The door slammed shut behind her and Elijah smirked, finding her comment rather hot.
"Well, you got your answer,” he said cockily.
“Do you think she can do this?” Jackson snapped, venting his anger towards his son instead. “You’ve been a bad influence!” Elijah frowned.
“Yeah, she can if you all had some faith,” he said, “it’s not like she’ll be alone. She has us, her pack, behind her.” Jackson looked at Jessica. It was true they could not really hide any longer now that Zidane knew the truth. He would come for them, and he feared for his wife and daughters.
“Of course we are behind her, but it isn't safe,” Jackson said, his anger simmering down a notch.
“I’ve seen the way he treats his pack. I get that you ran to protect your daughters and your own life… but as their Luna, you failed them. Scarlett is stepping up, once again, doing what you couldn't do,” Elijah said icily, making Jessica flinch. It was something she felt guilty for to this very day. He did not elaborate what he meant by ‘once again’ but neither seemed to have picked up on it.
“Elijah, apologise!” Jackson snapped. “She has raised you as her own son, is this how you repay her? With disrespect?”
“I didn’t ask her to. I’ve never considered her my mother and I never will,” Elijah stated. He did not hate her, but he could never consider her his own. Especially not with the way he felt for Scarlett. Jessica looked away, hurt. Ever since she came into his life, she knew he argued with his dad growing up because of her but he never said anything so direct and hurtful to her in person.
“If you ever want to be Alpha, apologise!” Jackson growled, his eyes flashing. Elijah just looked at him coldly.
“I'm stronger than you even without holding the official title,” he said. He couldn't tell them the truth about Scarlett’s past, but he wasn’t going to let them think she had it easy. “If you two can’t fucking support her, at least don’t stand in our way.”
“Elijah!” Jackson growled but he simply pushed himself away from the table, his now calm cerulean blue eyes staring sharply at his father.
“Zidane thought he could bend her to his will, but in his thirst for power, he seemed to have looked past one very critical fact. Scarlett is an Alpha, and an Alpha never bends to anyone.” With those parting words, he left the room. He walked through the halls going upstairs to Scarlett’s bedroom. He knocked lightly on her door. Getting no reply, he tried the door to find it locked. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the cool wood.
“Red… can I please talk to you?” He asked, she did not reply. He stepped away, knowing she was in there. He could smell her tempting scent. He walked to his own room, entering he locked the door and headed to the bathroom, frowning when he realised she had it locked from her side. “Red, please.” Getting no reply he returned to his own room, deciding to give her a moment. Taking out his tablet, he ordered a replacement sim, just in case Candice tried to contact him from Scarlett’s phone. Once he was done, he entered the bathroom and walked to the door that led to her bedroom.
He tried the handle and to his surprise it opened, he knocked lightly on the door before stepping inside. He saw her instantly, lying on her bed on her side, facing the window, her hands tucked under her cheek. Her sexy legs looked very tempting. From this angle, he could see that she was wearing purple a thong. He looked away, swearing in his head, feeling blood rush south. He walked over to the bed, dropping onto it next to her and making her frown at him.
“Don’t break my bed, have you seen the size of yourself?” She said curtly.
“I don’t remember hearing you complain about my size.” He stroked her thigh, kissing her bare shoulder and sending butterflies swarming through her stomach. She rolled her eyes, turning onto her back and looking into his eyes.
“What did they say?” She asked softly. The smell of his aftershave mixed with his usual enriching scent made her pull him close, burying her nose into his t-shirt. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against him.
“Not much, but I told them this pack is standing behind you no matter what,” he informed her, kissing the top of her head.
“Thank you,” she whispered. I love you, she added in her head, clinging to him tightly. She kept trying to put distance between them, but he did not seem to mind, always being there for her and she did need him. In all of this mess, he was the only thing that kept her sane.
“I know you don’t want to talk about it, kitten, about us, but I want you to know I'm not giving up on you - on us,” he said huskily. She tilted her head up, their eyes meeting. He saw the softness and vulnerability in them that usually was hidden behind her strong mask. “I truly care for you, heck, if you asked for the world, I’d fucking place it at your feet,” he said softly, brushing his fingers through her hair. His brilliant cerulean eyes held so much emotion that she felt her core throb, just by the intense look he was directing towards her. He ran his thumb along her lips, his eyes darkening when she took his thumb in her mouth and sucked on it, her seductive eyes now looking into him making him throb hard.
“Fuck, sweetheart…” he whispered huskily leaning down, removing his thumb from her mouth, and capturing her lips in a deep passionate kiss that sent a jolt of pleasure to her core. Her brain seemed to melt into mush. Her arms locked around his neck as she pulled him closer, her body pressed against his. Her pussy throbbed for him, she moaned against his lips when his other hand slipped under her dress.
“Someone might come...” she murmured in between sensual kisses.
“We’ll be quick,” he promised huskily, pushing her dress up roughly and tearing her lacy thong off. He massaged her wet pussy, biting down on her lip slightly. “You’re fucking ready for me, baby girl.” He loved the way her body reacted to him; he could feel her hardened nipples through her dress. Reaching up, he pulled her dress down to her waist, unlatching her bra and tossing it aside. Like always, he took a moment to admire how sexy she looked spread beneath him before he grabbed her hips and kissed her roughly. “On all fours, sweetheart,” he murmured, making her bite her lip in anticipation. She watched him unzip his pants, her chest rising and falling, thinking, He looked so sexy. She turned around bending over, wriggling her ass teasingly, he delivered her a sharp tap making her hiss.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her pussy throbbed for more. He kissed her neck softly, grabbed her hips and thrusted into her making her bite her lip at the pain as she felt his full girth stretch her out. He did not give her a chance to recover as he fucked her hard. “Oh, fuck, that’s it.” She whimpered, doing her best to keep her voice down. Every time he rammed into her, her body felt like it would buckle. She gripped the sheets tightly. Pleasure coursed through her, she wanted to scream out, but she knew anyone might hear them. The thought made her nervous, yet there was something about it that excited her. Something about this dangerous, illicit secret of theirs.
A knock on the door made Elijah pause, Scarlett’s eyes widened.
“Scarlett, can I have a word with you?” Jessica’s voice came from the other side.
“Umm, yes, I'm just going to take a shower,” Scarlett said, trying to sound normal. Elijah smirked, his one hand now wrapping around her throat and pulling her up against him, his other hand going to her wet folds.
“I won’t take long, darling, please don’t ignore me,” Jessica pleaded. Scarlett bit her lips, her eyes closed as his finger found her clit and rubbed it tantalisingly, sending shooting sparks up her body, his dick still buried deep in her pussy.
“M-mom, please, I'm already undressed, I-I won’t be -” She almost gasped when Elijah began moving inside of her slowly, her eyes widening. He sucked on the tip of her ear making her shiver. “I won’t be long…” she breathed. They heard Jessica sigh.
“Okay… please come to find me when you’ve showered, Aunty Amelia’s coming for dinner too… she heard you’re back.”
“Okay, mama, I will,” Scarlett promised, her eyes rolling back in her head as he fucked her slow and sensually.
“I love you, Scarlett,” Jessica whispered.
“I know, I love you too,” Scarlett said, trying to focus on her mother and, at the same time, trying not to scream out in pleasure as Elijah picked up speed. Her cheeks were flushed as she let out a soft moan. Elijah clamped his hand over her mouth, both listening until Jessica retreated down the hall.
“That wasn’t too bad, was it, kitten?” He whispered in her ear as he began fucking her hard and fast. She couldn't speak, his hand continuing its assault on her clit, the other still firmly over her mouth muffling any sound that escaped her.
Everything was gone from her mind, only the way he was fucking her and the pleasure that she felt consumed her remained. One of her hands reached behind, gripping his thigh, the other on her breast as she twisted and pinched one of her nipples. The sensation of pure ecstasy she was feeling consumed her, her back arched letting out a muffled scream against his hand as an earth-shattering climax tore through her. Her release knocked Elijah off the edge reaching his own release before he let go of her mouth, instead, wrapping his hand around her throat. She turned her head, her lips meeting his in a rough bruising kiss.
“You’re a fucking sex doll,” he whispered, his tongue stroking hers. “And all mine.”
“I never knew you liked to play with dolls,” she whispered breathlessly, trying to get her breath back. He pulled his now flaccid cock out of her, still holding her against him and caressing her stomach.
“I like to play with this one,” He murmured huskily. He lowered her onto the bed, leaned over, and kissed her. The slightly musky scent that came from him only made her want to pull him closer. There was nothing about him she didn’t like. The t-shirt he hadn't removed was slightly damp and she kissed his neck sensually.
“I don’t know what to do, I don’t want this to end, but seeing mom marked -”
“What?” Elijah interrupted, his eyes sharpening.
“Mama… Jackson’s marked her.” Scarlett said. Elijah got off of her like he had been electrocuted. His eyes darkened.
“What the fuck...” he muttered, pulling up his jeans on his way to head to the door.
“Elijah, calm down, you can’t storm out there reeking of sex and me,” she said, her heart thundering. She had been ready to say that she wanted him, no matter what, that she was ready to make this work. “Elijah can -”
The sound of a door shutting greeted her. She sat up, pulled her knees to her chest, rested her head on top of them, and closed her eyes. It hurt, the way he just left her so suddenly. She felt used and empty. Maybe this was a sign that they were not meant to be…