Chapter 61

Silver’s POV

This whole thing felt like a fever dream. I couldn’t believe that Alpha Elliot was kneeling before me, his eyes wet with unshed tears, confessing that he loved me.

Holy hell.

Elliot loves me?

Could this really be happening right now?

I wrapped my arms around my body, desperately trying to hold myself together as my vision became blurry with my own unshed tears. I wasn’t sure what to say to him or if I could trust him. These last few weeks have been rough on me emotionally. He’s been so consumed with Shirley and seemingly taking her side with everything that I wasn’t sure if he was being genuine or not.

I knew our marriage was just a contract; it was for convenience. Perhaps he didn’t want me to divorce him because of that contract and the effects I have on him while he sleeps.

Elliot takes my hands in his; sparks of electricity coursing between our joined fingers, bringing my attention back to him.

“Silver,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with raw emotions. I swallowed the painful lump that formed in my throat, unable to pull my eyes away from him. I didn’t realize how badly I was shaking until his hands touched mine and held them steady. “Please, don’t give up on me. Don’t give up on us…”

“We got married really fast,” I finally spoke, my voice coming out strained. “Maybe it was too fast. We didn’t know each other and—”

“That might have been true at first,” he says, cutting off my words. “But I know everything I need to know about you now. You are beautiful, brave, smart, strong, and fierce. You’ve proven yourself repeatedly and you make the perfect Luna for my pack. I can’t get enough of you… I can’t explain it, but I need you in my life. You don’t need to tell me you love me back, but I need to know if there’s at least a chance for us to make things right. Let me show you how much I love you and want you in my life; not just as my contracted wife, but as my real wife.”

My heart was beating so quickly that I thought it would beat right out of my chest. I stared at him, unblinking, for what felt like an eternity. He remained knelt in front of me, his breathing rapid and I knew he was carrying a lot of stress and anxiety as he bore himself to me. I felt the strange urge to put him out of his misery and pull him to me, but at the same time, I was so afraid of getting hurt again that I remained frozen, just staring at him.

“And if you change your mind?” I asked, my voice quivering. “If you find your mate?” The last question came out as barely a whisper.

He brought my hands to his lips and kissed my knuckles gently, sending waves of warmth throughout my body. My breathing hitched from the contact, and I couldn’t seem to take my eyes away from him.

“I would never change my mind, Silver,” he told me firmly. “Not about you; not about this. Please, trust me…”

His words came out so matter of fact that I found myself trusting them more than I thought I would. I pulled my hands away from his and I watched as they dropped to his side. He lowered his gaze, a tear escaping his eyes as he glanced at the ground, defeated. He thought I rejected his proposal, but how could I reject a man that I was madly, head over heels in love with?

I might not be able to say those words out loud yet, but I could show him in every way possible just how strongly I feel for him.

I put my hands on his cheeks and wiped the stray tear away with my thumb, caressing him gently. His gaze lifted and locked onto mine. I gave him a small smile before I leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

At first, he was stunned by the advance; he remained frozen, kneeling in front of me, with his lips unmoving. But then I felt his body relaxing and his lips softening, molding with mine and moving together in perfect harmony. I wrapped my arms around his neck just as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me off the couch and into his lap, making me straddle him.

I felt his tongue gliding across my bottom lip, asking permission for entrance which I gladly gave him. As soon as my lips parted, his tongue was in my mouth, licking and tasting everything I had to offer. His kisses sent warmth straight to my core and I felt my desires pooling between my legs as I ground against his very active erection.

I heard a low growl from deep in his throat and I knew he was just as turned on as I was. My cheeks were probably as red as a cherry. He nibbled on my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it like it was the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered against my lips.

“Not here,” I said in return, wiggling out of his hold.

I smiled at his pouting lips as I stood and then I helped him to his feet. I winked at him, pulling him out of the living room and further down the hallway until we reached the guest room I’d been staying in.

His brows raised when I pulled him into the room and shut the door behind us.

Elliot was still breathless from our make-out session, but he took in the room around him, checking out the bedding, the dressers, and the vanity on the far side of the room. He admired the artwork on the walls and a couple of my easels on the other side of the room that I’ve been working on since I’ve been here.

It hasn’t been easy painting without a studio, but it was doable.

While he took in the entire room, I got busy stripping off all my clothes, including my bra and panties. I waited, standing behind him, until he finally turned to face me, taking notice of my nakedness.

His eyes immediately darkened as lust consumed him.

“Now, Alpha. I feel you might be overly dressed,” I teased, stepping towards him.

He let out al ow growl as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled flesh against him. I giggled as he brought his lips to mine and concurred my mouth with his. He sucked and nibbled on my tongue, bringing it deep into his mouth as he brought his deep into mine. He sucked on my lips until they were nice and swollen, then he pushed me onto the bed, so I was lying on my back and completely exposed to him.

He didn’t waste much more time; he kissed my inner thighs, nipping and sucking every corner he could before he completely devoured my center. I gasped as my desires spilled from me; I dug my nails into the bed sheets and panted out his name. My legs were quivering with pleasure as he teased and sucked on my clit. He nibbled the little nub making me explode all over him.

He brought his lips back to mine so I could taste myself on him and I couldn’t help but deepen the kiss. I ran my fingers down his body, wanting to strip him of all his clothes. He must have read my mind because soon, he was pulling his shirt over his head and then stripping himself of his jeans and boxers, flinging his erection free.

I licked my lips as I trailed my fingers down his incredible body. I wanted to make him feel as good just as he made me feel good.

I pushed him slightly so he could lay on his back. He put his hands behind his head and watched me as I kissed down his body. I made sure my eyes were locked on his because I knew he liked eye contact when I did stuff like this. Just when I was about to put him in my mouth, he stopped me.

“No,” he said, cupping my face with his hands. “Ride me.”

I raised my brows.

“I want you to get your pleasure,” he further explained. “Tonight is about you.”

My heart was touched by the sentiment, but I also knew that he would be getting just as much pleasure from me if I rode him anyway. I straddled his waist, and he watched me with a hungry gaze in his eyes. I positioned him at my entrance before I slowly sunk down onto him.

I moaned in pleasure as I threw my head back, feeling him deep inside me. I kept going until he was buried inside of me all the way. He moaned as he jerked his hips, making me take him even deeper if that was possible, and hitting such a sweet spot that made my legs tingle with pleasure. He gripped my hips, holding me in place for a moment and when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, he lifted me off him and then released me, making me slam back down onto him.

I moaned with pleasure as I lifted my hips and lowered them again. Once I found my rhythm, he jerked his hips, matching my rhythm. As I rode him, he played with my breasts and touched every part of my body that he could.

I could feel him swelling and twitching inside of me and I knew he was close. A pressure built at my core and I could feel the walls of my center forming and squeezing around his manhood. I knew I was close as well.

“That’s it, baby,” he gasped as we both quickened our paces. “Keep going. Just like that.”

“Oh, Elliot!” I gasped, feeling on the edge like I was about to explode at any second.

He reached between our joined legs, and I felt his fingers pinch my clit gently; that was all that it took for me to come undone on top of him. I let out a cry of satisfaction as I found my release. A couple of thrusts later he was joining me over the hill.

I fell on top of him, both of us gasping for breath.

He held me in his arms, kissing the top of my head and I could feel his exhaustion because it matched my own.

“Thank you…” he whispered sleepily.

“For what?” I asked in return.

“For giving me a chance,” he replied. I snuggled closer to him, not wanting to let him go. “I love you, Silver.”

I loved him too, but those words terrified me.