Page 146 of My Forbidden Alpha

“I won’t take long, darling. Please don’t shut me out,” Mama pleads. I bite my lip, my eyes close as his finger finds my clit and rubs it tantalisingly, sending shooting sparks up my body, his dick still buried deep in my pussy.

“M-Mama, please, I’m already undressed, I-I won’t be-” I almost gasp when Elijah begins moving inside of me slowly, my eyes widening. He sucks on the tip of my ear, making me shiver. “I won’t be long… just let me shower first,” I breathe. I hearMama sigh.

“Okay… please come find me when you’ve showered. Aunty Amelia’s coming for dinner too. She heard you’re back.”

“Okay, Mama, I will,” I promise, my eyes rolling back in my head as Elijah fucks me slow and sensually.

“I love you, Scarlett,” Mama whispers. Even in my pleasure-filled state, I can hear the genuineness in her voice.

“I know, I love you too,” I reply, trying to focus on Mama and, at the same time, trying not to scream out in pleasure as Elijah picks up speed. My cheeks are flushed and I’m unable to hold back a soft moan. Elijah clamps his hand over my mouth, both of us listening until Mama retreats down the hall.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it, Kitten?” he whispers in my ear as he begins fucking me hard and fast. I can’t speak. His hand continues its assault on my clit, the other still firmly over my mouth, muffling any sound that escapes me.

Everything is gone from my mind, I can only think of the way he is fucking me and the pleasure that I feel. One of my hands reaches behind, gripping his thigh, the other on my breast as I twist and pinch one of my nipples.

The sensation of pure ecstasy I am feeling consumes me. My back arches, letting out a muffled scream against his hand as an earth-shattering climax tears through me. My release knocks Elijah off the edge and he reaches his own release before he lets go of my mouth, instead wrapping his hand around my throat. I turn my head, my lips meeting his in a rough, bruising kiss.

“You’re a fucking sex doll,” he whispers, his tongue stroking mine. “And you’re mine.”

“Same back at ya. But I never knew you liked to play with dolls,” I tease breathlessly, trying to get my breath back. He pulls his now flaccid cock out of me, still holding me against him, and caresses my stomach.

“I like to play with this one,” he murmurs huskily. He lowersme onto the bed, leans over me, and kisses me. I inhale deeply, liking the masculine scent that comes from him, and it only makes me want to pull him closer. There is nothing about him I don’t like. The t-shirt he hadn’t removed is slightly damp from sweat and I kiss his neck sensually.

“I don’t know what to do, Elijah. I don’t want this to end, but do you really think we can continue this now?” I ask quietly.

“Being back here shouldn’t change your mind.”

“Yeah, and even after seeing Mama marked, if you think-”

“What?” Elijah interrupts, his eyes sharp as he stares at me.

“Mama… Dad’s marked her,” I say, my stomach twisting. Fuck, he didn’t know.

His heart is thudding as he jerks back and gets off the bed as if he has been electrocuted. His eyes darken and I feel the surge of his aura fill the room.

“What the actual fuck,” he mutters, pulling up his jeans on his way to head to the door.

“Elijah, calm down. You can’t storm out there reeking of sex and me,” I say, my heart thundering. I had been ready to say that I want him, no matter what, and that I am ready to make this work if he thinks we can. “Elijah, can-”

The sound of a door shutting greets me. Slowly, I sit up, pull my knees to my chest, and rest my head on top of them, closing my eyes. It hurts, the way he just left me so suddenly. I feel used and empty. Maybe this is a sign that we are not meant to be.

A Son’s Rage

Elijah

Scarlett’s words echo in my mind as I barely manage to put on some fresh clothes because she’s afraid someone will learn of us, which I really fucking don’t care if they do. I want the world to fucking know she’s mine.

My hands are shaking with rage as I try my best to not break every fucking thing around me.

I leave my room, slamming the door viciously behind me as I yank my top down, storming through the mansion with one aim in mind.

Find my fucking father.

My anger rages around me like a hurricane, festering within me like poison that burns my very insides, growing stronger with each passing second.How could he do this?

I barely notice Indigo as she moves out of my path, but I’m too consumed in following his scent until it leads me to the kitchen, where he is holding Jessica, kissing her neck sensually. Something that makes me sick.

Fucking asshole.

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