Sylus X Mc Novels & Stories

The interface point on the Drive's exterior housing was six inches to the left, and the tilt meant the key didn't connect. Sterling used the suit's strength amplification to break the grip. Xander took the impact of being thrown backward across the vault, found a floor section that was still solid, and stayed on his feet through the specific stubbornness of someone who couldn't afford to be on the ground. In the corner of the vault, Silas was not on his feet. He was on one knee at the sub-harmonic terminal, both hands maintaining contact, and the situation was that his heart was doing something it shouldn't be doing, which was the sympathetic resonance response to Maya's pain translated thro

she murmured, though her eyes kept lingering on the dark interior of the car, entirely captivated by the sheer, imposing presence of the man behind the wheel. ​Sylus didn't get out of the vehicle, but he rolled his window down the rest of the way. His golden eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he fixed a freezing glare onto her. “Watch where you are walking,” he said, his deep baritone laced with a subtle, predatory edge that made Maya visibly flinch. “Next time, you might not be dealing with someone who has the reflexes to spare your life. Pay attention.” ​“Y-yes, sir. Of course,” Maya squeaked, nodding frantically.

“There. It’s all healed. Now stop crying.” X

WILD IMAGINATION. XOXO

Maybe it would be better to take them along as backup, just in case. "Fine, come," I sigh, giving up. "But if things go south, both of you must get the hell out of there, got it?" "Of course," Isabella beams. "I’ll consider," Marah adds. Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother to argue as I turn to Silas and hold up the nasty black liquid Marah gave us. "Bottoms up?" I announce, holding it up and waiting for him to cheers me. "Slainte," he responds before clicking his vial against mine and then bringing it to his lips. "Down the hatch."

Elyndor begged, pleaded, and finally sobbed with need as Sylas continued the merciless teasing, his voice low and soothing as he whispered encouragement and praise. When Sylas finally allowed him to come, Elyndor shattered completely. His orgasm crashed through him in powerful, shuddering waves, cum shooting across the platform while his hole clenched rhythmically around the vibrating toy. Sylas held him through it, whispering soothing words and stroking his hair as the pleasure rolled on and on.

"T-Thank you so much, Sir." The meeting continued, with Sylus just staring at my face the entire time. I don't even know if he was really listening, because I can see his eyes shifting on my eyes, then to my lips, then to my body as if he was trying to find something. "Why do you look so hot today?" Sylus suddenly said, cutting me off from what I was explaining. I looked at him with my furrowed brows. "S-Sir?" Sylus leaned his back against his chair while looking directly into my eyes. "I said why do you look so hot today? I can't even look on the presentation on the screen because I can't keep my eyes off of you."

Chapter 22: The First Mark Silas Sydney raises her hand to quiet the pack again. "Now to our other announcement. As most of you have heard, I found my mate when I traveled to the Amaris Pack. Silas Youngblood is the third son of the Beta Youngblood family. The goddess has blessed our pack and me with a strong and capable Lumiere." The pack erupts in cheering. An Alpha couple insured stability for the pack, and heaven knows they wanted it.

I could see Julian falling too, his body convulsing as the bond was forcibly stretched. ​Through the haze, I saw the stone doors of the chamber blow inward. ​Silas stepped through the smoke, followed by four men in tactical gear. He didn't look like a priest or a CEO; he looked like a reaper. He held a long, silver needle that hummed with the sound of a thousand screaming souls. ​"Dr. Valerius," Silas said, stepping over Julian’s prone body. "You always were a messy surgeon. You can't cut a soul with steel."