, nudging him inside to shut the door.

In his mind, everything was resolved or would be when he made his position clear.

Ziggy, it seemed, hadn’t had sex with Frey, not that he was going to open that can of worms right now because he desperately wanted things to go back to the way they were before.

His wolf half actually made a scoffing noise in his mind, which Silas overlooked.

Inside his office, Ziggy’s presence filled the room.

The man had his own style and today he wore braces over a striped button-down that was rolled up to his elbows, revealing just a few of the intriguing tattoos that covered his body.

Chocolate brown skinny legged slacks came with a pair of sturdy ankle boots in the same color.

Standing behind Ziggy, who hadn’t moved, Silas could appreciate just how the cut of the material accentuated the bubble butt Silas loved to watch dance and bounce when Ziggy sat astride him, reverse cowboy style.

Releasing a shuddery breath at the hope Ziggy would ride him like that, his blood heated, and he gave in and pressed his chest against Ziggy’s back.

His arms snaked around the slim waist, while he whispered next to Ziggy’s ear, “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock until my knot locks you to me, then ride me until it hurts.”

Ziggy visibly tensed against him, and Silas’s breath hitched at the possibility of miscalculating—at being denied.

When Ziggy looked back at Silas, something in his gaze caused Silas’s gut to clench unpleasantly, then it was gone. Silas had no time to over analyze whatever it was, his thoughts disrupted by Ziggy’s next words. “So calling me here, you just want sex?”

Nothing in his tone revealed what his thoughts were, and Silas croaked out, “Yes.”

When Ziggy spun around so fast it knocked the wind out of him, Silas had no time to right himself when Ziggy thrust him against the door with a thud.

His head thumped against the wood, his cock going rock hard at the show of dominance.

One he’d been dreaming of, missing like an amputated limb that continued to give pain even when it wasn’t there.

A not quite steady finger traced down his lips, over his jawline, down to his Adam’s apple, light as a breath of wind, yet felt firm and possessive.

Vivid green eyes never swayed from him as fingers curled around his throat and squeezed, hard enough to make it difficult to swallow.

He dragged Silas closer, but not close enough to taste the lush lips nestled in the trimmed beard.

Their gazes locked together, and his ears buzzed.

Harsh pants hit his face as the sexual tension built between them.

It was like a flicker of flames curling around wood before it caught and burst in a raging inferno.

When Ziggy swooped in to kiss him, Silas gave a throaty moan as fingers dug into the flesh of his neck, holding him prisoner to the assault on his mouth.

It was hard and hungry. Angry, even. He could taste it.

The chemistry between them went from simmering to boiling under the force of Ziggy’s tongue, which stroked against his in erotic glides.

This was no simple kiss, it swept him into the middle of the inferno with its passion.

It burned him alive.

He didn’t care. Didn’t want to escape. He wanted to be devoured in the flames. Silas’s universe narrowed to the one man who held him under his spell. Dark and dangerous, it was how Ziggy tasted to Silas. A wickedness that left Silas consumed with the need for more.

Being able to breathe meant nothing when Ziggy’s touch melted away his sanity.

Why had he deprived them both of this?

Why?

Fingers slid up into his hair and nails dug into his scalp, ripping a moan from him at the sharp sting.

Ziggy’s mouth grew hungrier, their tongues tangling as Ziggy ate every sound Silas made, like a starving man who hadn’t feasted for a week.

The power was undeniable when all Silas wanted to do was submit.

He trembled from the force of their passion, from the tight hold on his throat that owned him.

How Ziggy’s scent drove him to want to cling tighter to the moment and never let go, his mind floating like a weightless cloud on a summer's breeze.

Each ragged inhale, through his nose when Ziggy refused to release his lips or throat, did little to assuage the burning inside him.

Hot, hungry moans were the music they created together from the energy and control Ziggy held over him. Weak and boneless, he could do no more than give in to the madness. To offer Ziggy everything he was.

The strength on display as Ziggy pinned him against the hard wood was its own aphrodisiac.

When, moments later, he changed the angle of the kiss, stabbing his tongue deep in Silas’s throat, forcing him to open, he was nothing but a passive participant.

His cock throbbed, leaking and begging for pressure, for anything Ziggy was willing to give him.

Only Ziggy angled his body to prevent that and kept Silas off kilter.

He mewled his need, his lungs burning, his mind fuzzy.

When the kiss turned teasing, he groaned anew at the delicate bite of teeth on his swollen lower lip as Ziggy withdrew.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? To be my slave. To let me use your body any way I see fit. To control when you get to come. To breathe?”

Silas quaked against the door, heavy-lidded eyes begged the man holding him prisoner to his need.

“Yes,” Silas gasped when his throat was released, then cried out as Ziggy bit at the side of his neck hard enough to mark him, but not deep enough to break the skin.

His pulse raced with how his body responded, how his wolf was pushing, ready for fangs to pierce his skin.

Panic rose with how his need matched that of his animal side and he exposed his throat to Ziggy mindlessly.

The other man eased away. The intensity of Ziggy’s stare made Silas lose his breath once more, but for a different reason, and his cock spurted in his boxer briefs as if Ziggy was milking him. He shuddered, finding himself begging mindlessly, uncaring of the consequences, “Don’t stop.”

“You don’t know what you're asking for,” Ziggy rasped, and before Silas could shake off the lust clouding his thoughts, Ziggy dragged him from the door and took him to the floor so fast he had no time to brace.

He hit the carpeted floor hard enough to rattle his bones.

He didn’t get more than one expletive out before Ziggy savaged him.

The brutal kiss was accompanied by the sound of clothes ripping, along with their cries of desire.

Silas was so consumed in the pleasure, it left no room for anything other than the driving need for the man taking him apart with every frantic touch.

Everything became a blur as Ziggy rose over him, his fingers twisting Silas’s nipples painfully as he slid his ass over Silas’s cloaked cock, letting it bump against the slick rim. “These need pretty little hoops so I can chain them and tug on them for when I ride my cowboy .”

Possessive, dark desire burned through him. Ziggy’s aim was perfect, making the passion rage for escape. His skin, molten hot, left him feeling he had the worst fever of his life.

Sick… love sick.

The thought skipped about his brain, knocking him around worse than the bullies at school had, only this time all he had to do was say stop.

He couldn’t get his lips to move when Ziggy slithered over him, rising to grasp Silas’s cock, the tight ass sucking Silas into its hot sheath.

Mind-blowing pressure left his thoughts scattered in the hurricane that was Ziggy circling hips as he corkscrewed down Silas’s hard shaft.

The tight, convulsing channel left him in a painful, blissed out state. The euphoria of Ziggy sitting astride him, strangling his cock until his eyes watered, was unmatched by anything Silas had ever done and that included his first ride on a horse.

Then Ziggy—the asshole—squeezed as he shimmied up, making Silas cry out, “Fuck… fuck… too much…”

“No it’s not,” Ziggy hissed. The next circle of his hips in the death grip of his ass muscles, Silas’s body seized at the violent spasms rushing through his cock, straight to his balls.

“You hold back.” The demand in the sexy voice was nearly his undoing, as Silas panted, grunted and flailed like a damn fish on a hook.

He tried to stem the violent desire to come in the heavenly ass, hurting him so good.

Ziggy’s ass unclamped, but before he could take in a relieved breath at the reprieve, the fucker slid off his cock, then crashed down hard and fast. Ziggy’s balls slammed against Silas, the slapping sound mixed with their grunts as Ziggy rode him until his whole body was one giant nerve ending.

“Pleassseeeeeeee…”

“Look at me,” Ziggy growled harshly. “Look right at me while I fuck the cum right out of you.”

It was too much, that sexy fucking growly voice. “Motherfuckerrrrrrr,” Silas screamed, his eyes desperately staying on the man who ruined him for everyone else.

There was only Ziggy as he tugged on Silas’s nipples, creating a world of white. Every hair on his body stood to attention, right along with every cell, and held him suspended between heaven and hell. Then Ziggy came forward, his mouth inches from Silas’s.

“Come,” he groaned throatily as he squeezed his ass and tugged Silas’s nipples until the buds burned.

The world simply disappeared, and he released a strangled moan as Ziggy’s mouth claimed his.

As Silas eventually floated back to reality, he had no idea whether he had knotted to Ziggy. His chest was slick with sweat and his cloaked cock ached in the confines of Ziggy’s ass as the man lay sprawled over the top of him, panting like a racehorse.

“Ho-ly fuc-k,” Silas slurred, past the awful dryness in his mouth, that he had no way of quenching with limbs fucked into oblivion.

“Yes… indeed.” Fingers traced over Silas’s collarbone, then over to where his pulse continued to pound. “Now do you want to talk about what the hell got you pissed at me?”