Page 59 of Savage Wolves

Evander doesn’t respond to me right away and instead rests his elbows on his knees and hangs his head. I stare at him in silence, waiting for him to gather his thoughts. I can’t hear them, but the weight around him is enough to sync on to me.

“I’m sure he was only trying to help as an ally. I wish I could tell you things have been shit, Eliana, but I like Isaac and the Blackshell pack. They’ve been good to me. It’s been a couple weeks, and in Shadow Moon, it feels like forever. I didn’t expect to see you again. I had to come to terms with that. I’m sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you. I wanted a future with you and the others, but...I don’t think there’s room for me. You’re pregnant. You have so many who are ready to give you everything you want. And me? I don’t have anything to give you.” Evander rubs his hand over his head, still refusing to look at me. “I’d give anything to have been able to resist the call of my alpha and have been able to stay with you, but it just wasn’t in the fates. You’re better off anyway.”

Anger shudders through me, my tears burning on my eyelashes. They spill to my cheeks, leaving warm trails on my skin.

I grab his shirt, yanking him to meet my gaze. I’m not going to allow him to stare at the floor as he breaks my heart. He needs to face me head-on. I deserve as much.

“You’re not a psychic, nor do you know what is best for me. You say I’m better off, but you don’t even know anything. You made a promise. If you want to break it, then fuck you. But don’t you dare try to put me and what you think is right for me as the reason, Evander. I wanted you. I still want you.” I search his dark gaze, capturing him with my eyes. A flash of gold lights his irises, and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, tightening his jaw. “I want you to come with me and get off this island. I don’t want to raise my children here, and I need you. I need you on my pack and by my side.”

Something shifts in his features, and he breaks his stern expression. Evander reaches up and grazes the pad of his thumb across my damp cheek, smearing my tears.

“Leaving Shadow Moon isn’t possible for any of us, Eliana. We can’t just go.” Evander leans closer, his voice softening as if I will snap if he speaks any louder. “But maybe Isaac will give me permission to visit your pack still. I just...there’s no way anyone is going to ever let me be with you. I don’t want to get my hopes up. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have. It’s hard. It might drive me crazy not being able to have you anytime I please.”

I puff out my bottom lip. “Evander, I don’t want to drive you crazy. I just—”

“It’ll be worth it. I’m so afraid of breaking your heart. This has been killing me. I thought I could keep pushing forward, but then seeing you coming onto the yacht and then when I thought something had happened to you—I need to figure shit out. I need to be by your side. I just don’t know how to resist the call of my alpha of my pack. It’s so strong. It’s as if I’m a puppet sometimes, but it’s not as bad as it sounds.” Evander licks his lips, shifting his gaze down to my mouth and back up to my eyes again.

Without saying a word, I know he wants to kiss me. He wants to remind himself of what it’s like to be together. And I want to give him that. I’ll give him anything he wants. If I can show him how much I want him too and show him what life can be like with me, maybe he will be able to resist his alpha. Maybe he’ll change his mind and believe me about knowing that we can get out of here.

Maybe if I can claim him as my own, I can change how things are. I can change him. His wolf will be able to fight the pull of his pack, and he will be unable to resist me.

So I kiss him. I brush my lips to his, caressing our mouths together, just teasing him, testing him to see if he’ll let me continue or if he will push me away. He groans softly, shifting his hand to my shoulder and up to lace his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me even closer to him.

“We’re going to make this work, Evander. You have to trust me. Believe in me. We are a pack.” I think the words to him, opening a mental connection that allows him to feel me on a soul-deep level. My wants and needs—my suddenly hot desire as my inner wolf awakens and begs for attention only Evander can give me.

“I want you to be mine,” I add, whispering the words against his mouth. I slide my tongue between his lips and deepen our kiss, enjoying the sweet taste of his mouth.

“And you mine,” he responds, grabbing at the hem of my shirt to yank it over my head.

I gasp as he breaks away from my mouth and kisses down my throat and over my clavicle until he sucks one of my nipples between his lips, flicking his tongue across my sensitive skin.

I massage my fingers into his shoulders, arching my back and encouraging him to continue. Tingles blossom over my skin. I squirm as my lust overpowers me. I want to know what it’s like for him to be inside me. I want to know if it’ll hurt in a good way, considering how big he is. I wonder if he’ll prove he was meant as an alpha or if he’ll be by my side as my companion and protector, my confidant and friend. My lover and my strength. It’s thrilling not really knowing what to expect the moment he enters me.

Evander kisses his way down my torso, pulling off my pants and underwear at the same time. He shifts my leg and gets between my thighs, watching me as he uses his fingers to part my folds so he can flick his tongue over my clit and suck it into his mouth. I moan and scratch my fingers into his shoulders, the sensation driving me wild. My body hums with pleasure, and I can’t stop thinking about wanting him to flip me over and fuck me hard and fast until I forget everything that happened today. I want it to just be him on my mind. I need to make sure that I linger on his forever.

“Not until you come,” Evander thinks to me, restraining me by my legs. “Only then will I give you what you want. I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll beg me to carry you. Bent over, on top, sitting. Whatever you want.”

A wave of lust pours over me as Evander thinks about everything he wants to do. His wild side awakes, and he sends me an imagine of what I look like to him in this moment, my body exposed and dripping. How hot and sexy I am to him.

“You like that, don’t you, Eliana?” Evander’s voice hums over my body as he speaks the words out loud, flicking his tongue harder and faster.

I nod in agreement, squirming as I try to find relief. My body builds with a pleasure so intense I feel as if I will explode at any second.

“Maybe I’ll make you wait until you come a second time. I like seeing you squirm. I like hearing your thoughts.” Evander lifts me higher, curling my body some so he can get a view of my face.

I meet his gaze, staring at him from beneath my half-closed eyelids, my lashes shadowing my vision. I don’t know if I can handle him making me come over and over with his mouth. I want more. I want to feel him inside me.

“Or maybe I’ll just stop. Prolong the anticipation instead.” Evander slows and kisses my thigh, stopping short of my orgasm, keeping it just out of reach.

I grab for his hair, trying to guide his head back to my clit, but he resists, a smile crossing his face. With two fingers, he slowly plays with my folds, exposing my clit and putting enough pressure on it with his middle finger to send me flying against the bed with my back arching. He’s teasing me now.

“Evander.” His name comes out as a soft plea on my lips, my wolf getting restless as he withholds my pleasure. I’ve never seen this side of him, and it’s hot. He’s showing his control, but not in a way that makes me feel inferior. It makes me feel just on the edge of something mind-blowing.

“Do you want more?” Evander draws a slow circle with his finger, the pressure more intense than before. “Tell me.”

A whimper escapes my mouth, my need stealing control of my mind, making it hard for me to even think. I stretch my arm, trying to touch myself, needing to finish. I can’t stand it much longer. I’ve never felt so damn horny in my life.

He snatches my wrist and pulls my hand away, not letting me even try. “Tell me you want to come.”

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