Epilogue - Silas #2
Silas felt love flood through him, so intense it nearly brought him to his knees.
This woman. This incredible, strong, compassionate woman who’d forgiven him for his past cruelty, who’d trusted him with her heart, who was carrying his child and offering him unwavering support for whatever path he chose.
“God, I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too. Now take me home. I believe we have socialized enough for the day.”
Silas grinned. “Tired?”
“Exhausted. And I would like to have you all to myself.” Her cheeks tinged red. “I have plans for you, Alpha.”
“Plans, huh?”
“Very special plans,” Elle affirmed in a low voice.
They said their goodbyes and left Sara in charge, and as soon as they walked into their house, Elle pushed him against the wall, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was all heat, need, and barely restrained desire.
Silas kissed her back, with just as much passion, his hands wandering all over her body, rediscovering each curve, every change pregnancy had made.
Her breasts were fuller and more sensitive.
Her hips were slightly broadened. And she had that lovely bump in her stomach that told the world that she was carrying his child.
“Bedroom,” Silas said between kisses. “Now.”
By the time they got to the bedroom, Elle was completely naked, and so was Silas. Elle gently pushed him to the bed and crawled into his lap. “I want you.”
“You have me,” he gripped her hips. “Always.”
He pushed up his hips until only the head of his cock was inside her. He tried to take it slowly, but Elle rolled her hips against him.
“Silas, I swear to God, if you’re going to treat me like a piece of glass, I will murder you in your sleep.”
“You’re pregnant. Do not want to harm you, or our child.”
“The pack healer told us that we could have sex the way we want to. Especially at this stage in my pregnancy.” She leaned forward and nipped at his ear. “So, fuck me like you mean it.”
“Elle—”
She tightened her inner muscles around him, and whatever restraint Silas was holding on to disappeared into thin air.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Then die happy,” Elle smirked, then gasped as Silas surged up and flipped their positions, putting her beneath him.
“You want me to stop holding back?” Silas asked, his voice rough with desire, love and need. “You sure about that?”
“Yes, totally sure.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass. “Give me everything, Silas. All of you.”
So, Silas did. He thrust himself deep into her with long strokes that made Elle gasp and arch beneath him. Gone was the tender, tentative care he had been using ever since she told him she was pregnant. It was replaced by pure primal passion.
“Fuck, you are so wet. You feel so good,” he groaned, his balls slapping against her ass. “So perfect. So mine.”
“Yours,” Elle whimpered. “Always yours.”
Silas dropped his hand lower and gave her ass a quick spank that caused her to scream. Her nails tore into his back, leaving marks that he would wear proudly.
Skin slapped against skin, the sound interrupted only by their gasps and moans.
“Harder, “ Elle demanded, and Silas complied, increasing his pace until they were both panting.
He slipped a hand between their bodies, finding that bundle of nerves that always drove Elle wild. She cried out, her inner walls clenching around him in a way that made Silas’s eyes roll back.
“That is it. Let go, love. I’ve got you.”
“Not yet,” Elle gasped. “Want you with me. Want us to come together.”
Silas smiled and kissed her passionately, pouring all his heart into it—love, desire, gratitude, and awe. He did not deserve her. She had forgiven him and given him a second chance, which he had never deserved. He would spend his entire life making up for it.
Their bodies were now in such sync that they were able to predict every change, every demand.
“Turn over,” Silas ordered as he pulled out.
Elle pouted at the loss, but rolled over on her hands and knees. Silas groaned lowly, admiring the view—her curves, the roundness of her stomach at this angle, and how her body opened up for him.
He slowly thrust into her, both of them moaning at the feeling. The angle allowed him to explore further and touch other areas.
Silas gripped her hips tightly, his fingers sinking deep enough into her skin to leave marks. Her heat produced a wet, obscene sound that made him even harder.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he said, looking down at where their bodies met. “So perfect. Mine. All mine.”
“Yours,” Elle said, meeting his thrusts. “Mark me. Claim me. Show me I’m yours.”
Silas’ hand came down on her ass in a sharp smack that made Elle cry out. He soothed the sting immediately, his hand gentle now, kneading the flesh.
“Again,” Elle demanded.
Silas complied and alternated hitting and caressing her until Elle was shaking under his touch.
“I’m close,” Elle gasped. “So close.”
“No, not yet. I want to see you.”
Without pulling out, he gently rolled Elle on her back, thrusting slowly this time. He watched every gasp, every expression, every flutter of her eyelashes.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. More than anything. More than I thought possible.”
They maintained eye contact as the bond between them grew stronger. This was more than sex. This was two souls coming together, two lives becoming one.
“Come with me,” Silas said, his thrusts turning more desperate. “Let me feel you, love. Let me know you’re mine.”
“Always,” Elle gasped. “Always yours. Now and forever.”
His hand found her clit and massaged it, watching Elle come in no time, with her mouth wide open and no noise except repeating, “I love you,” as her orgasm shook her entire body.
Silas followed her over the edge, his release so powerful it nearly whited out his vision. He buried himself deep inside her, filling her, claiming her, loving her with everything he had.
Then he slowly pulled out, drawing Elle closer. She rested her head on his chest, one hand covering his heart.
“That was...” Elle seemed at a loss for words.
“Yes.”
They laid in peaceful silence, with his knot holding them locked and their breathing evening out. Silas gently rubbed Elle’s swollen belly, smiling.
“Do you suppose the baby would know?” Elle giggled.
Silas chuckled. “I hope not. That would be traumatic.”
“Well, they had better get accustomed to it. I am not planning to quit due to the fact that I am pregnant.”
“Good,” Silas said, and kissed the top of her head. “Because I have no plan of keeping my hands off you in the next five months.”
Elle leaned back and looked at him lovingly. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we? All three of us.”
“We will be more than okay.”
Lying there with his mate in his arms, their child growing well and their bond pulsing with love, Silas believed it.
They had been through hell together. They had fought against enemies and beaten tremendous odds. They also fell in love and built a family from the ruins of their past.
Whatever came next—whether it was leading a task force against trafficking, raising their child, or just living their lives day by day, they would face it together.
“I love you,” Silas said one more time, because he’d never get tired of saying it.
“I love you too,” Elle replied. “Now and always.”
Now and always. Silas liked the sound of that.
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THE END