Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Part 6
~Makara
An angered roar tore through Silas and I looked back to Rodan just in time to see him smirk before Silas pulled him away from me. Rodan's back hit the wall so hard, he threatened to go through it, wooden framing be damned, and Silas held him there with a thick forearm stretched across his collar bone.
If it caused him any pain, he didn't show it, instead looking at the older man with an air of superiority, mustering it from some unknown place. A fearsome growl came continuously from Silas, and Rodan didn't push things any further, leaving his hands to hang loosely by his side.
I watched the exchange as if it were a movie playing out, feeling drastically separated from everything that was happening. It couldn't be real, there was no way.
"Did he enter you?" I heard Silas ask, but I didn't register his words, staring wide eyed at the scene in front of me. "Makara!" He snapped for my attention.
"Huh?" I managed, focusing my gaze on him.
"With his cock, did he enter you?" He repeated impatiently. Rodan could have told him, he would know better than I would. Instead he just glared daggers into the side of Silas' head and I could tell his own anger was quickly building.
"Oh, umm..." I stuttered as I tried to assess myself. Would I feel something if he had? I didn't have anything to go by, but didn't notice anything different. I only felt the disappearing whisper of my explosive orgasm. "No." It sounded almost like a question.
Suddenly exceedingly aware of my nakedness, I drew the blanket up from where it had been tossed aside and clutched it to my chest, draping it easily over the rest of my body.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Silas turned his fury back to Rodan.
"It's rather obvious, isn't it?"
Silas slammed his flat hand against the wall, inches from Rodan's ear, before pointing a stern finger in his face.
"I would advise against toying with me, I'm not in the mood."
"What's wrong, Silas? Do you have a problem with me tonguing Makara's cunt? Or is the problem that I got there first?" Silas was silent and Rodan smirked. "I did, didn't I?"
"The problem, is you being in my suite in the middle of the night."
Rodan chuckled, but ignored him.
"You made your intentions pretty clear during our phone call. You've had weeks with her, and you still haven't managed to do what I did in a day."
Silas rolled his arm forward, pressing it tightly against Rodan's throat.
Rodan kept his smile plastered on his face, but fear flashed in his eyes for a fleeting moment. His breathing became slightly heavier, almost as if each puff were more difficult than the one before. Whether this was because of his mental distress over being in such a vulnerable position, or the physical restraint constricting his breathing was unclear.
"Be careful what you say, Rodan. You may be an Alpha, but you are young, and weak and you're making crushing your wind pipe look very tempting."
Rodan's lips turned up into a snarl and he snapped back at Silas, his voice raspy, and strained.
"You're welcome to try. But if I survived while Makara was suffocating me between her spasming thighs, I doubt you'll have much luck."
I blushed as he spoke, but I knew neither man's attention was on me, each too angry with the other to pay me any mind at all.
Silas dropped his arm from Rodan's throat, not even giving the younger man enough time to feel relief before replacing it with both his hands. Silas gripped him tightly, digging his fingers into his neck and squeezed visibly, making his fingers red with the effort. I always knew Rodan's smugness and goading would get him into trouble.
Rodan pawed at Silas' hands, trying to get him to release his grip. Instead, he leaned closer to the breathless man.
"You think you're above the consequences of your words, but you should know that I do not make idle threats." Rodan made as if to speak, summoning nothing but a strangled murmur. "Not one person would care if I killed you right now. So why shouldn't I?"
From the smile on his face, I knew Silas meant what he said. He would kill Rodan without another thought.
There were many times in my life that I had wished Rodan dead, particularly in the last few weeks. But now, faced with it, watching it happen and truly realizing what it would mean, I was terrified. I didn't want that.
"Silas!" I called out, suddenly panicked that I had acted too late as Rodan began turning a sickening shade of purple.
Silas looked at me, but relinquished none of his hold on Rodan. I shook my head at him, silently begging him to stop. He huffed and clenched his teeth, but begrudgingly dropped his hands to his side.
Rodan hunched over, sucking in air, taking breath after gulping breath. He touched his throat where I could still see the marks from Silas' fingers and I knew the area would be tender.
"Get out of my suite," Silas growled through his teeth. There was no mistaking who he was speaking to, although his eyes were still trained on me.
