The next morning Scarlett trained alone again and this time Elijah did not disturb her. After what happened last night, both were unsure on how the other would be when they came face to face. Although last nights events had awakened a deeper desire in them both they were uncertain on the extent of the other's interest when they were not so high on alcohol.
But Elijah himself knew he wanted her, he could not even think of another woman, not when she consumed his mind. It disturbed him slightly that he had taken such a strong interest in anyone, something that he had never experienced before.
After training at dawn, Scarlett had returned home. Showering in a bathroom that smelt strongly of Elijah was difficult, the steamy room a clear sign he was back from training too. Sighing inwardly she got dressed in a pair of jeans and an oversized off-shoulder white top that clung to her breasts. She paired it with white flats, had her hair open and her lips painted a nude
Elijah entered the packhouse, heading to his office on the second floor. It was pretty quiet with most wolves having left to go about their daily duties. The pack house itself looked like a very modern mansion. Unlike the alphas mansion which was a traditional building, everything was in a minimalist design in here, catered for mainly newly mated wolves or single young adult wolves who wanted their own privacy. He was here to go over a new training regime with Aaron and Liam that he wanted implemented and he also was going to have a word with Hank. He unlocked his office door using the passcode, a small beep and click was heard and he opened the door. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Fiona sitting cross-legged on his desk, wearing a tiny red lingerie set. Her make up was seductive and she had her long hair curled, Elijah did a once over, she was a sexy girl, but not the one he wanted… He looked at her, his face emotionless. “Care to explain why yo
It had been nearly two hours since they had been on the road - Scarlett had remained silent, that cold angry aura still surrounding her. Elijah had tried to make conversation a few times but she gave one-word replies, her eyes never leaving her phone or the window. His own patience was running out and it was taking his all not to snap at her. “Want to stop for a break?” He asked, indicating as he got off the motorway and headed into the nearest town. Scarlett had not even noticed he had diverted from the route, it seemed she was always terrible at directions. Something that she was made fun of plenty of times for during tracking training. “No.” She said. Elijah frowned and once it was safe to do so he parked up, only then did she look around to see him raising an eyebrow at her. “You need a piss?” She said, making him smirk despite the annoyance he was feeling. “Seriously?” He scoffed. “Well, why did you stop in the middle of nowhere?” She
That was not what Elijah was expecting to hear, not even knowing what to make of it he stayed silent, relationships with humans were not really approved of unless they were your mate which was rare, but it did happen, two wolves in his own pack were mated to humans. But even then the procedure was delicate and the mated wolf had to be patient. There were several reasons not to date a human if they were not your mate, it put them in the line of danger, more questions would arise and the risk of them finding out the truth was higher. Although they went to a human school there were strict rules about keeping identities a secret, even if no one had a wolf at that age, the strength and speed were a lot more than the average human. He was bought out of his thoughts as Scarlett continued speaking. “His name was Aiden, I was 15 when I first met him, I was crossing the road, and I was so lost on my phone with my headphones on, I didn’t notice the car speeding towards me,
Elijah approached her, the sheer sight of her turning him on. Never had a woman had such a strong effect on him. Was it because she was not falling to her knees in an attempt to please him? He didn’t know and he didn’t care. His eyes trailed over her creamy smooth skin, he could see her nipples through her black strap bra… He was getting fed up with never getting to see them properly... He advanced and she retreated until her back hit the wall. “Elijah…” She said, her voice coming out softer than she meant to. He looked down at her, trying to fight the urge to take her right there… She could see the struggle as he fought with himself to hold back. “Scarlett…” He said huskily, his hands stroking her waist and gripping her ass, pressing himself hard against her. She moaned as she felt his hard shaft pressing against her stomach, her core throbbing pleasantly. Her hand went to his chest, she wanted him so badly but there was a part of herself that was scared, that wante
Scarlett had just showered, moisturised and finished blow-drying her hair when Elijah returned. Her heart skipped a beat seeing him stood there. She could still smell their earlier antics on him, not missing how his eyes ran over her. Wearing an oversized off-shoulder top with princess Mulan on it and black leggings, she looked good he thought. He didn’t miss the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, the thought only making his dick throb. Her smooth creamy skin was on show and the marks he had left were already beginning to fade slightly, by tomorrow afternoon they would probably be fully gone he thought. He liked his mark on her… “You were quick.” “Luckily there was a chip shop around the corner and they were about to shut shop but I persuaded them to take my order.” He said giving her a smirk, he placed the paper bags on the bed next to her. “Perfect timing, or were you just abusing your alpha power?” She said rubbing her stomach, only making his
Scarlett awoke feeling very comfortable, snuggled in a pleasant warm cocoon - although something was poking her stomach. Frowning she reached down wondering what was in her bed, grabbing it she shoved it away, hearing a grunt. She froze, realising the thick hard thing poking her was not a random item in her bed, something she realised the moment she had pushed it. “Fuck Red!” Elijah groaned, letting go of her and rolling onto his back. The sharp shove to his dick was not the way he wanted to wake up, Scarlett covered her mouth stifling a giggle. “Oops sorry... but why the hell are you in my bed?” Elijah raised an eyebrow, his eyes still full of sleep as he looked at her and making her heart skip a beat as she realised she was living a dream. She had just woken up in Elijah Westwood’s arms… “This is my bed, you came on to me sweetheart.” He mocked, pulling her against him. She grabbed his bare shoulders looking into his eyes, not expe
Scarlett looked up in shock, never had she felt such power rolling off Elijah as she did just now. It was like a tidal wave had just hit her with full force, emanating from him in waves. Although her mind was screaming at her to put some distance between them, her instincts were telling her differently, she knew from the calmness within her that her wolf felt safe with him too. She turned her attention back to the monster before her. Zidane Malone – Alpha of the Desert Storm Pack… the cold-hearted beast who was meant to be her father… He was the first to look away from Elijah, neither males reigned in their power and it was clear from the other wolves around Zidane that they were being affected by it. “Scarlett… it’s been years, won't you greet your father?” He said, despite the ever so casual remark, there was nothing normal about it. His eyes looked murderous and the chilling tone to his voice screamed danger. “I don’t see anyone around
“Come join us.” The same woman spoke, her tongue running along her plump lips. All three were beautiful that was for sure, their curvaceous bodies, smooth skin, each a different shade that looked enticing as they rubbed their breasts against each other and kissed erotically. But for the first time in Elijah’s life, he averted his gaze feeling repulsed. Simply looking at them felt like a betrayal to Scarlett. The thought of his gorgeous creamy skinned doll, the haze seemed to clear a little and he knew he needed to get out. He turned, pulling at the door, growling when he realised it was locked. He hissed realising the entire thing was made from fucking silver. “Open this fucking door!” He growled knowing someone must be outside. He tensed feeling a pair of hands run down his chest, he turned growling at the woman who dared to touch him. His vision swaying slightly, the drug that had been burned in the room was getting to him. “Don’t