[Rynthall Estate—Silas and Lucein's Chamber—Night]
Lucien was already trembling, his knees digging into the soft carpet, completely bare under the suffocating weight of Silas's rut pheromones.
Every breath he took was thick with that intoxicating Alpha scent, making his head light and his body pliant.
Silas sat on the edge of the bed, equally naked, his powerful thighs spread wide, his cock heavy and glistening in the warm glow of the room. His eyes—dark and hungry—stayed locked on Lucien, a slow, possessive smirk curving his lips.
The first sound was the wet slick of Lucien's mouth closing over him, the soft mmmph that slipped past his lips as he sank down. Silas's breath hitched, his hand immediately tangling in Lucien's hair, guiding him lower.
"Good… just like that," Silas murmured, his voice deep and rasping, vibrating through Lucien's bones.
