Pent-Up Anger

Elijah

M y lips crash against hers in a sizzling hot kiss. Tingles explode as pleasure courses through me. She gasps against my lips, a soft moan escaping her as her eyes flutter shut, melting into the kiss.

Her soft plush lips begin moving against mine and they feel fucking incredible, heightening the pleasure. A sexy whimper leaves her lips which only makes the desire burning through me heighten.

I push her up against the tree behind her, pressing my body against hers as I kiss her like there is no tomorrow, and I'm rewarded with a sexy moan.

Fuck girl… The moment her tongue flicks my lips, I'm gone, unable to stop myself from deepening the kiss, unable to hold back the hunger that consumes me.

Her boobs are crushed against my firm chest, her hands splayed on my shoulders, and I wasn't wrong. She tastes so fucking good, far better than anything I've imagined.

She is fucking delicious.

A low groan escapes me. My tongue runs along her plush lips. She whimpers, parting her lips and running her tongue over mine, whimpering when she runs it over my tongue piercing.

I throb against her stomach, so fucking turned on when suddenly she freezes. Her heart, which is already thundering in her chest, seems to get even louder before she suddenly pushes me back with incredible force.

I grunt as she knocks the wind out of me as I stagger back slowly, brushing my thumb along my bottom lip that still tingles from the feel of her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she shouts, shock and embarrassment clear on her face.

I lick my lips slowly, breathing hard as I look at her. She kissed me back . That was the only thing that was going through my mind. Even if it was just for a few sizzling hot moments, she had, and she had fucking enjoyed it.

Words can lie, a kiss can't.

"I gave you an option, sweetheart, and you took your pick," I reply huskily, trying to contain my emotions. Her cheeks are flushed despite the glare she is sending my way.

"Are you for real? I didn't think you would actually go through with it!"

"And why wouldn't I?" I ask as her gaze dips to the front of my pants, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

"Because we're siblings! Why else?" she hisses.

"Stepsiblings. We're not related," I remind her sharply as our eyes meet.

I advance towards her and although her breasts are heaving and her heart is thumping, she stands her ground. Not that she has anywhere to go. There's a mere few feet between us and she's backed up against a tree.

"Still. We've grown up as siblings for the last eight years. Stop fucking around. This is so messed up. You're messed up!" she snaps, brushing her hair back with a shaky hand. She's stressing the fuck out for no reason.

"Red, calm the fuck down. It was just a kiss," I say quietly as I glance around, making sure no one hears us. She has a temper, and she's pretty reckless. I'm not sure what she'll do if she doesn't calm down now.

"Brothers don't kiss sisters!" she snaps icily.

"Chill. I was only making a point. Why are you so angry? It meant nothing. Or is it because you were into it?" I ask, crossing my arms. She freezes, her face paling. I watch her intently, I know she did. Those moans, the way she pressed herself into me, the way she kissed me back... and she had.

But if she answers yes right now, then what? What will I do?

No, she's right, this is a fucking mess. I took it one step too far.

"No, I didn't! It's just that I'm a woman who has hormones. It's just been a while since I've gotten with someone," she growls, and I raise an eyebrow, scoffing.

"Well, then go find yourself a man and get laid," I shoot back, sounding more pissed than I meant to.

"Oh, I will. You should go get Fiona to take care of that!" she spits back, motioning to the front of my pants. "Oh wait, I forgot. She doesn't seem to do it for you anymore, right?" she adds mockingly. My eyes flash as I glare at her.

"Don't push me, Red."

"Don't go kissing me then!" she shoots back, shoving me, but this time I don't budge. "What's wrong? Did I hit a nerve?"

I raise my fist, punching the tree right next to her head, sending splinters flying everywhere. But she doesn't even flinch, her stunning sage green eyes glaring up defiantly at me.

"Fuck you, Red," I say coldly, despite feeling even more confused.

"No, thanks," she replies icily, flipping me the finger as she shoves past me, grabbing her bottle and gloves from the ground and storming off.

"What the fuck did I just do?" I hiss, before slamming my hand into the tree again, this time with all my strength, watching as it splits into two before it crashes down to the ground.

My heart is thundering, and I'm unable to erase the feeling of that kiss from my mind.

Fuck!

Turning, I leave, now feeling more fucking rage than ever before.

"What is wrong with you?" Aaron grunts as I punch him in the stomach, making him double over. I can feel the sweat trickling down my spine, my hair is damp, but I don't care. I'm still not calm.

"Nothing. Are you really such a wuss?" I growl, raising my fists again. "Come on man, you're meant to be the future Beta. Man up!"

I throw another punch, my eyes blazing with rage. It's been a few hours since that exchange with Red, and once I was no longer thinking with my dick, I remembered the conversation that led to that moment.

She had been hurt.

She had been humiliated.

By this pack.

My pack.

I growl as I lunge at Aaron, only for Liam to step in, blocking me, his brown eyes sharp as he analyses me. He's good, faster than Aaron and obviously fucking trained well enough to block more of my attacks. Even though Aaron is stronger, there is a reason Liam is the head warrior.

Well, I don't care whichever one of them it is, I want to hit someone.

Blow after blow, we exchange hits, and I smirk when I get a good punch in, hearing something crack.

"Seems I'm still better. Come on, man up your game. Why are you holding back?" I ask him.

"I'm not, but you obviously have something that's upsetting you and if venting helps-"

"Or beating the shit out of us more like," Aaron grumbles from where he's sitting, clutching his side. "Monica won't be pleased if my sexy face is messed up."

"What are you? A pretty boy? Is that all you got going for you?"

Aaron found his mate on the last Blood Moon and they're like a pair of lovesick puppies.

"Well, I got more than that going for me, but go easy on the face."

"Either way, if it helps, vent away," Liam says, ducking as he aims a kick to my flank. I block, spinning around and slamming my fist into his shoulder, one he blocks, but staggers back.

"Don't try to get into my fucking mind," I growl.

I can feel them both watching me, but they'd be smarter not to ask me anything, not when I want to fucking know why they didn't mention shit to me!

I growl, spinning around and slamming Liam into the ground, my eyes blazing as I glare at them. The air in the gym shifts as they both stare at me, realising I am truly fucking pissed off.

"Hey, what's wrong, El?" Liam asks softly, concern etched on his face.

I turn my back on them both, breathing hard as I glare at the ground outside of the boxing ring.

"Where the fuck were you both when shit went down here?" I ask, my voice thicker than usual, my wolf on the brink of coming out.

"What do you mean, Elijah?" Aaron asks quietly.

"If I have to fucking tell you, then forget it," I snarl as I jump out of the ring and grab my top.

"Come on, Elijah, tell us what the issue is. How else are we supposed to know what we did wrong?!" Aaron shouts.

I ignore him, letting the door bang shut behind me, so pissed off that I don't look where I'm walking and knock into someone.

"Whoa!"

I glance up at the man I just knocked into, realising it's Hank. Yeah, as future Delta, he should have been taking care of matters too. I shake my head before walking off.

Great, just fucking great.

I'm going to get to the bottom of this shit, and I will find out the name of every single person involved. I wonder if Indy knew more than she let on…

Well, there's one way to find out.

I reach home and text Indy if she wants to go into town for a movie and drinks. It is long overdue anyway and hopefully it'll take the edge off my anger. After showering, I put on some faded denim jeans and step out of the bathroom, spotting Indy sitting on my bed eating a chocolate bar.

"Hey. I'm all ready to go!" she says, pointing at herself, a spark of excitement in her eyes as I grab a white graphic t-shirt and put it on, before picking up my phone and wallet.

I smirk. "Great, then let's head out," I answer. She grins up at me and nods.

"Ok!"

She's a reckless one too, like Red. Full of spark, and it worries me a little knowing what kind of person she is.

She acts before she thinks and I don't want her to get hurt, and in a pack where people are capable of being so fucking cruel, that concern is only heightened.

"Stop looking at me like that, I'm not dead," she grumbles, shoving me lightly as she jumps off the bed and I pick up my jacket.

"I was just thinking you've gotten pretty big," I answer, putting the jacket on and ruffling her hair. She swats my hand away.

"Ruin your own hair. So where are we going? I hope you have like an awesome sibling night out planned, cus I also haven't had dinner." She looks at me pointedly, and I chuckle.

"Alright, Pixie, we'll get dinner too." I ruffle her hair again and she shoves me before I do it again and run off down the stairs.

"Elijah!" she shouts as she runs after me. But obviously, she's way too slow for me with her much shorter legs.

"Careful! Oh my!" Jessica gasps as I almost knock into her. She's carrying a few bags of groceries which almost fall.

"Sorry," I reply, ducking as Indigo jumps on my back, strangling me.

Dad's laugh makes me look up. "Now, what are you two up to?"

"We are going on a brother-sister date," Indigo informs him.

Brother-sister…

The kiss from earlier returns and I run my fingers through my wet curls. How the hell do I see them so differently? I truly consider Indigo my sister but Red, now she's an entirely different ball game.

"Ah, so where's Scarlett?" Dad asks.

"Like always, she has her nose buried in a book," Jessica says, shaking her head as Dad relieves her of the bags. "Thanks, darling."

"She's not invited," Indigo says quickly.

"And I wouldn't want to be either," I hear Scarlett mutter from somewhere nearby.

I glance towards the lounge, my heart racing when I spot her legs clad in black fishnet tights that are swinging over the armrest of the chair.

Fuck… I can't help but lean back to get a better view, feeling my cock twitch as I spot tiny leather shorts that barely cover those thick thighs. I'm not sure what top she's wearing, but it's black and tiny and her oversized cardigan is hanging off that smooth creamy-coloured shoulder that I want to leave marks all over on.

Our eyes meet, and I'm all too aware that this is wrong… almost like looking at her might make someone figure out that I want to spread her legs and fuck her.

"What?" she asks icily, but before I can reply, Dad steps up to the door.

"Scarlett, I was thinking you should join your brother and sister for the evening."

"No thanks," she replies curtly.

"Yes, good. Don't come," Indigo says, motioning for me to hurry.

"Now, now, come on. We are leaving in the morning for the road trip, and since it's a family event, your mother and I could do with having the house to ourselves for a couple of hours. So, you three should go out," Dad says, making Jessica giggle.

"A romantic dinner for two sounds good," she whispers loudly.

"And more," Dad adds, making me look away in disgust.

"Eww!" Indigo shudders.

"I'll go for a walk or something, or I'll pop over to Angela's. I don't want to spend time with these two," Scarlett retorts.

I smirk. "You're just scared of being ganged up on…" I trail off, my smirk fading as I look at her, realising what I just said. Her eyes that are sharp, flicker with a moment of vulnerability and I internally kick myself.

Sorry… I didn't mean-

"Just go," she replies quietly, turning her attention back to her book. But I realise if she leaves, she's going to be alone out there and I'm not ok with that.

"You're coming with us," I say firmly, my mind made up. Indigo looks shocked as she huffs.

"Why?" she whispers, glancing at Dad and then back at me, visibly confused.

I give her a small smile, wondering why the two of them never got along. I mean, it was always this dynamic, but as much as I hate to admit it, the hostility always seems to come from Indigo.

"Why not? The more the merrier, right? Besides, I'm going to be Alpha, I got to be a good boy and listen to my predecessor," I remark mockingly, although it's far from my fucking reason.

"Perfect!" Dad says, clapping his hands together. "Now up you get, Scarlett dear."

"No, I really don't- what is your problem? Why did you agree?" Scarlett growls, glaring at me.

"Yeah, why?" Indigo frowns. "Now she'll ruin the evening."

"Now up you get dear, go with your brother and sister. Have fun, you need to get out more," Dad continues to push Scarlett.

He really can be annoying.

I hear her grumble as she steps out of the lounge and my gaze dips to the corset leather top she's wearing. One that squashes her breasts together enticingly. She's wearing a black strap choker necklace with a moon on it, and those lips…

They're painted the colour of sin, only making me want to tug her close and kiss her hard.

Well, fuck.

Why the fuck does she always look so sexy?

"I'll go grab my shoes," she says, rolling her eyes as she pushes past me, making the hair on my arm stand up. Asshole.

Yeah, this was going to be a hard night. I glance down, and I really do mean that in more ways than one…