Amy X Silver Novels & Stories

Amari replied with a smile. Alexander suspiciously eyed her as they both moved towards the center of the bedroom. Amari held eye contact with Alexander while she cracked and stretched her fingers. Ever since she developed an immunity to silver, her strength had returned. She prayed she wouldn't hurt Alexander too bad. He was a proud wolf and she prepared herself, knowing that defeat would hurt his feelings. "On three," Alexander said, putting himself in a battle stance. "On three," Amari agreed with a nod of her head. "One..."

Not even when they discussed her cycle like a breeding chart. And that… disturbed him more than he could articulate. Xavier had expected fear. Or at least discomfort. Most women in their world learned early how to wear a mask. But this one? She didn’t even blink. Her stillness wasn’t practiced—it was engraved. She wasn’t hiding her thoughts. She wasn’t thinking anything at all. She had been emptied out. Conditioned, no doubt. Raised for this moment like a lamb raised for slaughter. The thought turned his stomach. But the worst part?

She looked panicked, as if I were about to hurt her. Peter's expression soured as he glared at me. "What are you up to now?" I didn't utter a word in response and tried hard to control the slight tremor coursing through my body. In the next moment, I took off the engagement ring I had once treasured more than anything and slid it onto Sammy's finger. All I had to say was, "Congratulations on finding Sammy again. I'm just returning what doesn't belong to me anymore."

Jax moaned on the other side of me, his dick swelling in my hand and then bursting, showering my other hand with cum, shooting it so far it left ropy strings all over my chest. I cried out, shuddering with astonished delight, my pussy clamping down on their Silver’s fingers, a delicious flutter that spread outward from my pelvis in pulsing waves. My tongue darted out to lick Jax’s cum off the tip of his cock and he smiled. “Bad girl.” Jax looked at Silver, who was watching us with great interest, a hungry longing in the eyes behind his mask. “You know, buddy, she may need two men around just to keep her out of trouble.”

she glares at the screen, shaking her head. Don't care, I'm not your friend. So sissy, can I day him? Knock yourself out You mean let him knock her out.” Amara teases, laughing a little too hard at her joke. I don't plan on laughing but the louder her laughter gets the bigger my smile grows. “Bye,” Silver rolls her eyes, unphased by Amara's joke or maybe it went over her head. “I have to go shopping and book flights. Love you”

I informed him. I expected Mr. Silver to be shell-shocked, but he wasn’t, and that worried me a little. “You are not surprised,” I observed out loud. “No, and that is because I found out that she has been playing games with me for years,” Mr. Silver responded coldly. “My worry now is Alexa,” he said. I nodded in agreement. “How do we get her to see Donald Shell for who he is?” I asked Mr. Silver.

“I haven’t been this certain of anything since...well, since forever. That night in the woods, you walked hand‑in‑hand with me deeper into shadows I’d lived with my whole life. That cabin...I built it before I even knew what I was building it for. Every plank, every nail was waiting for this. For you.” Trixie’s eyes glistened. “Ryker...you’re going to make me cry.” “It’s okay.” He gently tilted her chin up. “But I’m not done.” His fingers left her and he folded out of bed, moving with quiet intention to the foot. He pulled aside the stack of blankets and reached below the mattress. He returned, holding a small wooden box—dark cedar, carved with a full moon, marigold petals, and a wolf’s head

But then I reached a certain age where I had the liberty of choice and I willingly chose to stay behind. Needless to say, my sisters never liked that idea. They always retuned high on victory with proud glints in their eyes. Being the daughters of the Alpha of the Silvermane Pack, it was unheard of that they went into battle and lost. And they always found a way to rub it in my face. The thoughts remained as I trotted to the little river dividing the fields, staring down into it. My wolf stared back at me with a calm knowing, a silvery white furry phantom that I sometimes wondered how I was a part of. An inherent shield that turned into the most comfortable shell whenever I needed to get awa

Immediately, I showed the file to Sable. “Alpha Rayan Saxe. Interesting name. What do we know about Silver Valley?” she asked. “I’ve never heard of Silver Valley. Let’s look it up.” I said as I started clicking away at the laptop. After a few minutes, we located some cursory information about Silver Valley. The Alpha there is Rami Saxe. He is the first-born Alpha there. Rayan is the second born, which I already knew. “I don’t see anything that stands out. They support their pack with masonry. They are settled near a quarry. They even have a website where you can order. If he is on the straight and narrow, then maybe we should look into some of his products.” I said.

If only I had the talent to paint, I would have definitely painted this image Silver showed me, especially those dark amber eyes that were both deadly yet kind. “Finally…” Mac smiled, caressing my cheek—Silver’s cheek. Inside us, I could feel his erection growing and growing and we were already wet enough for our arousal to trickle down our core. There was something unspeakably different about this. “Do it…” Silver said, her voice erotic enough to be declared illegal in all of the United States. “Claim me…” Mac let out a growl and claimed our lips again, this time rough and demanding and holding nothing in. Gone was the gentle wolf dealing with his mate’s human counterpart.