Silco X Reader Ao3 Novels & Stories

To him, it felt like a shield against something more fragile than Hollow claws. When the ridge finally quieted Hollow corpses smoldering in black heaps , the warriors exhaled ragged cheers. Trixie stood among them, helm under her arm, chin high. But Ryker did not cheer. He watched the pale sheen on her skin, the tremor in her gauntleted fingers, the way she pressed one hand , low against her abdomen before realizing he was looking. Their gazes locked. “Trix” he said low, almost swallowed by the din. “Something’s different.”

POV: Elena ​The air in the Inner Sanctum didn't just drop in temperature; it turned into a solid block of ice that made my lungs burn with every shallow, frantic gasp. The rhythmic thudding of boots echoing from the shadows was a countdown to a slaughter we couldn't outrun. Silas stood in front of me, a wall of vibrating muscle and torn silk, but I could feel his terror through our bond. His Alpha power was flickering, pinned down by the toxic frequency Julian had bled into the very stones of this tomb.

Colsin whimpered and then looked at Silas. "I'll... go take a shower," Silas said and then got up quickly, leaving us. Colsin looked panicked and then shrunk back against the bed, curling up into a ball as he watched me. I got to my feet and started for the door quickly, rushing out it and running for my bedroom. I made it inside and locked it quickly then hid under my covers. Colsin marked me as his mate and Silas isn't going to mark me back?! Silas doesn't love me anymore? I heard a whimper at my door and then a dejected whine. I curled up tightly under the covers and shook my head. No. No, I won't open the door. He started to scratch at the door, trying to dig through it. He won't be able

“Yohan, please tell me.” “Who was that guy?” He asks. His tone making sure that I answer his question first before he answers any of mine. Sighing, I bite my bottom lip and cross my arms over my chest. With my heart beating loudly against my chest, I look towards the direction Silas had wondered of to. “He’s the next Alpha of Cinco. Silas Lacroix. I’m one of his consorts.”

At the hundred and thirty people spread through the tunnel gallery behind that, sitting in the dark in a mountain that a hostile force was methodically trying to compromise. "Silas," he said. Silas was ten feet away, hand on the wall, doing the thing he'd been doing since they entered the tunnel — reading the iron ore, building the picture. He'd been at it for twenty minutes in an increasingly focused way that suggested he was either finding something or working very hard at not finding something. "Silas," Xander said again. "I heard you the first time," Silas said, which was the most normal thing he'd said all chapter. "I'm verifying before I say it."

Like he hadn’t ripped eight years of my life apart and called it nothing. A slow, sick chill crawled up my spine. “He shouldn’t be here,” I whispered. Rico’s jaw tightened. “What? Who?” I ignored him. As if the universe itself were cruel, Silas turned. Our eyes met. Recognition flashed across his face first, then triumph, sharp and instant. Then his lips curved. Not a smile. Like him saying: I told you I would find you. My throat closed. Rico stepped forward half a pace, subtly placing himself between us without fully blocking my view. His body language shifted, protective, alert, and deadly calm.

I can tell this is going to be a quick fuck. If that is what my girl needs right now she is going to get it. I’m still going to make it good for her no matter how fast we get done. Silvy places her hands on my bare shoulders digging her nails in. She moves faster getting what she wants. “ That’s it, ride me.” I groan. Silvy is riding me like she is on a bucking bronco. Damn I’m gonna blow. I flick my thumb over her clit so she goes over with me.

I said, a cold, unyielding certainty settling deep into my marrow. Silas let out a low, rough rumble of approval, his grip on my waist tightening further before he suddenly pulled me into a deep, bruising kiss. It was a chaotic, desperate clash of teeth and shared shadow, a silent vow between two monsters who knew the morning would bring an absolute bloodbath. The liquid obsidian in my veins surged in response to his predatory heat, the star-silver on my arm flaring a majestic, blinding violet that illuminated the entire subterranean forge.

She stiffened beneath my touch, her defiance sparking to life once more. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head, but her voice was a threadbare protest, weak and hollow. “Yes,” I countered, gripping her wrist and guiding her hand back to its place. “You don’t get to hide from this, Sabrina. You’ll feel everything I want you to feel.” Her body betrayed her again, shivering under my touch, her breaths catching as I alternated between teasing and commanding. I let my hand wander, cruelly slow, amplifying every sensation until her resistance began to crumble.

Silas tenses for a second and the relaxes around Aziel as he looks into my eyes with a slight tilt on his head. Then I feel it but I block it out so I don't feel everything as Aziel push his tip inside Silas ass and Then slowly push his entire way in and Silas dick is twitching like hell. The arousal that comes with all of us joined is so high that I am afraid everyone in the mansion will smell it.