Chapter 26: In His Arms

A new power, a greater magic than she’d ever felt, flowed through Silvana.

Her eyes glowed fuchsia and she clenched her fists, ready to roar with raw strength. Lightning snapped and sparked off the symbols and at her but she was completely unaffected, and the lightning fazed out as wisps of purple flames surrounded her.

She held both hands up and with all her might, she repeated, “Tu Fui, Ego Eris!”

The incantation meant: I was you; you will be me.

These ancient words as old as time itself had been made by primordial lovers from her family tree who refused to be separated.

The stone door cracked with pink light, then turned to rubble.

Silvana saw Bruce laying on the metal table with a tray of surgical supplies beside him.

“Bruce!” she called out, her voice loud and strengthened enough through magic to cause an echo that rumbled down dust from the cellar’s ceiling.

She sprinted to her mate and possessed with her newfound magic, she tore him out of his shackles.

Her eyes returned to normal, her nose started to bleed, and she heard a high-pitched screeching in her ear.

What had happened to her?

Bruce rose from the table and hugged Silvana, rubbing her back and kissing her head, bringing her as close to him as he possibly could.

“Are you okay?” Silvana asked, squinting an eye closed as her headache increased. She dabbed the blood from her nose with the sleeve of her shirt.

“I am now that you’re here,” Bruce said, tracing his large, burned finger across her cheek and to her ear, guiding strands of hair behind it.

“You’re hurt,” Silvana said, observing the burn marks from the lightning across Bruce’s wrists, palms, and fingers. They looked like snaking red lines that had been embedded across his skin.

“No, I’m alright,” Bruce assured.

His wide smile was something Silvana missed, and despite the ringing in her ears and the wobbliness she was feeling, she tugged on the back of his neck and brought herself up to his lips, and locked onto them with hers.

“I’ve never seen you like that,” Bruce huffed between kisses.

He was shirtless and Silvana felt every muscle of his abdomen that she hadn’t seen in over a week.

“It was new for me too,” Silvana said, shaking her head. “I just--”

She stammered and lost her train of thought.

“You just what?” Bruce asked, putting his protective arms around her.

Silvana teared and said, “I just thought about how I need to be with you, and I was filled with the most extraordinary power I’ve ever felt.”

Bruce wiped a falling tear away, then kissed the side of her head. Her hair smelled refreshing and intoxicating, and he knew he wanted to wake up to that scent every day for the rest of his life.

“Why are you down here?” Silvana asked, placing a hand over Bruce’s heart just to feel it beat.

Bruce’s voice was warm and loving when he said, “Silvana, I’ve had plenty of time down here to figure out what to say to you when you got here.”

Silvana looked up at Bruce with shallow breaths and open eyes.

Bruce slid his hands down to the back of Silvana’s legs, then hoisted her up to him, settling her spread legs over his solid crotch.

Silvana put her arms around his neck as they gyrated, and with her headache suddenly gone she moaned, “So what did you decide to tell me?”

Every problem the two had were slipping away into nothingness, and they knew that in this moment together, there was nothing more important than them being together.

“I decided,” Bruce said, carrying her up the cellar stairs and into the house, “that actions will speak louder than words.”

“Oh Bruce,” Silvana panted, her whole body aching with desire. “You’ve been down there for so long. We need to get you fed and--”

Bruce threw Silvana down onto her bed. It squeaked and Silvana quivered with exhilaration.

Bruce kicked off his jeans, climbed onto the bed and over Silvana while his manhood pulsed, and whispered in her ear, “The only thing I’m hungry for is my mate, Silvana.”

Silvana reached into the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a condom. She sexily bit the corner of her lower lip as she tugged off Bruce’s boxers and fit the condom onto Bruce as he throbbed hard and stiff.

Silvana felt herself getting damp as Bruce’s fingers savoringly unzipped her jeans.

Bruce stirred his hips and teased her with his tip before pulling down her pink thong, throwing it and her jeans off the bed, and ripping open the flannel shirt she was wearing.

Buttons from the shirt flew off and scattered upon the floor, and Silvana unhooked her black bra and tossed it out of sight.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Silvana gasped, gripping the sides of Bruce’s muscular arms as he continued to tease her, sending jolts of overloading anticipation through her with each arousing trace of his erection along her core.

“The only thing that kept me alive down there,” Bruce whispered while gliding his lips along Silvana’s neck, “was the thought of how much I love and adore everything about you.”

The two locked their hands together, and with a tender push, Bruce inserted himself inside Silvana.

Silvana’s breath left her body as Bruce settled all the way in.

She welcomed his bigness and shook with charged passion as he made love to her, holding her hands in his and feeling completely like one.

“Bruce,” Silvana moaned, “I love you.”

She was entranced by his thrusting length, and it was as if he was dipping up by her belly, like he had grown just ever so more at hearing her express her love.

“I love you madly,” Bruce said, continuing to go in and out, slowly, and with burning desire.

He kept his hands tight on hers and almost out of nowhere, after having been built up and waiting for so long, Bruce finished inside of Silvana with a hot growl of pleasure, and Silvana’s explosive orgasm made her shudder with thrilling eagerness. She tingled from the warmth of the condom filled with Bruce’s climax.

But the two weren’t close to being done.

They had made sweet love and were both smiling with ecstasy, but they still needed to fulfill each other’s most primal desires.

Silvana pushed Bruce onto his back.

“My turn,” she said, sitting on top of him.

He tore off the spent condom and put on a fresh one.

Silvana tossed her hair back, and with her body begging for more, she rested her moist and shimmering sex onto his cock.

“Oh baby,” Bruce said through a ragged breath. “Just like that.”

It was as if Silvana was weightless on top of him, and she leaned back slightly and placed her hands on his strong-as-brick thighs. She loved seeing his face twist with yearning satisfaction as she rode up and down on him, her supple breasts bouncing in his cupped hands.

Soon the feeling swam up between her again, and she spasmed and shouted out in delight as her orgasm took her from head to toe.

She craved even more of him.

Bruce pounded upwards while Silvana thumped her body down, and the two shook the bed, scraping its legs against the wooden floor as the bedframe loudly creaked.

Silvana guided Bruce’s big hands around her hard nipples, and he squeezed and then cradled her juicy ass, reeling back a hand to slap it so hard it shook, propelling Silvana on him with even more surging lust.

They both felt another orgasm coming, and at the same time, in complete unison and synchronized, they both moaned, “Baby, I love you!” and then entered a frenzy of bliss.

This time, Silvana pooled at the bedsheets under Bruce’s hips, and Bruce’s condom could hardly contain his eruption.

The lovers caught their breath, then went right back to it, losing track of time as they were captivated by each other’s embrace.

It wasn’t until it started to get dark that Bruce sprung from the bed.

“I need to leave,” he said, tossing his clothes back on.

“No, don’t go babe.”

“Silvana, I’ll be back. I’ll always be back and be there for you. But you deserve to know that your father is the one who captured me and put me in the basement.”

Silvana wrapped the sheets around her and got out of the bed.

“He did?” she stammered.

“I can’t believe it,” she said, realizing his journal had been true. “I’m so sorry.”

Bruce kissed her hard on the lips and said, “I would never hold you accountable for his actions, so there’s no need to be sorry. He’s a sick man who thought the Silverclaw line could save him. Maybe it can, but he was going to kill me on the full moon.”

Silvana was speechless and just clasped herself to Bruce’s chest, suddenly feeling awful in a way she hadn’t ever before. How could her father betray her like this?

“Dad looked me in the eyes and told me he didn’t know where you were,” Silvana murmured, her heart so broken she felt numb, like she couldn’t even cry if she tried.

“He’s sick and desperate,” Bruce said, “And while I don’t trust him after what’s happened, I sympathize with the fact that he’s hurting so much he would need to lie to you.”

“I have to go with you,” Silvana said.

“And you will. But not tonight. It can’t be tonight, on the full moon. We’re all going to transform, and full moon werewolves can be feral. They need me to keep them in check.”

Bruce looked in Silvana’s shining green eyes and said, “And I need the pack to keep me in check, because if the werewolf inside me saw Solaris during the full moon…”

He shook his head.

“I need to be far away from him so I don’t mistakenly do something outside of my control. Please understand.”

“I do! I do understand. And I’m so sorry you’ve been put in this position by my father.”

Then, headlights shined through Silvana’s bedroom window.

“He’s home,” Bruce snarled. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the sensation of the full moon.

The noise of Solaris shutting his car door made Bruce want to howl, and his fingers started to grow into claws.

Solaris hobbled towards the house on his cane, and Bruce opened Silvana’s window.

Moonlight radiated off Bruce’s muscular body, and his short brown hair began to grow, as did his rippling muscles. Halfway out the window, he took a final look at Silvana.

His eyes sparkled silver and he howled at the moon with such intensity that the glass panes of Silvana’s window shattered.

“Bruce! No!” Silvana shouted.

But he had already jumped to the ground, fully transformed and hulking, right in front of Solaris.

The full moon shining down on the two, Bruce howled to the sky, his silver coat of fur standing up like spikes.

Solaris dropped his cane, fell to the dirt, and screamed.

Bruce lunged forward.