You’re Mine

Scarlett

H is lips feel so damn good.

Fuck how is he so good at this? Ok, maybe he's had a lot of practice. The reminder of how his cum tasted lingers in my mind and just how sexy he looked with his head tilted back, his Adam's apple bobbing, legs apart and his hand in my hair.

Goddess. I'm in trouble.

He is damn perfection – from his deep V, his smooth-shaven lower regions, the mushroom tip of his dick and how damn big he is. My need for him is growing intensely and a part of me is just saying to let him fuck me. There is not an inch of him that is not perfect, as if the Goddess herself carved him with flawless precision.

My body still feels tender, my pussy throbbing from his touch. I don't care if this is wrong. If the taste of sin is this good, then I don't care if it's forbidden.

But will I fall harder?

When he moves back, those sexy blue eyes of his glint with satisfaction. A look full of approval and a hint of smugness.

"I could get used to this," he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck, sending my heart fluttering.

I know that the next time we get intimate, I am going to give him my all. He has given birth to an addicting desire within me.

Seeing his god-like body before me just drives me crazy. I smile faintly, caressing his jaw.

I know that in the end, I won't be the one walking away.

That's what I'm afraid of, that when he's done with me, I'll be the one left broken.

After one taste, will he get bored with me and end it? Pushing the ache that fills my chest away, I focus on the present. I will deal with my broken heart when the time comes.

"This was perfect," he murmurs, his hand still around my throat, the other fondling my breast as he kisses me again. My stomach rumbles loudly and he chuckles as I blush.

"Crap," I say, pressing my hand to my stomach as Elijah chuckles.

"I better go get some food for the beast." He moves back and, to my surprise, places a soft kiss on my stomach. It's things like this that truly affect me.

I sit up slowly as he makes quick work of getting dressed while I sit there shamelessly checking out his fine ass. Damn, he has a good butt. I look away smoothly when he turns back to me. "I'll see you in a bit."

I nod as he runs his eyes over my naked body once again before he leaves the room, this time taking his wallet with him. I look down at my body taking a deep breath. There are marks scattered over my breasts, one or two on my waist and I smile, brushing my fingers over them. They're already fading.

Dropping back onto the pillow, I stare at the ceiling. I can still feel his touch, the way his fingers curled inside of me, the way his tongue ravished me. This was my first time giving a blow job. Could he tell?

Mine and Aiden's relationship had been simple and far more innocent. We had sex once, but things with Elijah are different. I hope I did good enough. He seemed to be enjoying it…

I close my eyes, remembering the way his face looked, the groans that escaped him and-

Not thinking about me, are you? Elijah's voice comes through the mind-link. Jerking up I look at the door as if he's about to burst in any minute. My cheeks burn as if I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

No! I'm about to shower actually. I don't have time to think about you! I lie, making him laugh.

Mhmm, if you say so, Red, his reply comes. I smile softly, not replying as I get off the bed.

My legs feel like jelly after that orgasm. Smiling, I gather my clothes and dump them in my washing bag and back into my suitcase. Taking out my toiletries and nightwear, I hurry to the bathroom, wanting to be done by the time Elijah returns.

I shower, moisturising before putting on my oversized, off-shoulder top with Princess Mulan on it and black leggings. I have just finished blow-drying my hair when the door opens and Elijah enters holding the food bags in one hand and the drink cups and keys in the other.

He shuts the door with his foot and for a moment, time stands still. My heart skips a beat as he approaches the bed. I can still smell our earlier antics on him, but it's the look in his eyes as he checks me out that has me all giddy.

"You were quick," I say.

"Luckily there was a chip shop open around the corner. They were about to shut shop, but I persuaded them to take my order," he explains with a smirk. "We got lucky, even though I got there a little late." He winks at me as he places the paper bags on the bed beside me.

"Perfect timing. Or did you abuse your alpha power?" I ask, arching an eyebrow as I rub my stomach. Damn, I'm starved! I glance up seeing his attention on my breasts. I didn't put on a bra as we'll be sleeping after, but the fact I can get his attention like that…

I suppress a smirk as I begin opening the bags.

"You know it doesn't really work like that on humans, but either way, you got your chips. Feed that beast, I'll be out soon," he says, licking his lips and the light glints off his tongue piercing.

A tiny frown creases his forehead before he turns and heads to the bathroom. The door closes with a snap, but I don't plan to eat until he returns. Instead, I scroll through my phone.

Should I message Indigo? She seemed hurt and I don't know, going to see our so-called father... I don't want to do that with bad blood between us.

"Alright, here goes."

SCARLETT: Hey, I'm sorry for intruding into your personal space. I didn't mean to offend you. So, just texting to say I'm sorry.

I look at the screen, seeing her come online. The message changes to ‘read' but then she goes offline. I wait, seeing her come online again, but still there's no reply.

After a few minutes, I realise I'm not going to get an answer. I put my phone down and begin taking the food out and setting it up on the bed.

I don't like to get emotional over it but it does hurt at times.

I'm not letting her get me down. Not tonight.

Elijah

I shower quickly using her toiletries since I didn't bother grabbing mine, the soap stinging the scratches she gave me during our little session. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist, I realise I didn't even bring my clothes in with me. But my behaviour unsettled even me.

Since when do I do the small intimate things?

The image of her on her knees in front of me, with my dick in her mouth, flashes through my mind. I groan, fuck. I thought I'd be a little satisfied once I had a taste of her, but it just seems to have made me fucking hornier and in need of way fucking more.

Shaking my head, I wipe the steam from the mirror, looking at my reflection when the deep red marks on my neck capture my attention. Leaning closer, I inspect the scratches. They are as fresh as if I had just received them. They should be gone by now. I'm an alpha and they were not even that deep – why aren't they healing quickly?

Is this what happened with Hank? There is something different about Scarlett, more than just her wolf size, the unique colour of her fur and her strength. I smirk, well a few cuts are worth it, a pleasant reminder of what we did.

I re-enter the bedroom and see Scarlett has arranged the food on the paper bags on one of the beds. She hasn't begun eating, clearly waiting for me, and browsing the TV. Her eyes shift to me, trailing over my body. She seems to be following the trickles of water that drip down my abs, licking her lips distractedly.

Fuck.

"Don't," I growl.

"Don't what?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't lick your lips or I'll put them to good use," I murmur, walking over and sitting on the other bed, facing her. She smirks until she looks down at me, her eyes widening as she stares at me.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"Why? Am I bothering you, Red?" I tease mockingly. "Just admit it, I am the sexiest man you've ever seen."

"You mean the most annoyingly cocky guy? Yeah," Scarlett replies, scoffing. "You are so full of yourself."

"Actually, you're the one who will be so full of me soon enough." She almost chokes as she coughs and glares at me. "Just admit that you find me completely sexy."

She rolls her eyes in reply and I smirk, observing her unwrap her fish and chips wrapper and begin eating. A soft moan of satisfaction leaving her lips when she bites into a chip.

"Goddess, I'm starved," she groans, licking the salt and vinegar off her finger.

It's like I'm really noticing her properly now. I wonder how I never really noticed some stuff about her. Her ears are pierced several times, including her tragus on her right ear, which I can see from where I sit. She has dimples when she smiles, her lashes are long, and her face is pretty expressive.

I smile slightly as I, too, begin eating, having bought myself a chicken fillet burger and chips.

"So, when is your alpha initiation ceremony?" she asks, turning her gorgeous green eyes on me. Her gaze dips lower a few times, but she's determined to keep her eyes on my face.

I'm tempted to tease her, but instead I answer the question.

"Dad's delaying it. It should have been finalised by now, but he is avoiding the conversation," I say coldly, unable to hide my anger.

"Hey… he probably has a reason," she says, placing a hand on my shoulder. She looks into my stormy eyes, my frown simply deepening. "Dad is super proud of you."

"I don't know. If he was, wouldn't he have made me Alpha by now? This just feels like an insult, as if I'm not worthy of being a fucking alpha," I say coldly.

"You will be an amazing alpha. I don't really want to make you any more big-headed than you already are, but you clearly care for your pack. You're mature and fair, and you know what's best for the pack. All you're missing is your Luna…" she trails off. Her heart races, and she removes her hand, looking down at her food. I don't miss the change in her heartbeat, but I don't comment on it.

"Yeah, that's exactly his fucking reason. A fucking luna won't make me a better alpha. I don't need a mate and neither do I believe in love," I say, making Scarlett's gaze snap up to me.

"That's not actually true. Dad isn't wrong, you need a luna. You may not realise it now, but she will be an important part of your life… You say you don't believe in love, Elijah, but I'm sure when your mate is before you, you'll fall unconditionally in love with her." She smiles, which only irritates me more.

The way she is talking is as if she's totally ok with me finding my fucking mate, it's clear she does not really give a fuck about me. Just thinking about her with a mate of her own pisses me off entirely. I have only just gotten her and I want to enjoy time with her for as long as possible.

"Are you looking forward to finding yours?" I ask coldly. She looks at me and nods.

"Yes, because I'm sure he'll love me. Although my father was an awful mate to my mother, most mates are great. Look at Aaron and Monica, Aunty Adeline and Uncle Damien, Jacob and Nick… they're perfect," she says, smiling softly, looking into my eyes. "I'm sure the Moon Goddess will give me a mate who will complete me in every way."

My frown only deepens, her speaking lovingly about some fucking guy that she hasn't even met yet only further angers me. I am not sure if it is because of our strong difference of opinion or what, but my rage only flares up into a burning inferno within me. I lean over and grab her by the neck.

"Well, until the shitshow turns up, you're mine. I'll fuck you so good, that when you do finally get to fuck him, you'll be thinking about me," I say in a rough whisper. Scarlett frowns, looking into my eyes that are flickering from cerulean to cobalt.

"I'll let you know if I do, although I don't think anyone can do me better than my mate," she shoots back.

Don't fuck with me.

I snarl menacingly, crashing my lips against hers as I kiss her roughly. She gasps, not expecting me to do that, and I take the chance to slip my tongue into her mouth, pushing her back on the bed and lean over her.

I kiss her harder, fuelled by my emotions – passion, anger, possessiveness. For now, she is fucking mine and I do not appreciate her talking about someone else. She presses at my chest, trying to push me off, her own body betraying her as she moans against my lips.

My cock presses against her stomach, when suddenly her eyes fly open and she tries to push me off, but I'm stronger. That's when she growls and to my fucking surprise, she bites my lip. Hard.

The taste of blood fills my mouth as I release her, breathing heavily.

"Fuck, Red," I growl, breaking away and sitting back.

"Fuck you. What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yells. I lick my lip, smirking arrogantly.

"You're turned on by whatever the hell that was, so you tell me," I counter mockingly.

"Don't act so- such a…" she begins, glaring at me but she trails off, her eyes falling to my neck. Spotting the red scratches from earlier her frown fades away. She gets off the bed. "What happened to your- fuck…" she trails off and looks away, a flash of guilt on her face.

"Guess you like to leave a lasting mark and I don't mind it. It's a reminder of what we were up to," I reply lightly, giving her a wink, noticing that even my lip isn't healing.

She looks into my eyes as if searching for something, and I don't know what it is, but she simply shakes her head.

"Your lip won't heal. I would say sorry, but you kind of deserved it," she says, bending down to examine it. Her soft green eyes meet my deep blue ones.

"Maybe I did but you should at least give me a kiss to make up for it," I say seductively, my hands going to her hips as I tug her into my lap. She straddles me willingly, a soft sigh escaping her lips when my dick presses against her core.

"Nope, not happening." Her eyes meet mine, weakening her resolve. "Fine. One kiss and then bed," she says firmly.

"Make it a good one," I murmur, my hands slipping under her top to stroke her hips. She looks into my eyes. I can hear her heart hammering. Leaning towards me, her lips meet mine softly. A strange emotion runs through me as I close my eyes, kissing her back. Something about these soft kisses we've shared confuses me, yet I enjoy them.

Our lips move in sync as if performing a sensual dance. Neither of us fights for control, simply enjoying the soft touch of the other. Scarlett sighs softly moving back, leaving me wanting more. My heart is pounding as she slowly gets off my lap and I don't argue. Our eyes lock, my head feeling a little light. All I can think of is her. The effect she has on me is mind-blowing.

"Good enough?" she asks, trying to lighten the odd mood that has settled.

"You can say that," I say, her gaze flickering to the obvious tent formed in my towel. Blushing lightly, she turns her back to me, gathering up the rubbish. I simply lean back on my hands, my eyes fixed on her ass. Oh, I cannot wait to fuck her and something tells me that day is going to be soon.