Chapter 13 - Silas
Silas pulled Elle into his arms before she could argue. The vision had turned her pale, and his wolf was howling at him to take care of their mate.
“I can walk,” Elle muttered, not sounding convincing.
“I know you can.” Silas took her upstairs and to her room. “But you don’t have to.”
He opened her door and gently put her on the bed. Elle dropped onto the mattress with a sigh of relief, as she stared at him suspiciously while he covered her with a blanket. “I’m not going to break,” she said.
“I know that too.” Silas sat on the bedside, struggling with the urge to push a loose strand of her hair out of her face. “But you just had another vision. You are allowed to rest.”
Elle did not say anything; she stared up at the ceiling. Then she whispered, “I lied about not seeing anything.”
“I know.”
“I need to tell you what I saw.”
“You don’t have to. Not if it’s too much.”
“It’s not that kind of vision.” Elle shook her head. “It was about my magic. About how to unlock it fully.”
“How?”
Her cheeks flushed. “The bond must be fully completed.”
Could she…. “You mean..?”
“Sex,” Elle said bluntly. “We need to have sex in order to unlock my full powers.”
The word hung in the air between them. Silas sensed his wolf spring forward, eager and possessive, but he shut it down. This wasn’t about what his wolf desired. This was about Elle, her magic, and giving her control over her body and decisions.
“Are you sure that’s what you saw?” He asked carefully.
“Completely sure. I saw it clearly. My powers will manifest fully as soon as the bond is established with sex. I will be able to properly use the visions to trace the trafficking ring, possibly even to know what is going to happen in the future, and not only the past.” She fiddled with her hands under the blanket. “It will make everything easier.”
Silas heard what she did not say. That she was thinking of going through with it in spite of how much she hated him.
Anything to help those women.
“Elle,” Silas said gently. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t. We will have to work out another method of tracing the operation. We shall take the information you have already provided us with. But I do not intend to sleep with you just because your power demands it.”
Elle sat up, her eyes hardening. “What if I want to?”
Silas’s breath hitched. “What?”
“What if I want my powers to manifest properly? What if I want to stop these traffickers? Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Of course you do. But I must know you’re making this decision for the right reasons.”
“The right reasons? What are the right reasons, Silas? Because wanting to save women who will be sold and tortured sounds like a damn good reason for me.”
“It is. But not at the cost of forcing yourself to have sex with a person you hate.”
Elle went quiet.
“I don’t hate you,” she said it so softly that Silas almost didn’t hear it.
His heart stuttered. “You don’t?”
“I want to. God, I want to hate you so badly. Everything would be much easier if I did.” Elle bit down on her lower lip. “But I don’t. I hate that you have deprived me of my choices and freedom. But, no. I don’t hate you.”
Silas did not know what to make of this. His heart was beating so fast that he thought he was having a heart attack.
“It has always been there,” Elle went on, her voice more steady. “Between us. Even when we were teenagers. I experienced it, that attraction, and I have been struggling with it all along because admitting it felt like betraying myself.
“Elle—”
“Let me finish.” She held up a hand. “I am not saying that I have forgiven you or that I am pleased to be forced into this relationship. But I am telling you that it is my choice whether we sleep together or not. I’m the one asking this choice.”
Silas stared at her to see whether she had doubts or hesitation. But her jaw was set, and there was a determined look in her eyes.
“Okay,” he nodded. “But I want you to know something. My wolf will desire to possess you. Mark you. Ensure you know you are mine in all the possible ways.”
Elle shivered. “I can handle your wolf.”
“But can you handle me?”
The question hung between them, loaded with meaning. Elle’s breathing quickened, her pupils dilating as she held his gaze.
“There’s only one way to find out.”
Silas moved closer, close enough for him to feel her breath on his face. “Tell me you’re sure. Tell me this is what you want.”
“I’m sure.” Elle’s voice was steady. “I want this. I want my powers and I—” she swallowed. “I want you. Even though I shouldn’t, it makes it all more complicated. I want you.”
That was all Silas needed to hear.
He bridged the gap between them and crashed his mouth against her.
The kiss was rough, needy, and filled with tension.
Elle kissed him as passionately as he had kissed her, her hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her.
When Silas tried to make the kiss softer and slower, Elle bit his bottom lip hard enough that it stung.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed against his mouth. “I am not a weak object that is going to shatter into pieces.”
Silas growled, grabbed her by the waist, and pushed her up the bed, making sure that he was hovering above her. Elle wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed herself against his hard length.
“Fuck,” Silas breathed. “Elle.”
“Stop talking,” Elle commanded. “Less talking, more doing.”
She was magnificent like this. Assertive about getting what she wanted. This was not the shy girl from those years ago. This was a grown woman who knew her worth, what she wanted, and she was not scared to ask. It was the sexiest thing that Silas had ever seen.
He leaned forward and used his teeth to scrape her neck. A moan fell from her mouth. Silas drew back a bit and pulled her shirt over her head.
“Fuckkk.”
Elle was curvy and voluptuous, with smooth skin that Silas could not wait to touch.
She had full, heavy breasts that were in a plain black bra.
Her belly had a little pouch and a softness that Silas found himself desperate to worship.
Her hips flared wide, perfect for gripping, perfect for holding onto while he—
“Stop staring.”
He raised his head and met her gaze. Her arms were wrapped over her body, like she wanted to hide.
“Why would I stop staring? You’re fucking beautiful.”
“I’m not—”
“You are.” He grabbed both of her hands with one of his and lifted them above her head. “You’re gorgeous, Elle. Every inch of you and I will make sure you know that.” He kissed her and swallowed her words. His free hand was wandering her body, touching the curves that he had long desired.
He slipped his hand beneath her bra and caressed her breast. Elle moaned into his mouth. “Silas.”
“I got you. I am going to take good care of you and make you forget your own name. “
She licked her lips. “Big promises.”
“I keep my promises.”
He released her wrists and watched her unhook it meekly, throwing it across the room. Her breasts spilled free, and Silas felt his wolf howl with satisfaction. Perfect. She was perfect.
He leaned down and caught one of her nipples between his teeth, sucking it as his hand squeezed her other breast. Elle arched off the bed, running her hands through his hair.
“More,” she demanded.
Silas moved to her other breast and gave it some attention.
Then he caressed that soft little pouch that made him feral, and popped open the button of the jeans she wore and gradually moved the zipper downwards, giving Elle the chance to tell him to stop in case she decided to change her mind. But she didn’t stop him.
Instead, she lifted her hips so that he could pull down her beautiful panties with her jeans.
Then Elle was lying bare under him, breathtakingly beautiful.
“God,” Silas breathed. “Look at you.”
Elle reached for his shirt. “You have too many clothes on.”
He laughed and pulled his shirt over his head. Elle stared at his chest, his abs, and the trail of hair above his jeans. He grabbed her hands when she touched his belt.
“Not today,” he said. “This is about you right now.”
Silas peppered kisses on her body. He kissed her stomach and the soft flesh of her inner thighs. He traced every line with his tongue.
Everywhere except where Elle needed him to touch.
“I swear, if you’re trying to tease me..”
“I’m trying to worship you.” Silas peered up at her from between her thighs. “But if you want me to stop…”
“Don’t you dare.”
Silas grinned and placed his mouth on her. Elle moaned loudly and ground against his mouth. He gripped her hips, while he continued to suck on her clit, figuring out what was making her gasp, moan, and scream his name.
She tasted like heaven. Like a fucking drug he would never get enough of.
Elle orgasmed as soon as he slipped two fingers into her wet heat, and Silas was quite certain that the whole pack heard her scream. He worked her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling and oversensitive.
“Holy shit,” Elle panted. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Natural talent,” Silas smirked, kissing up her thighs.
Elle laughed breathlessly. “Cocky bastard.”
“You love it.” He froze up at those words, but Elle didn’t say anything, just pulled him into another kiss.
“Shut up and take off your pants.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. A few seconds later, he was completely naked as well. Elle looked at him, wide-eyed, and Silas felt a surge of pride.
“We will make this work,” she sounded less confident.
“We’ll make it work,” Silas assured her and positioned himself between her thighs. “If anything hurts, let me know. Understood?”
Elle nodded.
Silas slowly pushed into her, allowing her to get used to his size. Elle was hot, tight, and perfect around him. He could hardly restrain himself. But this was his first time with Elle, and he intended to make it good for her. When he was fully inside her, Silas paused, letting her adjust.
“Okay?” His voice was strained.
“More than okay.” Elle moved her hips experimentally, and Silas groaned. “Move, Silas.”