Page 26 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Oh yum, which cake did you make?” I ask as I pour the tea from the saucepan. I guess the correct term is chai. Grandma Amy learned the recipe from a dear old friend of hers. I love it.

She looks up at me from where she’s tasting some of the food and smiles, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, I made Victoria Sponge.”

After having teawith Grandma Amy, I return home, deciding to shower before Elijah gets back. It’s already been a while but I’m certain he’ll return, he usually does. His bedroom light is off when I enter and my irritation only rises.

Ok, realistically it’s not even been that long. How long does it take to fuck, anyway?

I go back to our time in the kitchen and close my eyes. Damn, why is he so sexy?

Grabbing a chocolate bar from the kitchen, I head upstairs. I finish off the chocolate before I even reach my bedroom. Oh, how I love chocolate. Maybe I should just head to bed. I need to be up for training early tomorrow. Even though I prefer to train alone, I still stick to a strict routine.

Groaning, I shut my door and decide to brush my teeth and get some sleep.

I walk to the door and purse my lips. This is another annoying thing, sharing a bathroom with him. It will now constantly smell like him and I’m going to be reminded of him at every moment of my day. I wonder if there’s a way to bribe Indigo to switch…

Lost in thought, I open the bathroom door and step inside, only I’m immediately hit with a blanket of steam. I frown in confusion before my eyes widen in shock. I was so consumed by my thoughts that I didn’t even hear the shower.

My eyes fall on the god-like man in the shower, naked, with one hand braced against the wall, the other wrapped around his damn thick big cock as he pleasures himself.

My cheeks flush, a small gasp escaping me, but he is so consumed by what he’s doing he doesn’t even look up. And as if I’m in a trance, I’m unable to stop myself from looking him over. He is complete muscle, delicious, perfect muscle.

His abs look as if they have been chiselled from stone, histhick muscular legs, his Adonis belt making me lick my lips…

My throat suddenly feels completely dry and my core throbs as my gaze stops once more on his thick, hard member that makes his hand not even look that big, although he has big hands. This time, I let my gaze roam over his cock, watching his hand slide back and forth before speeding up.

Goddess, never had I imagined it to be So. Damn. Perfect.

A sexy groan of pure bliss falls from his lips, bringing me back to reality as his milky cum shoots out of his mushroom tip. Suddenly I’m snapped from my reverie, blushing deeply, and quickly turn away to exit the bathroom as fast as I can.

My heart is thumping wildly as I slam the door shut behind me and lock it, placing a hand on my chest. My heart is pounding loudly in my ears, the scene replaying in my mind on repeat.

I lick my lips, leaning against the door, my legs feeling a little weak.

“Oh, Goddess,” I groan quietly. My stomach is in knots, and my pussy is throbbing, feeling far too hot and bothered.

I walk over to my bed and turn off my lamp, throwing myself onto the bed.

Wasn’t he supposed to be with Fiona? What is he doing back? Sure, it felt like forever, but if he was with her why was he jerking off in the shower?

What happened to make him return? Not that I’m complaining, but I will also never step into the shower without thinking of what I just saw.

I blush, the image clear in my mind as I run my palm down my face and stare up at the ceiling. The crack through the curtains lets moonlight seep into my bedroom, casting a sliver of light across the room.

How did he just end up so much hotter? Fuck…

I bite my lip, feeling the familiar ache between my thighs. I slide my pants off, slowly slipping my hand into my panties andclose my eyes the moment my finger finds my clit. I sigh softly, twirling my finger over it; I part my lips for better access as I lick the tip of my finger, reapplying it to my bud.

“Oh, fuck…” I moan softly, pleasuring myself.

The image of Elijah in the shower is clear in my mind. His wet brown locks falling in front of his eyes, one hand spread on the shower wall, his other hand wrapped around his thick member.

Imagining his fingers slipping into me, I throb hard, envisioning his lips kissing me down my stomach right down to my core, licking and kissing me; the pleasure within me is building, and I let my mind run wild.

The illicit thoughts of Elijah are intense, imagining him doing the dirtiest things possible to me. Things that are not possible, thoughts I would never dare to utter aloud and with every second that passes, the pleasure only heightens, pushing me to the edge as I imagine he is the one pleasuring me.

My eyes fly open as I tip over the edge, letting out a soft moan as my orgasm tears through me. My back arches off the bed slightly as blissful pleasure rolls through me. My entire body trembles as I drop back onto the bed, breathing hard.

I lay there for a moment before I blink my eyes to clear my mind, reality hitting me hard and making me feel mortified at what I just did.

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