Page 80 of My Forbidden Alpha

That’s what I’m afraid of, that when he’s done with me, I’ll be the one left broken.

After one taste, will he get bored with me and end it? Pushing the ache that fills my chest away, I focus on the present. I will deal with my broken heart when the time comes.

“This was perfect,” he murmurs, his hand still around my throat, the other fondling my breast as he kisses me again. My stomach rumbles loudly and he chuckles as I blush.

“Crap,” I say, pressing my hand to my stomach as Elijah chuckles.

“I better go get some food for the beast.” He moves back and, to my surprise, places a soft kiss on my stomach. It’s things like this that truly affect me.

I sit up slowly as he makes quick work of getting dressed while I sit there shamelessly checking out his fine ass. Damn, he has a good butt. I look away smoothly when he turns back to me. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

I nod as he runs his eyes over my naked body once again before he leaves the room, this time taking his wallet with him. I look down at my body taking a deep breath. There are marks scattered over my breasts, one or two on my waist and I smile, brushing my fingers over them. They’re already fading.

Dropping back onto the pillow, I stare at the ceiling. I can still feel his touch, the way his fingers curled inside of me, the way his tongue ravished me. This was my first time giving a blow job. Could he tell?

Mine and Aiden’s relationship had been simple and far moreinnocent. We had sex once, but things with Elijah are different. I hope I did good enough. He seemed to be enjoying it…

I close my eyes, remembering the way his face looked, the groans that escaped him and-

Not thinking about me, are you?Elijah’s voice comes through the mind-link. Jerking up I look at the door as if he’s about to burst in any minute. My cheeks burn as if I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

No! I’m about to shower actually. I don’t have time to think about you!I lie, making him laugh.

Mhmm, if you say so, Red,his reply comes. I smile softly, not replying as I get off the bed.

My legs feel like jelly after that orgasm. Smiling, I gather my clothes and dump them in my washing bag and back into my suitcase. Taking out my toiletries and nightwear, I hurry to the bathroom, wanting to be done by the time Elijah returns.

I shower, moisturising before putting on my oversized, off-shoulder top with Princess Mulan on it and black leggings. I have just finished blow-drying my hair when the door opens and Elijah enters holding the food bags in one hand and the drink cups and keys in the other.

He shuts the door with his foot and for a moment, time stands still. My heart skips a beat as he approaches the bed. I can still smell our earlier antics on him, but it’s the look in his eyes as he checks me out that has me all giddy.

“You were quick,” I say.

“Luckily there was a chip shop open around the corner. They were about to shut shop, but I persuaded them to take my order,” he explains with a smirk. “We got lucky, even though I got there a little late.” He winks at me as he places the paper bags on the bed beside me.

“Perfect timing. Or did you abuse your alpha power?” I ask, arching an eyebrow as I rub my stomach. Damn, I’m starved! Iglance up seeing his attention on my breasts. I didn’t put on a bra as we’ll be sleeping after, but the fact I can get his attention like that…

I suppress a smirk as I begin opening the bags.

“You know it doesn’t really work like that on humans, but either way, you got your chips. Feed that beast, I’ll be out soon,” he says, licking his lips and the light glints off his tongue piercing.

A tiny frown creases his forehead before he turns and heads to the bathroom. The door closes with a snap, but I don’t plan to eat until he returns. Instead, I scroll through my phone.

Should I message Indigo? She seemed hurt and I don’t know, going to see our so-called father... I don’t want to do that with bad blood between us.

“Alright, here goes.”

SCARLETT: Hey, I’m sorry for intruding into your personal space. I didn’t mean to offend you. So, just texting to say I’m sorry.

I look at the screen, seeing her come online. The message changes to ‘read’ but then she goes offline. I wait, seeing her come online again, but still there’s no reply.

After a few minutes, I realise I’m not going to get an answer. I put my phone down and begin taking the food out and setting it up on the bed.

I don’t like to get emotional over it but it does hurt at times.

I’m not letting her get me down. Not tonight.

Elijah

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