Page 109 of My Forbidden Alpha

I look down at her, not missing the way her chest rises and falls. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I push those thoughts away and place a cocky smirk on my lips.

“So, was fucking Elijah Westwood everything you dreamed of?” I ask teasingly, stroking her sexy ass. Goddess, I love her ass. I want to fuck her bent over and see it move as I pound into her. My dick twitches at my dirty thoughts and I internally shake my head, trying to focus.

Now is not the time, but I will fuck her in every way possible. I will make sure of that.

“No,” she answers, pushing me away as she sits up, wincing slightly. I raise an eyebrow as my gaze runs down her bare back, about to call her out on that because we all know I do it best. But before I can, she looks at me over her shoulder and gives me a small smirk. “It was way better.”

I smirk, watching as she gets off the bed and looks around.

“Damn, there’s nothing to clean up with,” she murmurs.

My eyes trail over her delicious body, and my eyes flash when they land on her pussy. The sight of my cum leaking down her thighs makes me throb hard. I growl, sitting up. I grab my shirt and toss it at her.

“Clean up with that,” I command, turning my head away.

“What’s wrong, handsome? Not getting turned on again, are you?” she asks teasingly, I glance back at her as she wipes her legs with my shirt before she bends over teasingly, slowly on purpose making me swear when I get another view of that pussy full of cum. She picks up her discarded jeans and her G-string, of which I have no idea how I destroyed it or when.

She sighs “I liked these.” She tosses them at me and I catch them, my eyes on her ass as she teasingly wiggles her hips, shimmying into her pants, her back to me.

My eyes blaze and I stand up, closing the gap between us, I tangle my fingers into her hair and tug her head up and gaze into her gorgeous eyes.

“You’re treading dangerous waters, Kitten,” I whisper. She has unleashed a beast within me, taking me to heaven andbeyond, opening a door to unmeasurable pleasure. I crave her and I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my desire if she so openly tempts me. She smirks sexily, her chest rising and falling hard.

“What are you going to do? Punish me?” she whispers softly, her hand running down my abs defiantly. My eyes flash as pleasure courses through me and before she even realises what’s happening, I push her up against the nearest wall. She moans, her eyes glimmering with lust as my hand tightens around her throat.

“If that’s what you want,” I murmur.

“Fuck yes…” she breathes. My hands wrap around her waist and I pull her against me, my lips crashing against hers in a rough, passionate kiss, ready to show her what a punishment from me means.

A loud growl and the sound of something shattering downstairs brings us out of our heated moment. Our eyes meet for a second before we part and quickly move away to get dressed. I pull my jeans on and clasp her bra for her, kissing her shoulder. And it is just when she is pulling her top on that the door is thrown off its hinges to reveal a livid Zidane, his murderous eyes a dark green. The air around him is potent with his urge to kill.

I growl menacingly, the intense urge to protect ripping through me and I push Scarlett behind me, my eyes flashing dark cobalt. Zidane’s eyes scan the room, the smell of sex is strong in the air, and he obviously knows what we were doing. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but that should have calmed him, but instead he stalks over to us.

“Stay the fuck away!” I snarl, my eyes murderous. Zidane looks at me coldly, anger rolling off him in waves. “What the fuck is your problem?”

He tries to step around me, but I block him again until I feelScarlett place a hand on my bare back, stepping out from behind me.

“What do you want?” she asks coldly.

He doesn’t reply. His gaze falls to her neck, a flash of what may have been relief flitting through his eyes. A wave of unease and confusion flits through me. What is he checking exactly? It’s almost as if he doesn’t want me to mark her. Does he think I’ll try to claim his pack?

Zidane steps back. “What do you think you’re doing with my daughter?” he growls at me, and I raise an eyebrow.

“What I didn’t want to do with your bitches. Now get the fuck out of my sight,” I snap, hating the way the man acts like a fucking dickhead.

“Watch your tongue, kid,” Zidane hisses. “And what are you doing in this hell house? Didn’t I give you accommodations?”

“We were looking around,” Scarlett says, watching as Zidane’s eyes seem to settle on the small scratches her nails had left on my neck during our lovemaking. A spark of curiosity in his eyes makes that nagging feeling inside of me grow stronger.

Something is wrong, way fucking wrong. His anger seems to have vanished, replaced by a psychotic, almost excited smile. His gaze has gone back to the scratches on me. They should have begun healing but they haven’t. Has he noticed?

“Indeed, carry on. Just return to the mansion for dinner.” With that, he turns and leaves the room as if he didn’t just fucking break down the door. Scarlett and I exchange looks.

We need to get out of this pack. I think we need to step back and figure out what’s our next step,I murmur through the mind-link.Something is really off with the guy.

I get where you are coming from, but… Elijah… this is my pack. Look at the state of this place,she replies through the mind-link, motioning to the room.When I livedhere, I never saw this place. We were locked up in the mansion, home tutored. If we ever left, we were heavily guarded and only one stop at our destination, then back home. It was always the same men guarding us, too. We barely saw anyone else. We were kept hidden away, abused and beaten too, within an inch of our lives. Now that I’ve seen the reality of this place, I can’t just leave and do nothing.

I wrap my arms around her. I fucking hate that bastard for ever hurting her.

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