Page 82 of My Forbidden Alpha

“Well, until the shitshow turns up, you’re mine. I’ll fuck you so good, that when you do finally get to fuck him, you’ll be thinking about me,” I say in a rough whisper. Scarlett frowns, looking into my eyes that are flickering from cerulean to cobalt.

“I’ll let you know if I do, although I don’t think anyone can do me better than my mate,” she shoots back.

Don’t fuck with me.

I snarl menacingly, crashing my lips against hers as I kiss her roughly. She gasps, not expecting me to do that, and I take the chance to slip my tongue into her mouth, pushing her back on the bed and lean over her.

I kiss her harder, fuelled by my emotions – passion, anger, possessiveness. For now, she is fucking mine and I do not appreciate her talking about someone else. She presses at my chest, trying to push me off, her own body betraying her as she moans against my lips.

My cock presses against her stomach, when suddenly her eyes fly open and she tries to push me off, but I’m stronger. That’s when she growls and to my fucking surprise, she bites my lip. Hard.

The taste of blood fills my mouth as I release her, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, Red,” I growl, breaking away and sitting back.

“Fuck you. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she yells. I lick my lip, smirking arrogantly.

“You’re turned on by whatever the hell that was, so you tell me,” I counter mockingly.

“Don’t act so- such a…” she begins, glaring at me but she trails off, her eyes falling to my neck. Spotting the red scratches from earlier her frown fades away. She gets off the bed. “What happened to your- fuck…” she trails off and looks away, a flash of guilt on her face.

“Guess you like to leave a lasting mark and I don’t mind it. It’s a reminder of what we were up to,” I reply lightly, giving her a wink, noticing that even my lip isn’t healing.

She looks into my eyes as if searching for something, and I don’t know what it is, but she simply shakes her head.

“Your lip won’t heal. I would say sorry, but you kind of deserved it,” she says, bending down to examine it. Her soft green eyes meet my deep blue ones.

“Maybe I did but you should at least give me a kiss to make up for it,” I say seductively, my hands going to her hips as I tug her into my lap. She straddles me willingly, a soft sigh escaping her lips when my dick presses against her core.

“Nope, not happening.” Her eyes meet mine, weakening her resolve. “Fine. One kiss and then bed,” she says firmly.

“Make it a good one,” I murmur, my hands slipping under her top to stroke her hips. She looks into my eyes. I can hear her heart hammering. Leaning towards me, her lips meet mine softly. A strange emotion runs through me as I close my eyes, kissing her back. Something about these soft kisses we’ve shared confuses me, yet I enjoy them.

Our lips move in sync as if performing a sensual dance. Neither of us fights for control, simply enjoying the soft touch of the other. Scarlett sighs softly moving back, leaving me wanting more. My heart is pounding as she slowly gets off my lap and I don’t argue. Our eyes lock, my head feeling a little light. All I can think of is her. The effect she has on me is mind-blowing.

“Good enough?” she asks, trying to lighten the odd mood that has settled.

“You can say that,” I say, her gaze flickering to the obvious tent formed in my towel. Blushing lightly, she turns her back to me, gathering up the rubbish. I simply lean back on my hands, my eyes fixed on her ass. Oh, I cannot wait to fuck her and something tells me that day is going to be soon.

Waking in his Arms

Elijah

Once we had eaten, she went to brush her teeth and I grabbed some pants, putting them on as I scroll through my phone. I cock a brow at the pictures Keira had sent me.

The number had no name, but her bleached hair and fake breasts were proof enough that it’s her.

KEIRA: Want to come over tonight?

Does she even know I’m not there?

I delete the images and see three messages from one of the women I had met at training. They lived local and she often used to send me nudes. Glancing at the bathroom door, I hit delete without even opening the messages and block her and Chucky’s sister.

Red.

Her body, now that’s an entirely different story. She can send me nudes and I’ll jerk off to them every fucking day, but I don’t need to when the real deal is right here.

She re-enters the bedroom and I put my phone away. She runs her fingers through her hair, glancing at my pants and Ismirk. “Sad that I’m wearing pants? If you want, I could sleep naked?”

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