A Deal Made

Elijah

I t's been nearly two hours since we've been on the road. Scarlett has remained silent, her cold, angry aura still surrounding her. I tried making conversation a few times, but she only gave one-word replies, her eyes never leaving her phone or the window. My own patience is running out and it is taking my all not to snap at her.

Obviously something has pissed her off, but how the fuck am I supposed to know if she isn't going to share? She might be sexy as fuck, but she's still her same bratty self. My brows furrow as I glare out the window.

"Want to stop for a break?" I ask. Not waiting for an answer, I signal and head off the motorway and instead drive towards the nearest town. Scarlett hasn't even noticed that I've already gone off the right route. She's always been terrible at directions, something that we all made fun of during tracking training.

"No," she replies moodily.

I frown, finding a safe spot to pull up and stop the car. Only when I put the car into ‘park' does she look around, realising that we are no longer on the motorway.

She cocks a brow when she turns back to me. "Do you need a piss or something?" she asks, making me smirk despite the annoyance I'm feeling inside.

"Seriously?" I scoff.

"Well, why did you stop in the middle of nowhere?" she asks, frowning at me.

"Because you're in a fucking mood and it's pissing me off," I answer honestly.

"Aww, what a shame," she mutters, returning to her phone.

Right, that's it.

I frown, trying to control my temper as I push my seat right back with a snap, lean over to unstrap hers swiftly and grab hold of her wrist.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she yells as I refuse to answer her and pull her into my lap roughly, grabbing the back of her thighs and making her straddle me.

"Elijah! What are you doing?!" she growls, raising her hand as if ready to slap me, but I grab her wrist, twisting her arm behind her back, trying not to look at her tits.

"I'm still your Alpha," I growl warningly, twisting my other hand through her hair.

"Don't use that shit on me! And let go of me!" she growls back. My cobalt blue eyes burn into her fierce silver ones, but she doesn't back down.

I still find it impressive that she can hold her ground against me, but even then I'm still stronger. Her struggling is useless, and she's only rubbing against my dick.

"Elijah! I said let go of me!"

"I will after you tell me what the fuck your problem is," I snap as she tries to get off my lap, but I refuse to let go, now placing both my hands on her thighs.

"You know what the most annoying thing is? That you don't even know what the fucking problem is!" she hisses.

Something happened… I study her gorgeous face, caressing her waist, trying to soothe the fiery kitten in my lap.

No matter how angry she is – although she looks damn sexy pissed off – I don't like her being annoyed with me. And something I've done has triggered her immensely.

Her death glare only gets worse as she tries shoving my hands off, but I don't remove them, simply stroking her waist slowly, teasingly. Her heart pounds and she tenses under my touch.

"Then tell me, come on. I'm backing down. I can't fix it if I don't know what I've done. You got to meet me here, Red, give me something," I say tersely. As an alpha, backing down is a completely foreign aspect to me, but for some fucking crazy reason, I'm doing just that. I'm trying.

My words seem to surprise her too, and her heart skips a beat as she relaxes slightly.

"This is my issue." She's looking down at me and grabs my t-shirt from the collar, tugging it forward roughly. I frown, wondering what the hell she's going on about and look down.

Fuck…

There on my shirt is a smear of red lipstick and I quickly put two-and-two together.

Fiona.

So she's been worked up over me having another woman's lips on me?

"That's not what it looks like. But wait, why do you care?" I ask, smirking. Is she jealous?

"Because even if the option you put on the table is purely sexual, I demand some respect. If you want me, then there can't be any other woman in that span of time. I know your past Elijah. You've fucked more than one girl on the same day and Fiona's seemingly been okay with it, so are all the rest of your fucks, but I'm different." Her eyes flash and I cock a brow, allowing her to continue because I can tell she's far from done. All that bottled-up anger is now coming out.

I know you're different…

"I am not the type of she-wolf who's going to cry in a corner because the precious Alpha just uses her as one of his side pieces, nor am I going to drop to the level where I will allow you to be with other women at the same time as me. I demand respect. If you want me to even consider the deal, then let me make one thing clear,f it's either only me or you can forget about it," she says icily.

My smirk is only growing with every word that leaves her lips.

Goddess, is she sexy. Something about her strong personality is a fucking turn-on. Leaning forward, I drag my lips down her neck before I kiss the corner of her neck, making her tense.

Hearing her racing heart, I continue my tantalising assault, placing soft, sizzling, teasing kisses up her neck until my lips brush the lobe of her ear. Her scent filling my nose.

"I know you're not like the rest. That's one of the reasons I find you so fucking sexy…" I murmur, making her shiver. My hand strokes her waist, while the other now caresses her ass as I force myself back. Her straddling me is only making me want to fuck her right here. It is taking a lot not to get hard, although I am failing considerably. "This morning, when I went to the packhouse, Fiona was in my office. Nothing happened. She tried to come on to me and I told her I'm not interested – that there's someone else on my mind," I admit, surprising myself that I am even bothering to explain whilst running my fingers through her hair.

Our eyes meet and I see the flicker of surprise in them before she pouts, tossing her hair back.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" she asks in a much more mellow tone, although she's trying to brush it off.

I smirk. She is kind of cute when she is obviously feeling bad. The urge to tease her is oh so tempting and I am not going to pass up on it.

"Well… if I was lying, I don't think I would have been jerking off at the thought of you the other night in the shower after I paid her a visit. Don't you think?" I ask mockingly, satisfied when a light blush graces her cheeks. Her gorgeous, now green eyes are wide as she stares at me.

"Wait, what? You mean… that night you were thinking of… me?" She sounds stunned, almost in disbelief. She opens her mouth before she closes it again and I smirk, observing her as she struggles internally. "So that means you've been having dirty thoughts about me, huh?"

"For longer than you know, Red," I reply huskily.

Her heart thumps and she cups my face, her gaze dipping to my lips. "Good. Keep it that way," she whispers seductively before she leans in and claims my lips in a hungry, passionate kiss, sending a rocket of pleasure through me whilst shocking me at her sudden move.

It only takes me a fraction of a second to get over my shock, before I am kissing her back with equal passion and hunger. Our lips move in sync, both of us fighting for control with our tongues whilst our lips continue playing with the others.

A soft moan escapes Scarlett as she presses herself down against me, grinding sensually on my dick. Pleasure and desire course through us and I suck on her tongue before exploring her sweet mouth, revelling in the pleasure along with the fact she kissed me first.

The kiss speaks louder than words, giving me the answer to the offer I gave her last night.

We kiss until we need air and only then do we break away. Breathing hard I continue to kiss her down her neck, sucking hard at the most sensitive corner, the place her mate will one day mark her. Her mate.

The very thought of her having a mate, the idea of another male kissing her makes a burning flare of anger rear its head within me. A very strong possessiveness overcomes me, and I growl lowly, feeling my canines elongate.

Scarlett tenses, moving back and I quickly turn my head away, not wanting her to see them.

"You okay?" she asks, reaching for my face. I take a deep breath retracting them before I look into her eyes and nod casually.

"Perfectly. So, I presume this kiss was the answer to my proposition. Is this a yes?" I ask huskily, wrapping my hand around her throat, and applying a little pressure, enough to show her that I have her exactly where I want.

She gasps and I apply more pressure, and a tantalising moan falls from her lips as her arousal hits me hard. Leaning closer, I run my pierced tongue over her lips, making her moan gently as she sucks on the tip.

I moan softly, throbbing against her and instantly she rolls her hips, rubbing against me. I lean back, resting my head against the headrest and rake my eyes over her. "Fuck…" She's sizzling hot and so damn sexy.

"I guess yeah, it's a yes. But there are some rules," she moans softly, watching me as she grinds against me. I bite back a groan of pleasure as she rocks her hips in a circular motion, making me go fucking nuts.

"Oh yeah? And what rules are those?" I ask huskily, trying to focus on the conversation and not the fact she's agreeing to my proposition. I allow my gaze to roam over her body as she continues to rub herself sensually against me.

Any more and I am going to fucking come in my pants.

"As long as we do this, there cannot be anyone else. When either of us wants to end it, the other has to accept it. We both know this is something that has to stay secret," she says, her voice slightly breathless. I kiss her neck sensually and a soft sigh escapes her, and it only makes me want to fuck her right here.

"Anything else, sweetheart?" I ask, slipping my hand under her top and grabbing her firm round breast before kissing her lips hungrily.

"When I meet my mate, you can't ever mention this and the same goes for yours. At the end of the day, this should never happen," she murmurs, tugging away slightly, guilt flickering across her face.

I cock a brow, frowning. "What's to hide?"

"You're my brother, Elijah! This is fucked up even if we're both… you know... into it. If anyone found out – Mama, Dad, Indigo…" She shivers at the thought, her eyes no longer clouded with lust. There's a wistful longing in them, but it disappears quickly.

My brows knit together tightly as I hold her gaze, yanking her bra down to free her breasts from their confines. "Stepbrother. Fuck, Red, I've told you before, it's no fucking big deal. But fine, if that's what you want, we won't tell Dad and Jessica… I still don't get why you think it's fucking taboo."

She bites her lip when I flick her hardened nipple with my thumb, my lips meeting her neck again.

"You're only interested in me because now I look good to you. What if Indigo turns into a gorgeous chick once she's eighteen? Would you fuck her too?" she asks bluntly. I cringe, just the thought makes my building pleasure subside instantly, and it's like someone just doused me in fucking ice cold water.

"Fuck, no! Goddess, that's disgusting. She's my fucking kid sister," I say, repulsed. Scarlett raises an eyebrow with a pointed look on her face.

"She's my blood sister, remember?" she says, emphasising the ‘my'.

Ok, I get her fucking point. I can't explain it to her, but from day one I didn't see Scarlett as a sister. She was just the girl who was moving in. Indy was different.

"Fuck – I'm messed up. Fine, my lips are sealed. No one will know. When either of us is satisfied or wants to move on, we don't hold the other back," I promise, the words already leave a sour taste in my mouth.

Will I really be ok with her moving on? I don't see myself holding up my side of the bargain. She's already a temptation I can't resist and the more I taste of her, the more she's becoming an addiction.

And no one gets bored of Elijah Westwood but the thing is, she's different. Does the same rule apply to the feisty woman in my lap?

Scarlett nods, my words seemingly satisfying her. She takes a deep breath and I massage her breasts.

"Then you have yourself a deal, Alpha Westwood," she says seductively, sliding her hands up my shoulders. "I'm all yours."

"Excellent, I promise you won't regret this," I reply with a cocky smirk as I grip the back of her neck and pull her closer, kissing her roughly once more.