Page 160 of My Forbidden Alpha

I look down at my plate, suddenly losing my appetite. Mama and Dad fill Grandma Amelia in as we continue eating. Elijah’s completely silent now, and so is Indigo.

I contribute when I’m asked a question, but the weight of my mark and our parents’ bond weighs down on me like an anchor tied to my ankle dragging me to the bottom of the ocean where I cannot breathe.

What isn’t even half an hour feels like hours, and when Mama asks me to go get the dessert, I leave the room quickly, taking a few of the dirty plates with me, relieved to get out of there.

“I’ll help,” Elijah states, standing up, much to Grandma Amelia and our parents’ surprise. I glance back, feeling scared that they’ll figure it out. This is all so complicated.

Indigo wrinkles her nose and looks disgusted but says nothing, and I’m grateful for that, especially after she saw us in the bathroom. I don’t want her making a comment which might make this all even more suspicious. Fuck, she almost caught us. We need to be careful.

I take out the hot, freshly baked brownies and begin cutting them into small, equal-sized squares. Elijah enters the kitchen, closing the door behind himself. I turn in time to see his eyes on my ass.

“What are you doing here?” I ask quietly, turning back to the brownies. He places the dishes down and walks over to me until he is standing behind me, his hand slipping under my dress, settling on my ass.

“I came to tell my girl that the food was amazing,” he says softly, making me smile. His hand travels dangerously lower and I bite my lip as pleasure zips through me.

“Elijah…” I say breathlessly, my core clenching.

“Yes, Kitten?” he whispers, bending down and kissing theside of my neck, making me shiver.

“Someone might come in. Stop,” I remind him, although I make no attempt to move away. Smirking, he steps closer, tapping my ass lightly.

“If we weren’t werewolves, I would take you right here, but the smell of your arousal would be a dead giveaway,” he whispers huskily.

He removes his hand from under my dress and instead wraps his arms around my waist. My eyes widen as I look up at him. He gives me a small smirk.

“I can be a gentleman,” he says, giving me a charming smile that makes him look dangerously sexy.

“I guess you can. So does my handsome gentleman want to taste my brownies?” I ask, taking a small gooey piece and turning in his arms.

“If my doll feeds it to me,” he counters, opening his mouth, that sexy tongue piercing flashing. I smirk.

“You can be really cute sometimes,” I whisper, placing it in his mouth. He takes it, tugging it free from my fingers. Bending down, he brings it towards my lips, making me blush as I gaze into those amazing eyes before they dip to his lips that hold the brownie piece.

I lean up and bite into the other half of it, my lips grazing his. My heart thuds, my eyes flutter shut, and my entire body tingles as pleasure wraps around me. His closeness, his scent, his touch, it all drives me crazy. The taste of chocolate mixed with each other’s sweet tastes only makes it more addictive.

He kisses me softly, our mouths full of chocolate before moving back slightly, he swallows his half and licks his lips as he watches me eat my half.

He then bends down and licks my lips slowly. He slips his tongue into my mouth, causing a moan to escape me, and the next thing I know, he has me lifted onto the worktop beside mybrownies, kissing me passionately.

His hands are on my thighs as he leans over me. My entire body ignites with fire as I arch my back, pressing my chest against his; I kiss him back when suddenly the sound of the door handle turning makes us tense. Our eyes fly open as I quickly jump off the worktop and Elijah backs away, our hearts still racing. He wipes his mouth swiftly just as Mama pops her head in.

“Scarlett, is everything ok?” she asks. I don’t turn towards her; my lipstick is a matte red, but I still don’t trust the fact that my face will be completely clean.

“Yes, I just need to cut the blondies,” I say, reaching for the second tray.

“Okay.” Mama glances at Elijah, who just stands there not even looking towards her. “Elijah? Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” he says shortly as I begin cutting the blondies. I see Mama nod at Elijah from the corner of my eyes and give him a small smile. The moment she leaves, I turn around.

“We need to stop doing this; we were almost caught by Indy first and now Mama?” I say in a hushed whisper, hurrying over to the oven and crouching down to see if my face looks okay in the glass oven door.

Elijah walks over to me and takes me by my shoulders, turning me around as he makes me stand in front of him. He brushes his thumb along my lips, wiping off any crumbs and smeared lipstick.

“I know… and I know you need time. We’ll take it slow. I’ll try to be careful, but that isn’t easy when you look so good.”

“Mm, thanks. There’s just a lot going on. That also means you can’t go around going bat-shit crazy on anyone who compliments or checks me out. Like you did with Liam!” I say, rubbing a hint of red from the corner of his plump lips.

“Oh yeah? I think it was valid. He needs to stop flirting withhis Luna,” Elijah growls, his eyes flashing blue. My eyes widen in shock, his words ringing in my ears.

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