Chapter 87

Silver’s POV

I wasn’t entirely sure what I was asking for. But I knew I needed to feel that connection with Elliot once again. I wasn’t prepared when he marked me the first time, but I was prepared now, and I was ready for him. Even though I couldn’t mark him back just yet and I didn’t fully have my wolf with me, I still wanted to feel that connection in every possible way.

I had a feeling a war was coming soon and there was no telling what was going to happen during or after this war. I was scared for the pack, but most importantly, I was scared for Elliot. He was the main target; he was the one Scott was going after.

His hands on my body felt so good. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and take deep breaths as I felt his fingers roaming across my breasts and tugging at my nipples. The soap was lavender and relaxed every single one of my senses. When we reached my core and I felt his fingers pushing inside of me, I gasped at the sudden intrusion but then I welcomed him.

He pressed his body into me, and I found myself pinned between his hard abs and the shower wall. I looked up at him and saw the dark look in his gaze. He was staring down at me with such lust that I couldn’t help myself. I ran my fingers across his washboard abs, loving how he felt under my touch. A slight tremble coursed through his body, and it made me smile knowing that I had the same effect on him as he had on me.

He brought his lips down to mine and I kissed him with just as much passion, if not more. Now it was my turn to seek refuge inside of his mouth. My tongue swiped across his bottom lip. Asking for permission to access, which he immediately granted. As he parted his lips, my tongue entered his mouth, and I felt the softness of his tongue embracing mine. I moaned into his mouth, my skin lighting up from the sparks of electricity that danced off my flesh.

I ran my fingers down his torso until I reached his lower half. His erection was huge and ready for me. My mouth watered at the very thought of it having him inside of me; of feeling that sudden connection and being one with the love of my life.

I started to stroke him gently as I kissed him; his kisses became lazy, and his breathing intensified as I pleasured him with my fingers. The soap made the perfect lubricant as I continued to stroke his length.

“Fuck, Silver,” he whispered against me.

I kissed him again deeply as I felt him twitching in my hand.

“I don’t want to finish like this,” he said almost hoarsely. I didn’t stop though; I wanted him to finish for me. He’s always careful to make sure I finish first, but this time, I wanted him to be the one to finish first. I wanted to take care of him like he always took care of me.

“Silver…” he tried to protest but by the time he finished saying my name, it came out like a moan, and I felt his warm seed spraying into my hand and on the ground of the shower. I smiled in satisfaction knowing that I made him lose himself just with my hand.

He growled as he kissed my lips deeply and I chuckled. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me back under the water. The hot water soothed my skin and relaxed my body. I watched the soap leave our skin and wash down the drain by our feet. His lips found mine and we kissed each other hungrily and greedily.

His cock found my entrance without his lips ever leaving mine and with one quick motion, he thrust inside of me. I inhaled sharply from the intrusion but immediately relaxed as pleasure overtook the sudden shock. I moaned as he thrust himself inside of me over and over again.

He kept me pinned against him and the wall of the shower as he slammed him inside of me. He pulled himself completely out before slamming himself back into me. His movements were so perfect that he continued to hit that perfect spot that made me call out his name repeatedly until I was breathless, and my voice came out as a whisper.

“Mark me again,” I begged him for the final time. “Please…”

He slammed back inside of me, and he remained like that as his lips broke from mine and he trailed down the nape of my neck. I could feel my core throbbing with pleasure, begging for that sweet release. He found that spot on my neck that he had once marked and he sucked and licked, sending shivers throughout my entire body.

I closed my eyes, feeling his pulsating inside of me; his cock pressing against my G-spot and making my core clench with need and want.

“Mine,” he growled, and I knew it was his wolf in control. His wolf was calling out to my wolf, even if he didn’t fully know it yet. They were mates; they were destined to be together and someday soon he would see that.

I felt his canines piercing my flesh, deepening the mark that was already there. I let out a howl, something that I didn’t know I had inside of me until this moment. He deepened his canines as he continued to thrust slowly inside of me. The sharp pain turned into intense pleasure and waves of it shot through my body. My legs began to tremble as my orgasm came in full force.

As he retracted his canines from the nape of my neck, I came undone, allowing my body to feel every rush of pleasure he provoked. With a few thrusts more, he came undone with me. I felt his warm seed spraying inside of me, coating my insides and branding me in every way possible, declaring that I was his and only his.

We remained like that for several minutes. We shared passionate kisses while he remained inside of me, holding me up and keeping me pinned between him and the wall. After we both got our bearings, he slowly slid out of me, his seed sliding down my legs in the process.

He kissed my forehead before he took some soap and a washcloth. He started to wipe my inner thighs until they were clean. Then, he turned off the water and took hold of my hand.

He wrapped a towel around my body first before he put a towel around his waist and then he kissed me sweetly.

As we left the bathroom, I quickly put on my pajamas, and he pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Both of us were quiet and lost in our thoughts. I was thinking about what was about to come in the unforeseen future. I worried that my brother to try and take me away again; I worried he might do something with my memory for the second time. I felt a fear like no other creeping up my spine and suddenly, I felt as if I was being watched. I glanced at the window with a frown; it was dark out and I knew there was no one there. This pack was safe, and Elliot would make sure that nothing bad happened to me. But then why did I feel so unsure?

The knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. Elliot opened it and greeted the maid who was sent to bring us food. She put the trays of soup down on the table on the far side of the room before leaving.

“You should eat,” Elliot told me.

I nodded and was just about to walk over to the table and do just that when a sharp pain in my temple stopped me. I cried out in pain as I fell to the ground, clutching my head as if it might explode.

I could see flashes of lights in front of my vision and my entire body trembled in agony. It didn’t make any sense; it wasn’t the full moon yet so why was this happening to me all of a sudden?

“Silver!” I heard Elliot yell as he rushed towards me. I felt his warm hands around my body, trying to provide me with soothing comfort, but the pain was too much. Tears burned in my eyes as more lights flashed in my vision.

This was different though; usually, I could see the scents of those I was looking at or those I had looked at. But this one was different, it was like I was seeing someone else’s scent. Someone who wasn’t here in front of me.

This scent was dark red, a color I had never seen before. It was almost maroon. If red meant power, I wondered what maroon meant.

The colors began to shift as it continued to flash through my vision, and it turned into the form of a man that stood in front of me. It was almost ghostly.

I let out another whimper as I tried to focus my attention on the man, trying to figure out who or what it was.

He bent down and reached his hand out to me, and I screamed in horror at the sight.

What was happening to me??

“It’s time for you to come with me, Silver,” the voice said in a deep and very familiar voice.

I gasped as the lights became blurry again and then went away. I realized I was on the ground with my knees pressed to my chest and tears were streaming down my cheeks.

The lights in my vision were gone and my head was no longer aching. Elliot kept his arms wrapped around me as he whispered soothing things to me. I lifted my head off the ground and peeked up at him through my tear-filled eyes.

“Elliot…” I cried. He held me loosely and kissed the side of my head.

“I’m here; it’s okay,” he whispered, holding me close.

I shook my head as I sobbed.

“No, it’s not,” I cried. “It’s not okay.”

“What’s wrong? What is it?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.

“It was Scott…” I sobbed. “It was my brother. He’s coming.”