CHAPTER 116: MARKED BEAUTIFUL

[Rynthall Estate—Lucein and Silas’s Chamber—Continuation]

Lucien’s cries rang out, his back arching as he moved up and down, each roll of his hips dragging Silas deeper inside him. Sweat beaded down his flushed chest, his hair sticking to his forehead as if even his body was begging for more.

"Ahhh—hahhh—it’s—ahhh—so deep—" His moans broke into gasps, trembling as pleasure overwhelmed him.

Silas watched from below, eyes hooded and burning with hunger, his hands gripping Lucien’s thighs so tightly the skin flushed red. "Look at you, my love... trembling so sweetly on top of me. You were made to take me like this."

Lucien whimpered, biting his lip, trying to keep moving but his thighs were already shaking. "Nnghh—hahhh—i-it’s too much—ahhh—"

Silas’s grip tightened, dragging him down with brutal force, sinking him to the hilt. Lucien’s head flew back, a strangled cry spilling from his lips.

"Go... deeper, my love," Silas commanded, voice dark and sharp.

Lucien’s body shuddered violently at the vibration of his words, heat coiling in his gut. "I—I can’t—ahhh—Silas—no more—I c-can’t take it, it’s...it’s too much—ahhhhnnn!"

"Too much?" Silas smirked, his voice low, dangerous, and dripping with want. "Then let me show you what too much really means."

Before Lucien could breathe, Silas’s hands snapped around his waist, and in one fluid motion, he was flipped onto the mattress, his black hair splayed across the pillows. A startled cry escaped him, quickly swallowed by Silas’s mouth crushing against his in a bruising, desperate kiss.

"Ahhh—hahhh—Silas—!"

Lucien gasped, voice muffled, legs instinctively locking around Silas’s waist as if his body already knew surrender.

Silas pulled back just enough to growl against his ear, hot breath fanning his skin, "Now, my love... I’ll take over. You’ll scream for me until your throat goes hoarse."

Lucien whimpered, trembling beneath him. "N-no—Silas... the people will hear... outside... I cannot—ahhhhnnn—"

A dark chuckle rumbled in Silas’s chest. He shoved two fingers past Lucien’s lips, pressing down on his tongue. "Then bite these if you must... or let them hear. Let the world know you belong to me."

Before Lucien could protest, Silas thrust into him, hard, deep, and unrelenting.

"NNnnnghhhHHhh—ahhhhhh—ahhhnnnn—!" Lucien screamed around Silas’s fingers, his muffled moans dripping with helpless need. His body arched, back lifting off the sheets, every nerve set ablaze.

Silas groaned low, his pace ruthless, each thrust pounding the breath from Lucien’s lungs. "That’s it, my love. Scream for me. Let them hear how sweet you sound when I’m inside you."

"Mmnnnn—hahhhhnnn—ahhhhnnnnnnnghhhhh—Silasssshhhhh—ahhhhhh—!"

Lucien writhed, tears clinging to his lashes from the intensity, but his hips betrayed him, tilting up, taking every punishing thrust. His moans grew higher, breaking into sobs of pleasure as Silas fucked him mercilessly into the mattress.

Lucien cried out, his voice muffled around Silas’s thick fingers shoved between his lips, drool spilling down his chin as his body was forced down flat against the mattress. His ass raised, his back arched, every inch of him trembling as Silas drove into him mercilessly.

"Ahhhhnnn—mmmhhh—ahhhhhh—!" Lucien’s muffled moans vibrated around Silas’s fingers, his eyes rolling back as the relentless thrusts left him weak, undone, and begging for release he could no longer form words for.

Silas’s gaze flicked down, locking onto the faint bite mark on Lucien’s back of the neck—the claim he had left once before. A dark, hungry growl tore from his throat. He pressed his chest over Lucien’s trembling back, lips grazing the mark.

"It seems to be fading..." Silas’s voice was low, dangerous, and dripping with possession. His thrusts slowed just enough to make Lucien whine in protest, his hips jerking back for more. "Did I only mark you temporarily last time?"

Lucien groaned, trying to speak around Silas’s fingers in his mouth. His words came broken, needy. "I... ahhh—hahhh—I don’t... don’t know—ahhhhnnn—Silasss—!"

Silas smirked against his skin, dragging his tongue over the faded mark before sinking his teeth in again, sharper and deeper this time. Lucien screamed against his fingers, the sound raw and high, his body convulsing beneath him.

"Then..." Silas’s voice rumbled against his neck, animalistic and absolute, "...let me mark you permanently, my love." His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, his knot swelling, stretching Lucien mercilessly.

He thrust forward hard, the thick base of his cock slamming against Lucien’s hole. The knot pressed insistently, stretching him obscenely. Lucien’s eyes rolled back, tears spilling as he screamed around Silas’s fingers.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh—too—ahhhhnnnn—big—Silasssss—ahhhhhh!"

Silas’s teeth were bared fully now, sharp and glinting in the firelight, before sinking mercilessly into Lucien’s shoulder.

The bite was brutal, claiming and burning straight into Lucien’s flesh like fire. At the same moment, Silas forced his knot inside with a violent thrust. The stretch was unbearable, ripping a cry from Lucien’s lungs that was half agony, half euphoria.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!"

His voice cracked, broken into sobbing moans as his body convulsed, locked tight around Silas’s knot. His nails clawed helplessly at the sheets, his legs trembling as he was filled beyond reason.

Silas groaned into his ear, his growl vibrating against Lucien’s marked skin. His knot throbbed deep inside, locking them together inescapably.

Lucien sobbed, overwhelmed, his words spilling between strangled moans."Ahhhhhh—ahhhhnnn—Silassss—!"

The bond seared through him, burning hot where Silas’s teeth sank into his shoulder. His knot pulsed inside him, swelling thicker and harder until Lucien thought his body would split in two. His back arched violently, every muscle straining as he cried out, raw and broken.

"Ahhhhhhhh—hahhhhhh—too much—Silassss—it’s—it’s too much—ahhhhhhhnnnn!"

Silas growled, his teeth still locked into Lucien’s shoulder, savoring the taste of blood and sweat. His hips ground deep, forcing the knot to settle snugly against Lucien’s rim, sealing them together.

"You’ll take it," he rumbled, voice vibrating against Lucien’s ear. "You’ll take everything I give you. You’ll hold me inside

until every drop is yours."

Lucien sobbed, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolling back as the bond surged through his veins like fire and lightning. His hole clenched desperately around the throbbing knot, his body trembling violently.

Then it hit.

Silas’s hot, thick knot jerked, and his seed poured into Lucien in heavy spurts. The force of it made Lucien scream, his body convulsing helplessly as he felt himself filled, stretched, and stuffed so completely it was unbearable.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn—!" His scream fractured into sobs as his cock twitched, untouched, and spilled across the sheets in a mess of white. His release was ripped from him purely from the bond, the knot, and the overwhelming fullness.

Silas groaned deeply, a sound of both hunger and satisfaction, as he pumped harder, his knot locking tight each time his seed surged. His voice was rough and possessive but laced with rare tenderness.

"Take it, my love... every drop... until you’re overflowing... until your body remembers me for days...because this time no one is drunk."

Lucien whimpered, weak and trembling, his nails clawing at the sheets. He could feel it—hot, thick streams flooding him, filling him deeper and deeper until his belly felt heavy. His voice broke into pleading moans.

"Ahhhhhh—Silassss—hahhhhhhh—it’s—it’s too much—ohhhhhh godssssss—it won’t stop—it won’t stop—ahhhhhhh!"

Silas finally lifted his mouth from Lucien’s shoulder, the permanent mark glowing faintly against torn skin, and licked the blood slowly, deliberately. His knot pulsed one last time, swelling as if sealing the seed inside.

Lucien collapsed forward, shaking uncontrollably, tears streaking his flushed face. His hole throbbed around the knot, stretched so wide it felt impossible, yet his body clenched greedily, refusing to let go.

Silas’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him tight against his chest, locking them together in an embrace as primal as it was tender. His lips brushed Lucien’s ear, low and possessive.

"Mine. My mate. My mate, forever."

Lucien whimpered faintly, his voice trembling and wrecked but filled with desperate devotion."Y-yours... Silas... ahhhhnnnn... always yours..."

The bond settled between them, burning hot and heavy, the knot sealing them together as Silas’s seed continued to claim him—filling, overflowing, marking him inside and out as his forever.

Lucien lay boneless against the sheets, his entire body trembling, skin flushed a feverish red. His lashes fluttered, swollen eyes wet and heavy, finally slipping closed from exhaustion. His lips were swollen from biting down on them too hard, and his neck was littered with dark hickeys, each one a bruise of possession.

Between his thighs, Silas’s knot remained swollen and locked, sealing the mess inside him. Lucien’s hole was stretched raw, still twitching faintly around the knot, as if even in unconsciousness his body couldn’t let go. His belly rose and fell, faintly distended, heavy with the flood of Silas’s seed that had nowhere to escape.

He looked utterly ruined. Ravished. Owned.

And Silas had never seen anything so breathtaking.

Propping himself up slightly, he brushed damp strands of hair from Lucien’s flushed face, watching the faint hitch of his breaths, the little tremors still racing through him. His chest ached—not with hunger this time, but with something far more dangerous, far more permanent.

His lips curved into the faintest of smiles.

"Beautiful," he murmured, voice low, reverent, almost tender.

And with his mate wrecked beneath him, marked inside and out, Silas closed his eyes and held him through the knot’s lock, savoring the sight of his man.