Late Night Moments

Scarlett

I leave the kitchen, my mood completely off just thinking of Elijah and Fiona getting it on. They've always been fuck buddies, well Elijah is a playboy who has probably fucked every available woman in the pack, but even I know that Fiona is his favourite one.

Reaching my room, I stop when I look at the paper blue-tacked to the door.

"Unpack Elijah's stuff and make sure if there's any dirty laundry to take it down."

I frown slightly, staring at the paper before ripping it off.

What am I? His maid?

I glance towards his door. Should I do it?

Not listening will only make Mama more pissed. She's already wants me to work full-time at the diner and stop working at the salon in town. I like it though, to not be looked at like I'm a freak, which I have been getting a lot of since I shifted.

Fine, I'll do it.

My mind is restless anyway, and I guess that'll keep me busy until I can sort my head out.

What happened in the kitchen? What exactly was it? It felt… wrong and he did get a boner. That isn't normal.

My cheeks burn at the thought. Guess he was just horny.

I roll my eyes, open his door and look at the open suitcase on the bed. Well, this isn't going to be a five-star service. I grab his clothes and begin placing them in the wardrobe. Well, shoving might be the right word.

His scent lingers on his clothes, and I look around the room. Right now the room smells of fresh linen and lavender, but after a few days this place will smell of him. I glance down at the hoodie I'm holding and, lifting it to my nose, inhale deeply. His scent is as addictive as his cerulean eyes.

I quickly stuff it in his drawer and slam it shut. Ok, he can put his own boxers away. I'm not going to. I leave the room through the bathroom and drop onto my bed.

The rush of Elijah's return and the emotions he invokes fade away and I'm left with the cold reminder that my biological dad has found us. Pondering over the fact that he knows where we are. He is probably watching and has been waiting for Goddess knows how long.

I sigh heavily and close my eyes. Elijah's words of comfort soothe me a little. At least I have someone in my corner.

I'm not that little girl anymore. He can't hurt me. Never again…

Sitting up, I ruffle my hair. I need to clear my head.

Well, since Grandma Amy couldn't come to dinner, I'll take her some leftovers.

Honestly, thinking of going to hers just makes me calm. It's like therapy. Putting a bit of everything into a plastic container, I leave the house.

My mood's still sour and I can't get the image of Elijah and Fiona getting it on out of my head, which only makes my mood worsen as I plod along. But the breeze is rustling the trees and I start to relax. The distant sound of a wolf or two howling makes me look up. You'll always hear that at night. It's peaceful.

I make my way towards the thicket of trees. They get closer together the deeper I go and for a moment I feel uneasy, remembering what happened back then. Well, even if someone pops up they won't try anything this close to home.

Especially when I can mind-link someone since I'm not that far off.

Reassuring myself, I speed up, smiling when Grandma Amy's house comes into view. She is a very no-nonsense, straightforward person, one who doesn't shy away from speaking her mind. But you could show up in the middle of the night and she'd put on some tea and welcome you in.

I smile as I approach the house. The curtains are drawn but the front windows glow, meaning she is still awake. I raise my hand and knock lightly on the door. I hear footsteps moments later before it's pulled open.

Grandma Amy stands there, her brown eyes twinkling, her brown hair that is streaked grey in a bun, hands on hips. Dressed in a floral pleated skirt and a brown blouse tucked in.

"I wasn't expecting you to drop by so soon. Don't tell me that although he hasn't even been back a full day that he's already driven you mental," she says, brushing her knee-length skirt out before turning and motioning me inside.

"Yeah, not even a day and he's gotten under my skin," I grumble.

She chuckles, "Well then, how about you take a seat dearie, and I'll make us a cuppa and you can tell me all about your day. Something tells me it was extremely eventful."

I smile lightly, trying to play it off, although like always she made me feel like she knows far more than she possibly could. "Oh, did you hear about the crash?" I ask.

She smiles at me. "I'm glad you aren't hurt."

"That didn't answer my question, Grandma Amy, but yes, Elijah has returned, and it's made Indigo behave even more annoyingly."

"Oh she loves you, she's just a little insecure is all," she hums.

Insecure of what? I shrug. "Well, regardless, she's been worse. So, how come you haven't visited in the last few weeks?" I ask as I sit down at her table.

She snorts. "Has that father of yours asked me to come?" she growls.

Dad said she was too busy to come… "What about today, then?" I ask, confused.

"Well, no one asks half an hour before dinner and expects a person to drop everything and show up."

What is going on? I know she and Dad don't see eye-to-eye and I have no idea of the reason behind it or what the full story is, but I wish I did.

But even though they don't get on, she is respected and even Dad does listen to her opinion on important matters. Grandma Amy is also one of the rare elder wolves who approve of Mama, and I'm sure it is one of the reasons the pack at least tolerates Mama.

"I'm sure that's because Dad was busy, but now that Elijah's back he'll have more time. How about next Friday you come down? I'm inviting you myself. Even Mama would love to have you and I'll officially cook for you too! You know I'm an amazing cook." I try to persuade her.

"Well, maybe, although I'm not sure I want to see his face," she grumbles.

I feel sorry for her. Her husband and son were killed in a battle with another pack years ago and she has no family other than Jackson. I'm not sure of the details of what happened back then, but what I do know is that Dad's cousin went in his place. Because Dad was the Alpha, it was too dangerous for him to risk going and ultimately his cousin was killed.

Grandma Amy does her best to hide her smile and simply waves her hand. "Very well then, since you're insisting, I will come. Don't let it go to your head. I did say I liked your cooking but if that holds or not, I haven't had food you've cooked in ages. The Goddess knows if it's still edible," she teases.

"Well, you'll find out in two weeks. For now, you can enjoy Mama's amazing cooking." I answer, opening the food container.

"Oh, I'll have a taste although I have just eaten. I had a lot of time on my hands today and even made some cake."

"Lovely! I love your cakes." I watch as she makes the tea, the scent of it fills the small cottage.

I came here to check if she was ok and get my mind off stuff, but I still wonder why Dad told her so late and why she didn't come.

"So now, how about you tell me all about Elijah's first day back? Is the fool as handsome as he was when he left?"

"Yeah, shame he didn't get a scar or two to ruin that face of his," I say, scrunching my face.

Grandma Amy chuckles as she tastes some chicken. "Now let's not wish for things like that. You never know how it might come back upon us."

"Hmph, I don't care if I get a scar. I'll look badass." I stand up to fetch plates. "Shall I pour the tea?"

"Ah yes, and I have the cake in the fridge. Bring it out. I used fresh cream."

"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 tea with 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, his thick 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 and close 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.

"Fuck, Elijah… I hate you for doing this to me," I mutter.

Quickly, I slide my pants back up and bury my flushed face into my pillow, feeling a little mortified with myself for masturbating to the thought of my stepbrother. One incredibly sexy stepbrother that is going to be the ruin of me.