Page 23 of My Forbidden Alpha

Through the lust-filled haze, I am not completely into it. Sure, it feels fucking good, and she is sexy as hell, but something is missing, something that is not letting me lose all control and drown in her tight pussy.

Focus, Elijah.

I try to focus on the pleasure, try to chase my release as I grab her thighs.

I keep my eyes trained on her, watching her tits bounce, looking down at my cock squeezed into her when suddenly the image of Scarlett riding me flashes through my mind. Her lush, thick thighs straddle me, her ass hitting my thighs as I pound into her. Her hands squeeze her breasts that are covered by a sexy lace red bra, her smooth creamy skin completely fucking flawless, and her head of lush red locks tilts back whilst she’s biting those plush sexy lips.

A sharp jolt of pleasure rushes through me and I freeze in shock at the explicit image that has filled my mind. What the fuck is that?

“Ouch! Elijah, you’re hurting me!” Fiona whimpers, grabbing onto my wrists. I blink, pushing the vivid image from my mind and look down to see Fiona clutching onto my wrists, as she’s fruitlessly trying to remove my hands from her thighs. My eyes widen slightly when I realise my fingers are digging into her, so consumed by that vision in my mind that I didn’t even notice.

“Fuck, sorry!” I let go of her instantly and look at the bruises I have left behind.

She smiles weakly, shaking her head. “I’m fine,” she whispers, smiling as she places her hands on my chest, she begins thrusting down on me once again, but even that small amount of pleasure I felt isn’t doing it anymore.

I feel as if I’ve been doused in a bucket of ice water. I grab her wrists, and remove them from my chest, not wanting her to touch me. Suddenly, I feel repulsed. Grabbing her by the waist and lifting her off me, I drop her pretty unceremoniously onto the bed.

I sit up; I can’t do this. She just isn’t doing it for me and the damning realisation when that image crossed my mind has made the feelings and thoughts about Scarlett crystal clear. Not only do I find her smoking hot, I want to do her even if she is my fucking stepsister.

“Babe… is everything ok?” Fiona asks, gently placing her slender hand on my bicep, and I tense.

“Don’t,” I warn, my voice dangerously cold. Fiona freezes, removing her hand instantly and I suddenly want to wash every touch of her off me.

“S-sorry…” she stutters. “I… I don’t know what I did wrong…” A tense silence falls between us, and I run my fingers through my curls, exhaling slowly as I lower my head for a moment.

We have been on and off fuck buddies for a few years before I left for alpha training. Whenever I would visit, we would get it on. Many had thought, and hoped, that we would turn out to be mates, which wasn’t the case. It was something that had upset her. I still remember that Blood Moon where she had rushed to see me only to find out that we weren’t fated.

It didn’t bother me, but her devastation was written all over her face. But despite that it didn’t stop her from fucking around with me whenever I wanted. Maybe she hoped for more, thatmaybe we would become a serious couple and I might choose her as my Luna.

But it is common knowledge that I don’t believe in the mate bond or its value. It’s just something that really means nothing… Dad’s so-called love was proof of that. He was able to forget his Goddess-given, sacred mate in less than a year.

Although I knew of Fiona’s hopes that I might fall in love with her, it was a delusion I never entertained. I have always warned her about calling me by any pet name or anything like that and I made it very clear that we are nothing more than occasional sex partners. She is just one of many and I only see her as a good fuck. Something that is now clearly not working any longer.

I stand up and pick up my boxers, slipping them on, although I’m still fucking hard.

“I just… are you ok, Elijah? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?” she asks softly as I pull on my pants.

“No, it seems like you just don’t do it for me anymore,” I reply quietly. My words are harsh, and I know it, even before she flinches, her heart racing as she looks down.

“I’m sorry, maybe we can try something else…” she offers as she moves to the end of the bed, “I can give you a blowjob instead?”

I look at her. I have to admit that out of all the women I’ve slept with, she is the least annoying. She could possibly even be the ideal luna; she is genuine, sweet, and cares for others. The daughter of the previous Delta too, but I never really saw her as more than just a fuck.

“If we have to try to make something work, it means it’s fucking useless. It’s nothing personal, Fiona but I think we’re done,” I say, not bothering to put my shirt on as I hold it in my hand and walk to the window. I glance back at the she-wolf who has tears in her eyes. She never should have got emotionally invested.

I look down at the ground outside. I’m on the third floor. Climbing onto the windowsill, I jump down smoothly, landing with ease before I straighten up and head towards home. My mind is a mess, and I have a very uncomfortable hard-on to accompany it.

The night is peaceful and as far as I know, maybe a run might get rid of some of these emotions that are coursing through me. I’m unable to get a certain vision in red out of my head.

I enter our mansion and take the stairs two at a time, silently heading down the hall towards my bedroom. I stop in the doorway, noticing that my bags have been unpacked. Irritation floods me, knowing it was probably Jessica. I hate when she tries to be fucking nice to me. She should focus on her daughters instead. But right now I have other things to deal with, like this hard-on.

I walk towards the shared bathroom, realising her scent lingers in the air; I throb hard as I inhale deeply.

Fuck, she is really fucking messing with my mind.

Frustration, desire, and hunger for something I really shouldn’t be thinking of consume me as I strip and step into the shower. There’s a large collection of toiletries that are obviously hers, sitting on the edge of the tub.

Her clothes from earlier on are in the hamper near the door that leads to her bedroom, dangling out, and for a second I fight the urge to go see if there’s any lingerie in there.

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