Chapter 15

Silver’s POV

My heart was racing as I stared up at Elliot. Was he really the owner of this art gallery? Did that mean he was the one who sent me the invitation for the auction?

My mind was whirling with different thoughts as Elliot turned to see a pale-faced Barret as he shrunk under Elliot’s scrutiny.

Leo appeared by my side, and he took it upon himself to calm the growing crowd around us.

“Rest assured, Alpha Elliot is the owner of this gallery and Miss Silver Stormwind is his wife. If you disrespect her, you disrespect him as well. Please, resume your activities and pay us no mind,” Beta Leo ordered, his voice having a sense of authority over the crowd.

The crowd murmured excitedly as they gazed at me and then at Elliot.

“He must be the one in her paintings!” Someone in the crowd said to the others.

“It makes so much sense now!” Some else cooed.

With curious whispers and glances in my direction, the crowd departed, and the music resumed.

“I… I had no idea she was your wife, Alpha,” Barret said, keeping his head lowered. “Please accept my apologies.”

“Apologize to my wife for your blatant disrespect, Mr. Anders,” Elliot said, his voice bitter.

Barret looked at me and I could see the fear behind his gaze.

“I’m sorry, Miss Stormwind, please accept my apology.”

I didn’t respond; I was too stunned to speak.

“Good, now get out. You’re fired,” Elliot said, turning his back toward Barret.

I gasped and Barrett stammered backwards.

“But Alpha—”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Barret. Leave before another scene is caused.”

Without another word, Barret left the cocktail party.

Elliot motioned for one of the gallery workers to approach us and when she did, I recognized her immediately from the auction.

“Please take my wife to get changed. I know there’s extra clothes upstairs,” Elliot ordered.

“Yes, Alpha,” she said, motioning for me to follow her. I gave Elliot a brief look before following the worker upstairs and into a bedroom. I didn’t know this gallery doubled as a home as well and I wondered who lived here.

She rummaged through the closet and uncovered a gorgeous black dress, but it was a little too revealing for my taste and I felt a little strange putting it on. The dress was completely backless, and it revealed a little too much of my cleavage.

The worker looked at me with satisfaction though, so I swallowed my embarrassment and followed her back down the stairs and to Elliot.

When he saw me, his eyes darkened, and I saw a look of desire crossing his face as he took in the new dress. I thought he was going to be upset that I was showing off so much of my cleavage like Gavin would have been, but a small smile spread across his lips as he closed the gap between us.

“Dance with me,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling my flesh against him.

My heart leaped in my throat as I gazed up at him. The music had slowed down, and the lighting dimmed slightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to pull me toward the dance floor where others were dancing with their partners as well.

As we danced, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of protection in his arms. The way he was looking at me made my cheeks flush and I was no longer feeling embarrassed about the dress. His warmth enveloped me, and I put my face against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart as we danced around the gallery.

I’m not sure how long we danced for, but I felt nothing, but ease and I wanted this moment to last for a long time.

Elliot bent to whisper in my ear, “Would you like to return home?”

Home.

That sounded nice coming from his lips. It wasn’t just his home anymore… it was our home.

I nodded against his chest and peeked up at him through my lashes.

“Yes,” I answered.

We returned to the mansion; Elliot’s lips were on mine before we even got to our bedroom. He lifted me in his arms, and I kissed him with a hungry passion, never wanting to stop kissing him. His lips were sweet and soft against mine, moving in a familiar rhythm that made my heart sore and my core gush with need.

I felt my dress loosen as he undid my straps, leaving me in just my bra and panties. His lips trailed down the nape of my neck, sucking on a specific spot that sent incredible chills down my spine. I couldn’t help but shiver against him as he paid extra attention to that soft part of my neck.

Elliot kicked something on the ground, and he froze to look at it.

I gasped.

I completely forgot I left that painting in here! I went a little risqué last night when I couldn’t sleep, thinking too much about this cocktail party. One thing lead to another and I made a painting…

I should have hidden it in my studio when I had the chance. It was hidden under a sheet and propped against the wall, so I had a chance to hide it from him, but he was faster than I.

“What’s this?” He asked as he reached toward it.

“Wait, don’t—” I tried to stop him, but he was too fast and lifted the sheet.

His brows rose at the painting I did of him completely naked. Surrounding his nude form was a halo of red which blended nicely into the setting sun and pale blue skies behind him.

He glanced over his shoulder at my very red and embarrassed face.

I had no idea what to say, so I hung my head shamefully.

“Is this part of your exclusive collection?” Elliot chuckled.

“I… uh—”

Before I finished my thought, Elliot's lips were back on mine, and he was kissing me deeply. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth and twirled it around with my tongue.

“Such a bad girl…” he murmured against my lips.

My heart was racing, and all traces of embarrassment were completely gone. He lifted me off the ground and placed me on the bed before him. He stood before me, watching me wiggle under his scrutiny as he undid his tie and then took off his shirt. My mouth watered at the sight of him.

I just wanted to reach out and touch his washboard abs. I wanted to feel every inch of him beneath my fingertips.

With a sparkle in his eyes, he also undid his pants and kicked them aside. The bulge in his boxers made my heart skip a beat.

He reached around me and unclasped my bra without a second thought before he positioned himself between my legs, pulling my panties off as he did so. I had never been this exposed to him before. When we had sex the first time, we were too drunk to remember much of anything, and the second time was a heated moment of weakness in my studio. It hardly counted as anything.

But now, I was completely naked, and he was fully aware of my body. He could see everything and the way he was looking at me made me wiggle uncomfortably. Yet, heat was surrounding my lower abdomen and I found myself wanting him so much more than I ever had before.

I grabbed a blanket, wanting to hide myself from his scrutiny, but he grabbed the blanket and tossed it aside.

“Don’t hide from me, Silver,” he said in a sultry voice that made my body even hotter.

Without another word, he buried his face in my core and his tongue pleased me to a point where I was screaming out his name. My legs tingled with pleasure as I dug my nails into the bed sheets. Moaning, I let him take me to new heights again and again until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Pleased with himself, he kissed me deeply, allowing me to taste the evidence of my pleasure on his lips and tongue. I kissed him hungry like I couldn’t get enough. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, loving the sparks that ignited my body from touching him and feeling him against me.

I didn’t even realize he removed his boxers until his large erection was pressing into my center. I gasped at the fullness and then allowed my body to relax and welcome the pleasure as he thrust himself deep into me.

“Oh, Elliot,” I moaned as he quickened his pace.

His lips crashed into mine and for a moment, we breathed as one unit. I had never felt this connected to someone before and I wanted more of him.

Without thinking, I pushed him slightly and he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I straddled him and moved my hips rhythmically against his, chasing my own pleasure.

I threw my head back as his lips and teeth found my breasts. He nibbled on my body like I was his favorite snack, leaving tiny bite marks and hickeys along the softest parts of my flesh. These weren’t mating marks, but they were something that showed others that I belonged to someone; that I was a taken woman.

Just as I was pushed over the edge in sweet bliss, Elliot came undone with me and I fell on top of him, both of us catching our breaths.

He rolled me over, so I was lying facing away from him in bed and his arms were wrapped around me as he spooned me from behind. Neither of us had the energy to get dressed. I was exhausted and my eyelids were becoming impossible to keep open.

Elliot peppered soft kisses on the back of my shoulders as sleep took over. But just before I fully fell asleep, that soft voice echoed in the back of my head once again, “Mark him…”

How could I mark someone as powerful as Elliot? Especially without a wolf? \

Would he even want me to?

I wondered, at that moment, what Elliot was thinking.