The Wolf’s Fake Mate by Layla Silver
Chapter 11 – Hailey
The day passed by with Silas being kind to me at every step. Whenever he saw me unable to keep up with the work, he stepped in to do not only his share but mine too. I complained, telling him I could do my part, but he only shook his head. We had the second shift, so after all was good and done, I prepared myself to go back home. I dreaded this moment—nowadays, I was the happiest and most at peace while working at Sun and Moon.
I was just finishing cleaning the last counter when I felt someone step up behind me. By the smell of pine trees and something wild, I recognized that it was Silas. He put his hands on either side of the counter to frame me but left me enough space to turn around and face him. That movement brought me against his hard chest still covered by the Soon and Moon apron, and it brought my face close to his. I gazed into his sky-blue eyes, full of intent and focused on me—but what his intentions were, I failed to decipher.
“How can I help you?” I braced myself for a fight. Whatever it was that Silas wanted from me, I decided I wouldn’t give in, I—
My thoughts were interrupted when his mouth descended onto mine. He kissed me briefly once, twice… then pulled away, and my body—stupid as it was—followed him to get more. I groaned, frustrated when he leaned back and smiled mischievously at me.
“So you feel it too?” Silas asked me. I raised my eyebrows, questioning what he meant. “The pull between us?”
Where exactly was he going with this? “We have quite the chemistry, that much I have to admit,” I said honestly. I wouldn’t buy into whatever spiel this was, but I wouldn’t lie either: that kind of avoidance wasn’t me.
“It’s more than just simple chemistry.” Silas stared into my eyes deeply, and I felt that whatever he was going to say next would shatter my world.
Not wanting to hear it, I moved quickly and hugged him tightly. I kissed him with all the frustration I felt. But no matter how much I nibbled at his lower lip, he wouldn’t open his mouth for me. I moved to kiss a path along his throat instead, carefully avoiding the artery. Shifters didn’t want anyone who wasn’t their mate close to that; too easy to just half-shift and rip someone’s weak spot apart.
Silas groaned and grabbed me by the hips, moving me away and placing me firmly against the counter. He pushed his hard body against me, and I felt trapped, but not in a bad way. Being close to him came with the feeling of safety—and, fuck me, I didn’t understand it one bit.
I could feel his shaft hard and erect against my stomach, so I moved my hand to touch him there through his dark green pants. Another thing I didn’t understand was why the prospect of fucking Silas in the middle of where we worked aroused me so much? I should have been disgusted with myself for wanting to have sex where we prepared food, but I couldn’t. There was something so forbidden about the concept, and that fact got me wetter than ever. Out flew the thoughts of not giving Silas what he wanted. If he wanted me, that need aligned perfectly with what I wanted right now—him.
I put my hand against his cock and massaged him through his trousers.
“We need to talk,” Silas told me, but his voice was strained. I continued working his huge shaft. “Hailey, stop this,” he put one of his hands against mine, trying to pull me away from his cock, but I resisted.
“No talking,” I said and squeezed harder. Silas groaned, and I used this moment to pull away from under him. He turned around, and I pushed him against the counter instead. Not wasting any time, I got on my knees in front of him and moved his apron to the side. I unzipped his pants, only to find out that he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath them. His erection sprang free, in all its glory, and I licked my lips. Above me, Silas made a strained sound, somewhere between a growl and a purr. That guttural reaction made me even more aroused.
I wondered later where in the world I’d found the confidence to suck off Silas. I wasn’t skilled at it, and I hadn’t enjoyed giving blowjobs to my previous partners, of which I’d had only two. Yet, there was something so exciting about having his cock in my mouth. I sucked at his head as I moved my hands up and down his length. Silas braced himself against the counter and watched me work him with absolute focus. His eyes were now a darker shade of blue and full of lust.
I took his shaft deeper in my mouth and held it in my throat for a few heartbeats. “Hailey,” Silas groaned my name in pleasure and closed his eyes.
Of course, deep-throating him made me choke—as I said, I wasn’t exceptionally skilled at fellatio, but I hoped my enthusiasm was making up for what I lacked in experience. With a pop, Silas’ cock left my mouth, a trail of saliva connecting us. It took me a moment to regain my composure, and suddenly I felt myself being raised in the air. My attempt at a protest died in another wave of coughing and didn’t stop him from carrying me with him to the nearest chair.
Silas set me down to stand and then took off my apron and my pants. I didn’t stop him—no, I helped him instead. Then he removed my shirt. Off went his clothing too.
He sat down on the chair in all his naked glory and pulled me in front of him. He pushed two of his fingers inside me. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Let me continue,” I protested, wanting to suck him more. I didn’t know where the need to give him pleasure came from, but I felt it, and I wouldn’t stop until I had fulfilled it.
“No,” Silas denied me. “I have a more pleasurable idea—ride me.”
I looked at him, and I finally understood this position. It would give me what I wanted; I would be the one in control this time. I realized now that the family visit with Silas had rattled me—I had no control over my family life. I couldn’t stop them from how they treated me. What Silas was giving me was a chance to be the one who controlled what happened. I would be the one fucking him, and I would decide when he would come.
Silas was raised in the panther pride, and this was what was expected of him—being the submissive one to his partner. However, I was sure based on our previous encounters that Silas—despite his kind and polite nature—was an alpha man in bed. Giving up control to me like this meant a lot.
“Are you sure?” I asked, searching for confirmation in his eyes. “I know what this means to you. If you are not sure—”
“I’m sure. I would do anything for you,” Silas replied and kissed me gently.
Feeling in awe of how much he was giving me, I mounted him. His shaft slipped into my folds easily, and I quickly found the right rhythm—not too slow, and not too quick. All the while, I looked into Silas’ eyes, and I felt his muscles strain as he kept his hands gently on my hips. He fought with himself to resist grabbing me harder and taking control of the pace himself. I kissed him, feeling gratitude. I felt so sexy being the one on top of this handsome, perfect man.
I increased my pace, but I felt it still wasn’t enough for Silas. His expression grew more and more stained, and his arms shook. I decided then that I’d had enough of his sacrifice. I, too, needed to fuck him harder, deeper than I could with just my strength.
I leaned in close to his ear. “That’s enough. Take me how you want,” I whispered. “Now.”
With an animalistic growl, which left me even wetter, Silas grabbed my hips firmly. He pushed me down with force, meeting me with a thrust of his hips. He adjusted until he was hitting my g-spot. I moaned in pleasure and chanted his name over and over.
“Hailey,” Silas whispered as he looked at me with warmth. I felt so safe and… “I love you,” he confessed as he pressed a finger against my clitoris. I came with a scream, and he fucked me still, prolonging my orgasm.
Then, repeating the words, Silas came, spilling his seed inside me.
A while later, when I regained my senses, I was lying limp on top of the panther shifter. I looked up at him, annoyed at the satisfied smile he had on his face.
“Why would you say something like that?” I said, tears spilling out of my eyes. “You can’t be serious!” Was I crying because I was scared shitless by the idea of him being in love with me, or because I was moved to tears by his confession?
“It’s true. I love you. I’d like to be your mate for real.” Still smiling, Silas brushed his lips against my forehead.
“But why? I-I…” I cried harder. “I’m… me… you know, I….” I waved my hand around, not being able to articulate what I wanted to say. I wasn’t perfect. My family reminded me of that fact over and over. That was why I would never have a mate for life. That was why no one would want to be in a relationship with me forever. They would leave when they found someone better.
“Hailey, you are the most beautiful, intelligent, and hard-working woman I’ve ever met.” Silas’ expression showed that his words were sincere. “I disagree with how your family treats you and the ideas about you they’ve put into your head. I love you. To me, you are perfect the way you are.” It was impossible that this perfect man was in love with me, and yet… I believed him.
“Let me prove my love and dedication to you,” he said. “I will shower you with praise every day until you believe me. Just give me a chance.” His expression turned sincere. “That’s all I ask.”
When he looked at me with all that kindness and hope, how could I refuse him? I bit my lip and nodded. “Okay,” I said softly.
Silas kissed me passionately, and then we dressed quickly and relocated to his apartment. There we continued to fuck all night, unable to resist each other. When the soft light of the morning shone on us, we finally went to sleep. Thankfully, Silas had put us on second shift again for the next day, so we were able to get at least a bit of rest. As shifters, we restored our energy more quickly than humans, but we still had to give our bodies enough time for the process to happen.
