Page 105 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Why what?” he asks as he kisses my neck sensually, his cock hardening as it presses against me. I bite back a moan, trying to focus on my words. Although I want his lips all over me, I want an answer too.

“Why aren’t you angry? I owe you an apology, but instead you’re just brushing it under the carpet,” I murmur. His stunning cerulean eyes gaze into mine.

“Your anger and suspicion were justifiable. I’ve always fucked around. I change girls quicker than I change shirts. You’ve been around me growing up; you know it all,” he states, his eyes softening.

“What was the big deal if I ended things? I accused you and didn’t even give you a chance to explain yourself,” I admit, sighing. “I’m just another fuck too, right?” I ask softly. My wolfseems to get upset at that, but the words left me before I could stop them.

“You’re way fucking more, Red,” he whispers, turning his gaze away from me. He suddenly tenses and moves off me.

My heart pounds at the words that had just left his lips, my stomach a mess of butterflies. He sits at the edge of the mattress, his long muscular legs in his torn jeans sprawled out in front of him.

He runs a hand through his silky locks, sighing softly. “I don’t believe in love or mates, but you’ve fucked me up. I don’t know when… I don’t know how, but you’ve become a fucking addiction that I crave day and night, and I don’t just want sex.”

Each word he speaks makes my mind spin. That husky tone mixed with his intoxicating scent, and then the words he is speaking have rendered me speechless.

“You’re all I can think of, Scarlett, and I don’t know what the fuck to do about it,” he breathes, his eyes meeting mine, almost as if he’s uncertain of how I’ll react. Almost hesitantly.

Those gorgeous blue eyes of his are filled with raw emotion. His Alpha aura is ever-present despite being reined in, yet I don’t see a big cocky alpha before me, but a young man who is trying to make sense of his emotions, trying to express what he is feeling. And for someone like Elijah Westwood, who never believed in love or mates, it’s an entirely new ball game.

As much as I find it unbelievable, not wanting to believe those words that sound like a dream, I know he is not lying. The small things he has done in the last few days since he has come back are enough to show me that he cares.

I don’t know how I got so lucky, or why someone like him would fall head over heels for me, but he does.

“I’m sorry… for being a bitch and not listening to what you were trying to tell me,” I blurt out, not knowing what more to say. I have liked him for the last two years and these feelings areonly getting stronger, and with his confession it only excites me and also terrifies me all at once. I fear losing someone precious to me all over again. Elijah raises an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his eyes. “What they tried to do to you was fucking wrong. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven,” he hums, “but are you just saying that to avoid what I just told you?”

“No, of course not,” I deny, rolling my eyes. Elijah smirks, leaning closer to me, his eyes trailing up my breasts, lingering on my lips, before looking into my eyes.

“Oh yeah? That smells of a lie to me.” He inhales deeply, his eyes glimmering cobalt blue again.

“It wasn’t a lie,” I murmur, leaning away from him. But he only moves closer, his arms on either side of me trapping me, his intoxicating scent filling my nose.

“You don’t need to say anything back. I just wanted to let you know that I would never betray you. No matter who the fuck comes in front of me, I would never be able to do that to you.” He places a soft kiss on the corner of my lips.

I smile slightly, despite the thumping in my chest.

“Goddess, who thought you could be so good with your words?” I mumble, tugging him by his shirt as I drop back, my head hitting the pillow as I pull him on top of me, causing a sexy smirk to tug at his lips.

“I’m good with a lot more than just my words, sweetheart,” he counters huskily. Licking his lips, his tongue piercing glistens, only adding to the ache that has settled in the pit of my stomach.

“Then how about you show me what else you’re good with…” I whisper seductively, running my hand down his chest, down his chiselled abs, going lower until I reach his thick hard shaft. I bite my lip knowing with his girth when I take him that it is going to hurt, but I want this, all of him.

His eyes darken with carnal lust at my words. The look he is giving me makes my pussy throb. He searches my eyes, almost as if looking for a hint of uncertainty from me, but I am as certain as I can ever be. His lips come down upon mine. Claiming them in a rough yet passionate kiss that ignites the start of an endless flame of pleasure deep within us both.

Oh, how I’m ready to feel every part of him against me.

Goddess, it’s really happening. I’m about to get down and dirty with him.

I’m ready for Elijah Westwood to take whatever he wants from me.

Giving Me Her All

Elijah

No matter how badly I want to fuck her brains out, I don’t want to push her into anything prematurely; I need to know she one hundred percent wants this. Even with desire swirling between us, I still search her eyes for a moment, for any hint of doubt in them. Seeing none, I lean in and claim those lips in a deep, sizzling kiss, one that consumes me entirely.

She wants me and I want her. Nothing else matters for now. The worry and concern are gone. We are not stepbrother and stepsister but two souls who share a connection that we cannot put into words. That is enough for me.

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