“I can sense how you feel,” he says, his voice low. “Sometimes the truth trickles from your lips. And even if you are trying to convince yourself otherwise, your wolf believes that, as well, doesn’t it?”

My animal shrinks inside me, but it doesn’t deny anything.

“Alex,” I begin, but he shakes his head.

“I don’t need you to explain anything to me. I don’t blame you for how you feel. I just want to change your mind. I want you to know how precious you are to me. And I know you’re somebodyfor whom words will always be meaningless. I’ve learned that about you, and I understand why.”

I study his expression, feeling lost.

I love him. I know that much.

Even if it is too soon or too quick, I know what my feelings for Alex are. But he’s right. Maybe a part of me is still clinging to the belief that he wouldn’t be with me if I weren’t the Silver Wolf.

My wolf has grown quiet, subdued. But my resolve hardens.

I take Alex’s face firmly in my hands, my tone hard. “I chose you, Alex. I could have gone elsewhere. I could have simply run away. But I chose you because you made me want to take a risk with my heart. Yes, sometimes, when I’m bitter or mad about something, the thought does strike me, but I know it’s not true. You’re not that type of person.”

I take a deep breath, trying to sort things out in my head. “I’m sick of all the misunderstandings. I’m here now. I’ve spent my whole life struggling with one thing or another, Alex. Now, I want to be happy. You make me happy. I am here because I love you. I have a happy life with you. I don’t want us to spend our time constantly second-guessing each other.”

Alex has a blank expression on his face. “Say that again?” His voice is hoarse and filled with disbelief.

“Which part?” I ask cautiously.

“The part where you said you love me.”

I feel heat bloom in my face. “I—Well, I do. I do love you. As much as I think I can love somebody. I know I want you to be happy. That’s why I want the people you care about to be safe.”

Alex lowers his head, and I wonder if I’ve said something to upset him.

When he finally lifts his gaze to meet mine, there’s a lost look in his eyes. “I didn’t realize. I didn’t want you to regret coming all the way here with me. I’ve been so busy trying to make sure you didn’t that I wasn’t paying attention to anything else. I thought if I tried to initiate something, if I tried to sleep with you, you might think I’m trying to push the mating mark on you when I haven’t even courted you properly, the way you deserve to be courted.”

It doesn’t escape me that he hasn’t said he loves me, too. But can I really expect him to feel the way I do? I push the troubling thought aside and say, “I want this relationship to progress, Alex. It’s not like I have a ton of experience, you know. You make me feel safe and happy, and that’s important to me. You’ve proven that you care about me, over and over again. I know we’ve had some hiccups here and there, but I’m tired of dragging things out.”

I’m done with talking. I never knew I could be so bold, but I move toward him. It’s my turn to kiss him now.

He’s frozen in place, and I wonder if I’m doing it wrong. A streak of embarrassment pierces me. Flustered, I try to pull away, only for Alex to push me back down onto the bed as he takes charge. His mouth moves against mine, changing the clumsy nature of my kiss into something deeper and more intense. His handsseize mine and pin them on either side of my head, rendering me immobile.

Alex’s tongue stabs through my lips, tasting me, tracing every inch of my mouth, sucking on my tongue as I mewl helplessly underneath him. I didn’t expect him to push me down and take over like this, but my heart flutters at his touch.

Memories of our one night together flare to life, but they soon fade into the background as Alex takes both my wrists in one hand and uses his now free hand to rip open my blouse. He plants wet kisses on my jawline, taking small bites along my skin. His tongue is hot and wet, leaving a trail of blazing heat behind.

It’s incredible how his touch can make my skin feel like sparks of electricity are flying off it.

His hand reaches my breast, and he squeezes. My back arches, and without a second thought, I wrap my legs around his waist. The top of my head hits the bed frame as Alex’s hot mouth takes in my nipple. I can feel my muscles tighten as he sucks and teases with his tongue, making me shudder.

He’s taking his sweet time, tasting my skin, marking it like he did back in Oakrest. Only this time, I can feel the nips of pain as he drags his mouth around my breast, covering every inch of it. I flex my legs around Alex’s waist and can feel his hardness pressing against me. Of course, given our position, it’s pressing on the most sensitive part of me, and a quiet gasp escapes my mouth as he thrusts his hips forward.

“A-Alex,” I moan, experiencing blinding, white heat.

He does it again, releasing my wrists and moving his hands to the waistband of my pajamas. He tears them off in one swoop before lifting my ankles to settle on his shoulders. When his hands pull my thighs open, my eyes widen. “Oh, shit. What’re you—”

I don’t even get to complete the question because his mouth presses against my pussy, and I throw back my head with an audible groan when I feel him pierce me with his tongue. His movements are frenzied as he eats me out. It’s such an odd sensation to feel his tongue wiggling inside me, but when he presses his thumb against the tiny bundle of nerves, I let out a cry of pleasure, stifling any further sounds with the back of my hand.

I didn’t remember how intense this felt.

As Alex plunders me with just his tongue and fingers, I muffle my cries. He’s pushing me over the edge so easily, and time after time, he brings me to orgasm in his mouth. My chest is heaving, but he gives me no leeway, as if intent on shattering me tonight.

My hips now move in tandem with his tongue. In and out. He’s destroying me, and I can’t stop it. I’m completely at his mercy, and the very thought has me gasping in wanton need. The moans leaving my mouth are only broken sounds.