His Doll

Scarlett

I drop onto my bed and sigh heavily as I sit there, staring at the carpeted floor.

Everything is a mess and not just with what's happening with the Desert Storm Pack, but the fact Jackson has marked Mama. I mean, I want Jackson as a father, and I want Elijah too. Is it so unfair to want to have both?

The fact he's marked Mama means she will mark him back at some point, if she hasn't already done so. That means they can actually have kids together. I feel sick at the thought of sharing a sibling with Elijah. Things are already getting more and more complicated between us.

I hear faint footsteps and know it's Elijah before I even hear the light knock on the door.

I don't respond. I don't even know what to say.

"Red… can I please talk to you?" he asks. The floorboards creak as he steps back but I'm certain he knows I'm here, but he doesn't push and I hear him walk away.

Does he know Dad's marked Mama? I don't think so... How will he react to that?

I hear the bathroom door open from his side and narrow my eyes when he tries the handle, but it's locked.

"Red, please."

I don't reply, and I hear him walk away. After a few moments, I realise he's gone and get up, unlocking the door. I shouldn't shut him out, but it's easier to do that.

Sighing softly, I drop back onto my bed and curl up on my side, and after about ten minutes I hear him try the door that now opens.

I am lying on my bed on my side, facing the window, my hands tucked under my cheek. I feel his eyes on me and I'm certain he can see my purple thong from where he's standing. His racing heart is proof of that.

He walks over to the bed, dropping onto it next to me, making me turn my head to frown at him as the bed dips.

"Don't break my bed. Have you seen the size of yourself?" I say, growling.

"I don't remember hearing you complain about my size before." He strokes my thigh, kissing my bare shoulder, sending butterflies swarming through my stomach. I roll my eyes, huffing before I turn onto my back and gaze into his eyes.

"What did they say?" I ask softly. The smell of his aftershave mixed with his usual enriching scent makes me pull him close, burying my nose into his t-shirt. He wraps his arms around me, pulling my body against him.

"Not much, but I told them you had the balls to do what they couldn't and that you are a damn alpha who will do the right thing," he informs me, kissing the top of my head.

"Thank you," I whisper. Goddess, I love you, I add in my head, clinging to him tightly.

I know I'm hot and cold. I keep trying to put distance between us, but he does not seem to mind, always being there for me, and I do need him.

In all of this mess, he is the only thing that keeps me sane. He's the reminder that I'm not alone. I just need that mental support. Just that little bit of reassurance that it is not just me against Zidane, that I am not alone.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, Kitten, but I want you to know I'm not giving up on you – on us," he says huskily. I tilt my head up, our eyes meeting. I can see him searching my eyes for an answer. "I truly care for you. Heck, if you asked for the world, I'd fucking place it at your feet," he adds softly, brushing his fingers through my hair.

His brilliant cerulean eyes hold so much emotion that I feel my core throb from the intensity of that look that he is directing towards me. He runs his thumb along my lips, his eyes darkening when I take his thumb in my mouth and suck on it.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he whispers huskily, leaning down, removing his thumb from my mouth, and capturing my lips in a deep passionate kiss that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

My brain seems to melt into mush. My arms lock around his neck as I pull him closer, my body pressing against his as close as physically possible. My pussy throbs for him, my heart yearns for him, and my soul wants him.

I moan against his lips when his other hand slips under my dress.

"Someone might come..." I murmur in between sensual kisses.

"We'll be quick," he promises seductively, pushing my dress up roughly and tearing my lacy thong off. He massages my wet pussy, biting down on my lip slightly. "You're fucking ready for me, baby girl. I love how your body reacts to me."

Reaching up, he pulls my dress down to my waist, unlatching my bra and tossing it aside. He takes a moment to admire me, his eyes roaming appreciatively over me before he grabs my hips and kisses me roughly. His hands roughly run up my body and he squeezes my breasts.

"On all fours, sweetheart," he murmurs, making me bite my lip in anticipation. I watch him unzip his pants, my chest rising and falling, thinking, He looks so sexy . I turn around and get up on my hands and knees as I bend over in front of him, wiggling my ass teasingly. He delivers a sharp tap, making me hiss.

"Fuck," I moan, my pussy throbbing for more. He kisses my neck softly, grabs my hip, and positions his cock at my entrance. He thrusts into me, making me bite my lip at the pain as I feel his full girth stretch me out.

He doesn't give me a chance to recover as he begins to fuck me hard. "Oh fuck, that's it." I whimper, doing my best to keep my voice down. Every time he rams into me, my body feels like it will buckle. I grip the sheets tightly, pleasure coursing through me. I want to scream out, but I know anyone might hear us. The thought makes me nervous, yet there is something about it that excites me. Something about this dangerous, illicit secret of ours that I know can get us into trouble.

A knock on the door makes Elijah pause, my eyes widening.

"Scarlett, can I have a word with you?" Mama's voice comes from the other side.

"Umm, can it wait? I'm just about to get into the shower," I say, trying to sound normal. Elijah smirks, his one hand now wrapping around my throat and pulling me up against him, his other hand slipping between my thighs and to my wet folds.

"I won't take long, darling. Please don't shut me out," Mama pleads. I bite my lip, my eyes close as his finger finds my clit and rubs it tantalisingly, sending shooting sparks up my body, his dick still buried deep in my pussy.

"M-Mama, please, I'm already undressed, I-I won't be-" I almost gasp when Elijah begins moving inside of me slowly, my eyes widening. He sucks on the tip of my ear, making me shiver. "I won't be long… just let me shower first," I breathe. I hear Mama sigh.

"Okay… please come find me when you've showered. Aunty Amelia's coming for dinner too. She heard you're back."

"Okay, Mama, I will," I promise, my eyes rolling back in my head as Elijah fucks me slow and sensually.

"I love you, Scarlett," Mama whispers. Even in my pleasure-filled state, I can hear the genuineness in her voice.

"I know, I love you too," I reply, trying to focus on Mama and, at the same time, trying not to scream out in pleasure as Elijah picks up speed. My cheeks are flushed and I'm unable to hold back a soft moan. Elijah clamps his hand over my mouth, both of us listening until Mama retreats down the hall.

"That wasn't too bad, was it, Kitten?" he whispers in my ear as he begins fucking me hard and fast. I can't speak. His hand continues its assault on my clit, the other still firmly over my mouth, muffling any sound that escapes me.

Everything is gone from my mind, I can only think of the way he is fucking me and the pleasure that I feel. One of my hands reaches behind, gripping his thigh, the other on my breast as I twist and pinch one of my nipples.

The sensation of pure ecstasy I am feeling consumes me. My back arches, letting out a muffled scream against his hand as an earth-shattering climax tears through me. My release knocks Elijah off the edge and he reaches his own release before he lets go of my mouth, instead wrapping his hand around my throat. I turn my head, my lips meeting his in a rough, bruising kiss.

"You're a fucking sex doll," he whispers, his tongue stroking mine. "And you're mine."

"Same back at ya. But I never knew you liked to play with dolls," I tease breathlessly, trying to get my breath back. He pulls his now flaccid cock out of me, still holding me against him, and caresses my stomach.

"I like to play with this one," he murmurs huskily. He lowers me onto the bed, leans over me, and kisses me. I inhale deeply, liking the masculine scent that comes from him, and it only makes me want to pull him closer. There is nothing about him I don't like. The t-shirt he hadn't removed is slightly damp from sweat and I kiss his neck sensually.

"I don't know what to do, Elijah. I don't want this to end, but do you really think we can continue this now?" I ask quietly.

"Being back here shouldn't change your mind."

"Yeah, and even after seeing Mama marked, if you think-"

"What?" Elijah interrupts, his eyes sharp as he stares at me.

"Mama… Dad's marked her," I say, my stomach twisting. Fuck, he didn't know.

His heart is thudding as he jerks back and gets off the bed as if he has been electrocuted. His eyes darken and I feel the surge of his aura fill the room.

"What the actual fuck," he mutters, pulling up his jeans on his way to head to the door.

"Elijah, calm down. You can't storm out there reeking of sex and me," I say, my heart thundering. I had been ready to say that I want him, no matter what, and that I am ready to make this work if he thinks we can. "Elijah, can-"

The sound of a door shutting greets me. Slowly, I sit up, pull my knees to my chest, and rest my head on top of them, closing my eyes. It hurts, the way he just left me so suddenly. I feel used and empty. Maybe this is a sign that we are not meant to be.