Chapter 47

M y skin is sweaty and my heart is thrumming in my chest when we get back to the place where we discarded our clothes. Some of the pack just went home while others came back to get their garments.

Azure pushed me out for some festivities, but I feel alive. I didn’t think it was possible to find more family outside of my coven, but after tonight I think I’ve made the right steps with the pack.

Silas and I are dressing, the other shifters around are the only reason I don’t jump his bones right now. He smirks, like he knows it. Man is too good looking for his own good.

“Let’s go home,” he says, tightening his flannel jacket around me as we walk over to his bike that I somehow haven’t been on the back of.

He gets on first, and I wrap my arms around him tightly, taking in his scent and the feel of his body pressed against mine. He hands me a helmet, and I put it on, even though I place a safety enchantment over us in hushed tones.

Silas starts the engine and squeezes my thigh.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” I reply with a squeeze as he drives us into the night.

It’s freeing and fun, but doesn’t come close to how it felt to shift and run tonight. The moon shines ahead of us, the sign of a new beginning as he pulls up to the house. I no longer need to hide his bike as he parks and I hop off and hand him the helmet.

“Can I show you something?” he asks and I nod, taking his hand in mine as we walk around the side of the house to the backyard.

My mouth drops as I take in the gazebo he built alongside my father. He painted it purple to match the house and added lights.

“Your mother spelled the lights,” he says as we approach and I step onto the gazebo, where I notice the blankets and pillows waiting for us.

I cast a spell so we aren’t eaten alive with bugs as Silas sits and I straddle his lap, running my nails against his beard and looking into his eyes.

“Thank you for this.”

“Had to keep myself busy or I would have gone crazy. Thorin was already halfway there.”

“I never?—”

“You didn’t do anything, Violet. All that matters is you’re here now, you’re in my arms, you’re you again.”

“Do you really think you could have made zombie me fall in love with you again?” I joke and he smirks.

“I had plans in place. Maybe some hexes, some impromptu trips to the courthouse. I would have made it happen,” he says.

I keep touching his face because he’s pretty, and I missed him.

“What now?” I ask.

“Honestly? I need my fucking mark on you again, Vi. I don’t think I can wait.”

I smile at his impatience, only because I feel the same way. His large hands are spanning my waist as he holds me. It almost feels reminiscent of the first time we bonded, our wolves having their fun and leaving us with the fallout, but this time it’s less charged. It’s softer and more intimate.

Especially as we sit in the gazebo he made, the full moon glinting against the lake as the frogs bellow and the peaceful fall air surrounds us.

“Now what kind of wife would I be if I said no?”

“A cruel one,” he says.

I lean forward and his lips meet mine, his hand on my ass as the other tangles in my messy hair.

He moves me over his jeans, his cock hardening as he slides his flannel jacket off my shoulders. His touch is warm and comforting and I don’t know how I could have ever lived without feeling his touch again.

I know what to expect now, and I’m not scared. I’m eager. Even after the hell we’ve been through, being able to relive one of the best moments of my life is priceless.

I shift my hand between us, unfastening his pants as he shimmies them off his hips. I laugh as he unsuccessfully takes off his pants, and I stand.

He pushes up my shirt, kissing my stomach, and I toss it off my head, before he unbuttons my pants and pushes them down my legs. Silas kisses my lace-covered pussy, before dragging his tongue over the material. He has a momentary loss of control as he grips the side of them and shreds them in half.

He grips my ass, bringing my center to his face, holding me at the juncture of my thighs and cheeks. He lavishes my clit with his tongue. I rake my fingers through his hair, keeping him where I want him. He moans and I realize he’s stroking himself while touching me, which only makes me even more turned on.

My legs tremble and he holds me in place while I nearly tug on the dark strands of his hair.

A whimpered moan falls out of me as he sucks on my clit, sending me over the edge. I shiver with my release as Silas pulls his pants off, using his feet to toss them in the corner.

He holds my waist as I sit back on his lap, my wet pussy sliding against his hard cock.

“You were pretty confident we would end up here tonight, huh?”

His hands cup my face, our gazes locked in on one another.

“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is we’re here now. Let me bond with you again, let me be the husband you deserve.”

“You already are,” I tell him, bringing our lips together.

The same butterflies are still there, even after all this time and sacrifice.

His hands leave my face, holding me up as he slides himself into me. I unbutton his shirt, sliding my hands over the broad expanse of his chest as I slide down his length.

There’s no comparing our two bondings, but this feels more intimate, more purposeful as Silas’ eyes meet mine, nothing but love in his golden gaze.

“Mark me over the scar,” I tell him and he glances down at my neck.

I want to take this awful thing and make it beautiful again. I slowly ride him as I push all my hair to the opposite side, giving him my neck.

Silas is barely hanging on beneath me, and I know the moment he knots me I’ll be done for.

“You’re mine, Vi, in this world and the next,” he says, his tongue licking a stripe up my neck as he thrusts from below, pushing his knot into my entrance.

I scream my pleasure as he sinks his teeth into me for the second time. The euphoric feeling of the bond taking place again and the way he fills me up perfectly is almost too much.

I’m whimpering as he ruts me from below, licking the spot he just re-marked and I push through the exhaustion and do the same for him. Marking him in that same spot I claimed not so long ago.

Relief floods through me as I feel our previously severed connection.

His knot is still in me even as his cum threatens to spill out and he holds me close.

I rest my head on his chest and he soothingly rubs circles on my back.

Never in a million years did I see myself here. Never dreamed the first boy I kissed would end up being my last. That the man who was supposed to be my enemy became my everything. Yet, here we are.

“What now?” I say, pulling back.

He smiles, his eyes slightly hazy with lust. “We live the life we always dreamed of,” he says.

I stroke his face and press a quick kiss on his lips.

“I can live with that.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

My first friend, the boy I used to love, is now the man I love unabashedly.