Page 204 of Silver Elite

Anticipation flutters in my stomach when I walk toward the officers’ quarters later that night. The jeans I’m wearing are the ones that belonged to Betima. I still think of her often. I didn’t know her as well as I would’ve liked, but I know she didn’t deserve to die.

Cross opens the door and greets me with one of his mocking smiles.

“I was hoping you’d be naked.”

I snort. “You wish.”

“Desperately.”

“Successful op?” I ask as he lets me in.

“Very. We found a Faithful camp in the hills near D.”

“They’re working with Reed?”

“Well, they have supplies they could’ve only gotten from the city, so I assume the answer to that is yes. I don’t want to talk about it, though.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t want to talk at all.”

And then his mouth is on mine.

Are you Wolf?I want to ask as he kisses me.Are you? Are you Wolf?

I’m not suicidal. I can’t just blurt it out, not without a plan. But the idea that I could be kissing Wolf right now elicits a thrill. A rush of joy I didn’t see coming.

The realization hits me hard and fast.

Iwanthim to be Wolf.

So badly. Because other than Uncle Jim, Wolf is the one person I trust most in this world. I don’t want him to be a voice in my head anymore. I want him to be this living, breathing man. Muscle and flesh and bone and a beating heart beneath my palm as I press it to his chest.

He walks me into the bedroom. His shirt comes off. My clothes follow suit. His pants. He throws me on his bed, downright feral.

“I think about you every second of the day,” he mutters, kissing my neck. “It’s a weakness.”

I dig my teeth into my lip. “I don’t want to be your weakness.”

“Too late.” He rises on his elbows, his blue eyes piercing into me with such intensity, I start to look away, because it’s the kind of intimacy I can’t reciprocate.

Normally he lets me avert my eyes, but not tonight.

Tonight, he cups my face with one hand, his strong thumb keeping me in place while his other hand reaches between us to grip himself.

“Look at me,” he says.

Once our gazes lock, he brings the broad head of his cock between my legs.

“Look at me while I do this. Just one time, Wren.”

I bite my lip again, and his thumb slides up to unsnag it from my teeth, smoothing out the seam.

“Don’t hide from me anymore.”

For a moment, I let myself believe I’m peering into Wolf’s eyes. I melt beneath him, and we both moan when he pushes himself inside me. My legs wrap around him, and soon we’re moving together in perfect unison. We’re so in tune with each other.

“It’s never been like this with anyone,” he admits.

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