Misinformed: Chapter Ten

“So did anything happen?” Isla gasped as she nearly leaned over the entire length of the table.

Sophie looked up from her bowl of soup at Isla’s great big eyes staring her down, waiting for any juicy morsel she was going to offer. Sophie cleared her throat and placed her spoon down away from her mouth.

“I already told you a lot,” she said dismissively as she looked back into the bowl.

Isla was seething in anticipation and intrigue. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she plopped back down into the chair with a huff. “That’s not the stuff I wanted to know about.”

Sophie gave her a judging glare. “Me and him finally being open enough to share our dark shit isn’t good enough for you?”

Isla crossed her arms and pursed her lips. “You find out he’s been your fucking white knight since the beginning of time, you’re trapped during a snowstorm, powers out, you’re sharing a bathtub. Yeah, not a satisfying ending for me.” She flicked a crumb across the table. “I’m very happy for you.”

Sophie’s cheeks bloomed bright red and she bit into her slab of garlic bread.

Isla’s scowl faded and her eyes perked back up, lips parting as she watched Sophie’s face. She scooted around the table and sat directly next to Sophie, grabbing her arm. “Something else DID happen, right?” She squeezed hard on Sophie’s bicep.

“You’re hurting me!” Sophie whined, muffled by the bread.

“You gotta give me something!” Isla pleaded, bouncing in her chair. “I need this!”

“You need this?” Sophie set her bread down.

Isla glanced around the cafeteria and then leaned in close. “It’s been six months for me,” she snarled with a whisper. “Six months so I could stay focused and assure my chance of becoming valedictorian and rubbing it in everyone’s dumb stupid faces!”

Sophie snorted and covered her mouth. “You never told me that,” she tried to keep herself from laughing.

“That’s why you owe me!” Isla whimpered as she leaned herself into Sophie. “Give me anything at all! At least some suggestion you finally got to see more than just his hairy chest.” She grabbed the front of Sophie jacket and shook her. “Did he see your hairy chest?”

Sophie slapped her hand and pushed her away. “Yes, he even saw my chest. We were in a bath together!” She screwed her mouth up in a tight line, heart pounding with the memory, cheeks flushed a darker shade.

“He asked you ‘do you still want me’,” Isla said, puffing up her chest and mimicking Silas’s raspy growl. “You replied ‘yes, now take me and assure I walk bow-legged for days’,” she whispered in a Marilyn Monroe type voice.

Sophie shoved her again. “I didn’t say that! Nor do I sound like that.”

Isla flipped her arms up in the air. “Then what?”

Sophie huffed and leaned in close, holding up three fingers. “Genie rules, three questions. That’s it.”

Isla giggled and she pulled back, thinking for a moment. “How was foreplay initiated?”

Sophie should’ve known better, Isla knew how to ask a question to get the optimum answer. She sighed and fidgeted in her seat. “It started in the bath,” she grumbled. “I took his hand and made him touch me in places.”

Isla squealed. “Having sex in water is dumb, I’ve told you this. When you got out of the bathroom-”

“We didn’t-” Sophie cleared her throat and quieted herself, “we didn’t leave the bathroom,” she growled through gnashed teeth.

Isla’s eyes lit up and her mouth open. “I still have two! You gave that freely.”

Sophie mumbled and cussed under her breath at Isla.

“So, since you didn’t leave the bathroom,” she wriggled with glee, “what positions did you use?” She smirked, leaning her elbows on the table as she waited for the answer.

“I…” Sophie blushed. “He set me on the counter-”

Isla squealed.

“He set me on the counter,” Sophie continued, “and he...I’ve never had anyone do this to me before, but he used his mouth-”

Isla gasped and grabbed Sophie’s wrist. “You did cum, right?” She asked, her final question.

Sophie placed her hand on her cheek then over her mouth to hide her growing smile. She nodded, “a lot.”

Isla sighed and melted back into her seat. “Oh good.”

Sophie nodded and her smile grew. “I’ve not felt so good in so long, and he just...wow.” She giggled.

Isla sat back up in a shot. “You have to give me more than three! That wasn’t enough.”

Sophie rolled her eyes.

Isla pouted, giving her great big puppy dog eyes. “If you can’t talk to me about it who can you talk to?”

Sophie sighed, feeling a bit more comfortable with talking about it. “He was...gentle,” she murmured. “And I mean...not gentle like William but like...worshipping almost. He was so attentive and warm and just-” she shuddered at the thought. “It makes me want to go home and just rip his clothes off right now.”

Isla bit her lip and wriggled in her seat.

“I can still feel the cold bathroom floor on my back,” she sighed. “His warm hands on mine-” Isla stopped her, clapping her hand over her mouth.

“If you continue I’m going to have to make a booty call.”

Sophie’s eyes widened a bit. “I thought you and Grimm-”

“Hush!” She hissed. “I did cut it off, but-”

Sophie laughed and covered her mouth. “You still call him, though?”

Isla grumbled and snarled under her breath. “I know, I know,” she huffed. “Not all of us are lucky enough to have a smoking hot neighbor. Some of us have to settle for the janitor at the office,” she palmed her forehead and groaned.

Sophie smirked and checked her phone for the time. “I should get going,” she said, standing up and gathering her things.

Isla lifted her head. “You don’t have another class for an hour. Where are you going?”

“I wanted to study a little bit while the library is empty,” Sophie answered.

Isla sniffed, “oh fine.” She stood up. “I promised Mr. Makepeace I’d check some old records here on campus anyways. I’ll see you later.” She then made Sophie stop. “One last thing!” She snapped. “Is it true what they say about Orcs?”

Sophie grinned. “Well, for Silas it is.”

Sophie waved and made her way across campus, heading towards the library. It was quiet and empty, only a few people lingering about. She sat down at a table near the back, one she had been using since she was a freshman. She cracked open her books and started going over them, checking over her notes and writing them down again to help her memorization.

Her mind wandered, though, her talk with Isla bringing back the vivid sensations and memories of that snow day. Her lips parted, remembering Silas’s lips on her neck, his hand palming her chest.

Her nipples began to stiffen under her bra. She licked her lips and made herself concentrate on her studying. It didn’t work, her mind going back to when he lifted her out of the tub and set her on the counter by the sink. Her back pressed against the cold wall. His hands were so warm and big, petting down her sides and opening up her thighs, tugging her hips forward.

In the darkness, she couldn't see his eyes, but she could feel them, hot amongst all the cold. She felt his breath on her thigh, his lips kissing upward. His hand reached up and grasped under her chin, his fingers brushing against her lips. She felt him kiss more, over her mound and then down. His breath on her slit, his tongue...oh god his tongue.

Someone coughed loudly.

Sophie snapped her head up at the sound, her knees pinched together. She looked around the library with a shifty gaze and she looked back down into her book. Her face was boiling hot and she had worked herself up into an excited ache.

Sophie palmed her phone for a moment, trying to decide what to do. She ducked her head back down and tried to will away the slickness that was now between her legs. Silas had lapped her up, growling and purring how good she tasted.

“Stop it,” Sophie commanded herself and she pinched her cheek. “You have to focus. You’re at school. You have finals to worry about.”

Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, a class alert. Her next class was canceled, the professor was still snowed in. Sophie swallowed, throat dry.

“Oh well...I guess more study time,” her voice cracked as she tried to convince herself.

The ache wasn’t going away if anything it was growing. Her need suddenly awakened by Silas and his big hands and skilled tongue. She let herself drift again to the bathroom where the silence she had tried to keep was broken by her own pants and moans. Her fingers tangled in Silas’s long hair and her hips began to tremble and her toes curled and clenched.

The first orgasm made her shudder and moan, nearly singing. A chorus of ‘oh god’ and verses of ‘Silas, please’. She went limp for a moment, his tongue lapping her up and cleaning her excited mess. He chuckled as he rose up.

“I want to hear that song again,” he growled against her throat, biting her.

“Please,” Sophie gasped, wrapping her legs around him.

The next thing she remembered was the cold floor on her back, his hard, warm body pressed against her.

Her phone buzzed again and she jumped in her seat.

Another text, this time from Isla.

“Several classes are canceled. One happens to be mine. If you want a ride home, meet me in the parking lot.”

“Oh thank god!” Sophie gathered her things in a mad rush and raced to the parking lot, managing to palm a text as she went.

Silas was in her apartment, installing new locks on her door. Persephone was sitting beside him, guarding it seemed while the door was being fixed.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he cussed, thinking perhaps it was Beauchamp. He got a nice surprise though seeing her name appear.

“I’m coming home a bit early. Let’s hang out before I have to go to work.”

He bit his lip and sent a reply. “I’m fixing your door.”

Persephone sniffed at him and he shrugged. “What else should I say? The brunette could be around her.” He returned to his work on the door. Flashes of that day going through his mind. Sophie’s soft thighs, the way she tasted on his lips, how her pleasured voice cried out his name.

“Silas, please,” her fingers tightened in his hair. “Silas ,please...oh god, oh god.” He could feel her trembled all around him, her body letting go and giving in to him. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet as she did in that moment, no song had ever sounded so true.

He kissed her and bit her where his mouth could reach, hearing her beg for more. She didn’t need to beg, he was the one inches away from begging. He lifted her up and set her on the floor, opening her legs again he rubbed his finger to the folds her just kissed, feeling she was already slick and wet again.

Persephone barked and he was pulled away from inside his head. He dropped the tools he was holding and Persephone was grinning at him. He looked outside, making sure she wasn’t barking at just anything. He saw the car and saw the little master step out. She dropped her books and scrambled to pick them up.

Silas stood in the doorway, realizing then he was already hard.

Sophie beamed when she saw him and she tried to keep herself from running to him. “Hi,” she was breathless and excited.

“Welcome home,” he let her in and had barely enough time to close the door before she was on him, kissing him and pushing her hands up his shirt.

“Whoa,whoa,” he laughed, kissing her back and pushing her away a bit. “Let me finish this door,” he growled, kissing her neck and squeezing her rear. “Just a little left to do. Go wait on me.”

Sophie whined but nodded. “Hurry up,” she murmured against his throat. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Silas chuckled. “Don’t talk to me about thinking, little master.”

“Just hurry,” she whispered. Sophie gathered her things back up she had thrown aside while trying to paw at Silas. “Sorry, I just…” she chuckled, tucking her hair back behind her ear. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

He laughed, “I think I know.”

Sophie stripped off her coat. “I tried to study but my mind wandered.”

Silas bit back a smirk. “Oh? Too bad.” He glanced at her for a moment. “Why didn’t you drive your car?” He asked. “Why are you still carpooling with the brunette?”

Sophie shrugged, “I just like it,” she murmured. “I dunno, I feel safer when I have someone around.” She put her hands on his back, rubbing. “Almost done?”

Silas pointed a screwdriver at her. “Don’t rush,” he laughed. “Now go on, the more you’re around me the slower it’ll take.”

She kissed his neck and pulled away from him. “I’ll be in my bedroom,” she said and he listened to her walk down the hallway.

He shuddered and set to work, finishing replacing the door knob as well as adding in a new lock. Once he was done, he washed his hands and he stood there for a moment. The weight of the situation settled on his shoulders and he stood in awe. That day in the bathroom felt like a dream, something strange that he had conjured in his mind. This felt real. The beautiful girl, her eager touches, her soft lips leaving red lipstick all over his neck and jaw.

He walked into the doorway of her bedroom. She was sitting on her bed in just a t-shirt, her hair still pulled up in a bun. Her knees were close to her chest as she read. She glanced up at him and smiled, setting her book aside and stretching out those long legs.

“Done?” Sophie asked.

He sat down on the bed beside her and she reached up, giggling as she wiped at the lipstick she had left all over him. “All done,” he growled, kissing her as her lips parted.

A phone began ringing behind him.

“Uh-wait, wait,” Sophie moaned as he kissed down her neck.

“Ignore it,” he snarled.

“It...it could be important. I’m waiting to hear about ah-” she moaned as his hands pushed up her shirt, his lips on her bare chest.

She managed to reach around him and take her phone. He pushed her down onto her back as she answered. “He-hello?” She tried to calm herself,pushing against his head as he took a plump nipple between his lips. “Mnh-oh! Mr. Makepeace,” she said that out loud for Silas’s benefit. She pushed against his head, but he bit down gently and she melted.

“Yes,” she tried to keep her cool. “The files should be on my desk. If not there then-” Silas kissed down her stomach, his fingers kneading between her legs.

“Stop it!” She hissed down at him, her hand over the receiver. “Oh what, sir?” She gasped, removing her hand. “Oh, right. No, no I got off school early today so I’m just-” Silas’s fingers were under her panties now, rubbing her slick folds. “Just...trying to get some chores done.” She kicked his shoulder, her foot on his cheek. But it only made him laugh.

“Yes, no worries, I’ll be in today,” her jaw suddenly went slack as he pushed a finger inside, she almost couldn’t keep herself quiet. “Yes!” She yelped rather loudly. “Oh no! Just saw it spider! Ha ha uhm…” her back arched as Silas’s fingers moved, one inside her, another gently thrumming at her clit. “I’ll see you this evening sir, yes...yes...yes,” she didn’t mean to keep repeating, it was just she could feel her stomach clench, her mind go to static. “Yes...oh sorry,” she swallowed hard and tried to recover, but Silas’s constant teasing was driving her over the edge.

“This evening then. Bye,” she dropped her phone and clinched to the sheets. “Oh fuck!” She pant, rolling her hips to meet his touches. “

“Good conversation?” Silas chuckled.

“You’re a bastard,” Sophie moaned in glee.

Silas pushed her thighs back open, kneeling at the edge of the bed he dove in again, his tongue against her slit and circling around her clit.

“Silas,” she pant, her thighs pinching around his ears.

His finger still moved inside her, feeling her tighten as her climax began to build. He suckled and kissed, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow, her fingers in his hair again. She cried out, this time barely able to form words as she fell apart in his hands.

Silas growled as he licked her clean, smirking as he crawled back on top of her, kissing her and letting her bathe in the afterglow.

“Take your fucking clothes off,” she murmured, tugging at his shirt.

“So demanding, little master,” he snarled.

Sophie pulled his shirt off and kissed his chest, the love bruises she had left behind in the bathroom still on his shoulder and chest. Her hands clawed down his wall of a chest, undoing his pants and pushing them down enough.

She pulled out what she wanted with her hand, feeling his heat directly against her. She felt him shudder, his breath catch as she pawed at his length, wrapped her cool fingers around his hot girth. She bit her lip, excited that it wasn’t all a dream. His cock was as nice and big as she remembered.

Sophie guided him between her legs, one wrapping around his hips and urging him close. His cock slid against her slick opening, coating itself in her want. Sophie peeked down between them, watching as his cock rutted against her mound. She lifted her eyes back up, cupping the back of his head and bringing him down for a kiss. She raised her hips as he pulled his back. The head pushed against her before popping inside.

Her lips parted against his kiss, a silent moan of pleasure as he entered. He felt so good inside, his thick cock stretching her open, making her shudder with pleasure and a small ache that even felt good. What felt best though was when he was finally tucked all the way inside and she was completely filled with him. She had never felt such a deep, satisfying sensation before in her life.

She giggled with delight as she squeezed around him, feeling him throb deep within her. She opened her eyes and bit his lip, tugging. His gray eye searched for permission, waiting for the master’s command.

Sophie thought for a moment, lips parting before she moved him. She pushed him down, rolling him onto his back, his jeans around his thighs. She crawled on top of Silas, allowing him to see her in the light unlike before. She straddled him, going through the motions again of taking him back inside. This time, it was under her control.

She guided Silas’ hands to her hips as she slowly eased down then pulled back up, teasing him as well as herself. She bit her lip, watching him as he watched her. She eased down again and felt his hands squeeze on her, the sign he couldn’t take it anymore. She took him all the way in again, moaning out. It felt so good, so right. She rolled her hips and his lips parted, his back arching. She moved up again and felt his hands grasp her, tugging her back down hard.

“Ah!” She couldn’t help but cry out.

Silas began moving under her, his hands working her, making her move and bounce. She clutched to his shoulders as he bucked and rutted under her. She had wanted to take control but she ended up giving it to him so easily. It felt good to be in his hands.

Her arms trembled as she felt another orgasm build. She bucked, rolling her hips, feeling him hit that place inside her that made her head go white and hot. He let out a choked cry, his fingers digging into her flesh, he pressed in deep and she felt him surge inside. She cried out his name, over and over, feeling him move inside as she quickened around him.

She lifted her head from his chest and stretched, falling off him onto the mattress. She sighed, feeling heavenly.

“I’ll never get married now,” Silas teased as he rolled onto his side and kissed her. “Now that you’ve sullied my good reputation.”

Sophie giggled, kissing him and then smudging the lipstick on his cheek. “Keep up that good of work and I won’t be able to focus on my schoolwork at all,” she cooed.

Silas scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ll get bored of me eventually.”

Sophie rubbed her hand down his chest and stomach. “Don’t say that,” she frowned. She braced herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. “I’m not going anywhere, at least not without you.”

He looked up at her, a look of awe in his eyes. “Fuck...you’re beautiful.”

Sophie blushed, touching her cheek and looking away. “Make makeup is all smudged and my hair is a bird’s nest.”

“You’re beautiful,” he pulled her back down on him and kissed her.

“Mm!” Sophie pushed back on him. “You’ll get me all revved up again and I have to go to work,” she whined. She kissed him again, letting him touch her bare skin as he pleased.

“Fuck work,” Silas snarled. “Stay home,” he squeezes her ass. “We’ll order in for food and I’ll make you sing all night.”

Sophie swallowed hard, wanting to say yes but knowing she needed to tell him no. “D-don’t tempt me. I have to go,” his lips on her throat made her head start to go fuzzy. “Busy...season.” She gripped onto his chest.

She then shoved Silas away and managed to wriggle free.

He whined and rolled over, watching her as she wiped the makeup from her face in the mirror. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair and out of his face. “What time will you get home?”

Sophie turned and looked at him over her shoulder. “Do you have work this evening?” She asked. She stood up and went to her dresser, pulling out underwear.

Silas shrugged. “If you’re busy, I’m busy.”

Sophie bit her lip, struggling with if she should stay or go. “Shouldn’t you be trying to sleep?” She queried to try and stall.

“I don’t want to sleep,” he snarled. “I just want to have your legs wrapped around me until I die of dehydration.”

“Oh come on.” Sophie met his eyes and she melted a little. She wondered if this was just the start of an addiction. With all the shit going on in her life, she thought, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to indulge a little bit in something good.

She picked up her phone and sent a quick text to Isla to cover for her. “I can be a little late,” she crawled back into the bed with him. “This is a one-time thing, though.”



She was rubbing his back when her phone rang. “Mm, it’s Isla,” she murmured. “Work must be bad,” she answered the phone. “I’m getting ready, don’t worry I’ll be-Grimm?” she stopped, her hand pulling away from Silas’s shoulder. She slipped off him and he turned, seeing her face was pale and her eyes wide.

“Grimm...Grimm slow down-” she stopped and covered her mouth. “Oh god...yes I’m on my way!” She dropped her phone and grabbed at the nearest clothes.

“What’s wrong?” Silas growled.

“Isla was shot outside the office!” Sophie gasped, tears beginning to come to her eyes. “This is all my fault!” She rushed through packing her purse.

“Hey,” Silas grabbed her. “Calm down a second,” he snarled. “You won’t do her any good in this state.”

“I should’ve gone to work!” Sophie gasped. “Oh my god-” she held her face in her hands.

“It’s not your fault,” Silas snarled, giving her a small jolt. “Whoever shot her is at fault. Whoever had Isla step aside for whatever reason isn’t to blame.”

“I should’ve gone to work,” Sophie sobbed as she pulled random articles of clothes from her closet.

Silas grabbed her and gave her a sharp shake. “Calm down,” he hissed. “Let me get dressed and I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Sophie nodded, wiping at her face. She was glad he was there, she felt safe with him. She still felt to blame. Isla didn’t deserve this, she didn’t deserve it when all Sophie was doing was having one more quickie before work.

Silas took her keys and took the driver seat of her borrowed car. At the hospital Sophie saw Thomas and Beauchamp in the lobby, Grimm was also there, the front of his shirt covered in blood. Grimm worked as the janitor at the law office, but it was known he did a lot of dirty work for Thomas outside the office. Grimm was a minotaur, super tall and one of his horns was broken off.

“What happened?” Sophie asked, Thomas the first to meet her.

Thomas huffed, shaking his head. “Isla was going outside, I think she said she left something in her car. The next thing I know I hear the shot.”

“We have the footage of what happened,” Beauchamp came up behind Thomas. “It’s being sent off to the proper authorities.”

“Did anyone see anything? Was she alone?” Sophie gasped, Silas put his hand on her shoulder.

“Let me go see if they’ll tell me anything,” he replied. “Maybe since I’m family they’ll let me back to see her.”

“I was outside smoking,” Grimm said. “I watched her go to her car and I saw someone come from around the back...I couldn’t do anything. I was too far away. When he realized I was running up on him that’s when he shot…” His voice choked off.

“You probably saved her life by being there,” Thomas tried to coax. “This is all a fucking mess.”

“We have evidence,” Beauchamp replied. “We have everything we need in order to get this taken care of and-”

Thomas looked at Beauchamp like he was insane. “A girl’s life is in jeopardy and all you can think of is evidence?”He snapped at him.

William came out from the back and sighed with relief as he saw Sophie. “They’re allowing us to see Isla. She’s fine,” he assured. “Luckily it was just a shot in the arm. They said she has some bruises on her knuckles and a cut on her knee, so she put up a fight with whoever ambushed her.”

Sophie let a few tears slide and she grasped her chest, “oh thank god.”

“I’ll be back and let you know how she’s doing,” William said as a nurse fetched him.

Sophie collapsed into a chair and held her head in her hands. Silas sat beside her, his hand on her back. “It wasn’t your fault. She was just going to her car.”

Sophie sniffled. “I’m so relieved,” she hiccuped. “She’s ok but it’s just…” she shook her head. “All these things just keep happening around me! I can’t tell what’s happening.”

Silas wrapped his arm around her and let her cry into his chest.

Beauchamp left not long after, going to deal with the authorities and go over the footage they had. Thomas brought them all coffee and snacks. He insisted Grimm go home and change but he wasn’t having any of it.

“You’re covered in blood and freaking people out, go change.” Thomas insisted.

“Here,” Silas took off his jacket. “Take this.”

Grimm nodded, taking the offer and covering his blood stained clothes with it. “Right, thanks,” he looked over Silas and at Sophie. “Not often you meet a fella that’s the same size as you,” he chuckles weakly. He then looks over Silas and Sophie and smiles. “Isla said you two were an odd couple but I had no idea.”

Sophie laughed, small and weak. “She said that? To you?”

Grimm shrugged. “She just said you were happy. Said you looked like mismatched salt and pepper shakers, but you were happy.”

Sophie wiped her eyes and laughed. “Of course she would.” She took a deep breath and squeezed tight onto Silas’ hand.