Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

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-"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

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.