Pleasure in the Night

Elijah

" W hat?" She looks up at me sharply, her eyes widening. "No, Elijah, if something happens-"

"And what if something happens to you? This is not up for discussion. I'll make up some excuse to Dad and we can handle this discreetly and efficiently." Or I hope so anyway

She seems pretty surprised as she ruffles her hair. "I don't know…"

"I'm not letting you do this alone, so take your pick. I go to Dad and tell him everything or you let me help you, Red," I reply, watching her arrogantly, knowing she doesn't have much choice but to accept my help.

She glares at me. "Wow, I don't really know how to process this. I'm finding it hard to believe that you actually want to help me, of all people." She raises her eyebrow sceptically as I toss the dishcloth on the counter after wiping down the last of the dishes.

Crossing my arms, I lean against the counter.

"Why wouldn't I help? This is my pack, and no matter how annoying your sexy ass is, you are part of it," I say, frowning as I look down at her seriously.

She looks away and nods. "Hmm, I guess," she murmurs with uncertainty.

"Look, this is best for everyone. They were only a twenty-minute drive away from here, meaning your father probably already knows exactly where you guys are staying. You need someone with you. There is no way you can take on a pack alone and I am pretty capable of handling an alpha."

Even just the two of us are not enough to take on an entire pack, but it's a sticky situation.

"Hmm," she hums, still doubtful. Our eyes meet and the urge to move closer, tuck her hair behind her ear and promise her that I'll take care of her crosses my mind, but I frown, pushing that thought away.

Those thoughts are not the concern of a brother… definitely not.

"Have a think on it, but it's either both of us or neither of us."

What am I doing? I've never been like this towards her before. Sure, I'd tease her, tug her hair, tickle her, toss her into the pool, but what I did earlier crossed a line.

I look away, frowning, knowing I needed to get out of here.

"Well, I'm heading out. I have a late-night rendezvous with a certain bombshell." Although she seems to lack the flavour and spice the doll in front of me has…

"Sure, have fun." Her voice is flat, hostile even and I cock a brow. "Make sure you lock the door on your way out."

She leaves the kitchen abruptly before I can even reply, slamming the door behind her.

"Sure thing." I nod at the closed door and grab my phone. I head out towards the packhouse where I know Fiona will be anticipating my arrival.

Time to get some pussy.

"Oh, Elijah, that's it!" Fiona moans breathlessly, pleasure coursing through her as she rides my cock, her moans of desire fill the room, mixed with my own groans. The smell of sex fills the air as pleasure flows through us both.

"That's it, come for me," I groan, looking up at the woman above me. Her breasts bounce with every thrust as I grip her hips tightly, ramming her down on my dick. Her head is tilted back in pure ecstasy, her cheeks flushed and her hair a sexy mess. Marks I have left on her cover her neck and breasts, and despite the fact I have a hot woman riding me, it's not enough.

Through the lust-filled haze, I am not completely into it. Sure, it feels fucking good, and she is sexy as hell, but something is missing, something that is not letting me lose all control and drown in her tight pussy.

Focus, Elijah.

I try to focus on the pleasure, try to chase my release as I grab her thighs.

I keep my eyes trained on her, watching her tits bounce, looking down at my cock squeezed into her when suddenly the image of Scarlett riding me flashes through my mind. Her lush, thick thighs straddle me, her ass hitting my thighs as I pound into her. Her hands squeeze her breasts that are covered by a sexy lace red bra, her smooth creamy skin completely fucking flawless, and her head of lush red locks tilts back whilst she's biting those plush sexy lips.

A sharp jolt of pleasure rushes through me and I freeze in shock at the explicit image that has filled my mind. What the fuck is that?

"Ouch! Elijah, you're hurting me!" Fiona whimpers, grabbing onto my wrists. I blink, pushing the vivid image from my mind and look down to see Fiona clutching onto my wrists, as she's fruitlessly trying to remove my hands from her thighs. My eyes widen slightly when I realise my fingers are digging into her, so consumed by that vision in my mind that I didn't even notice.

"Fuck, sorry!" I let go of her instantly and look at the bruises I have left behind.

She smiles weakly, shaking her head. "I'm fine," she whispers, smiling as she places her hands on my chest, she begins thrusting down on me once again, but even that small amount of pleasure I felt isn't doing it anymore.

I feel as if I've been doused in a bucket of ice water. I grab her wrists, and remove them from my chest, not wanting her to touch me. Suddenly, I feel repulsed. Grabbing her by the waist and lifting her off me, I drop her pretty unceremoniously onto the bed.

I sit up; I can't do this. She just isn't doing it for me and the damning realisation when that image crossed my mind has made the feelings and thoughts about Scarlett crystal clear. Not only do I find her smoking hot, I want to do her even if she is my fucking stepsister.

"Babe… is everything ok?" Fiona asks, gently placing her slender hand on my bicep, and I tense.

"Don't," I warn, my voice dangerously cold. Fiona freezes, removing her hand instantly and I suddenly want to wash every touch of her off me.

"S-sorry…" she stutters. "I… I don't know what I did wrong…" A tense silence falls between us, and I run my fingers through my curls, exhaling slowly as I lower my head for a moment.

We have been on and off fuck buddies for a few years before I left for alpha training. Whenever I would visit, we would get it on. Many had thought, and hoped, that we would turn out to be mates, which wasn't the case. It was something that had upset her. I still remember that Blood Moon where she had rushed to see me only to find out that we weren't fated.

It didn't bother me, but her devastation was written all over her face. But despite that it didn't stop her from fucking around with me whenever I wanted. Maybe she hoped for more, that maybe we would become a serious couple and I might choose her as my Luna.

But it is common knowledge that I don't believe in the mate bond or its value. It's just something that really means nothing… Dad's so-called love was proof of that. He was able to forget his Goddess-given, sacred mate in less than a year.

Although I knew of Fiona's hopes that I might fall in love with her, it was a delusion I never entertained. I have always warned her about calling me by any pet name or anything like that and I made it very clear that we are nothing more than occasional sex partners. She is just one of many and I only see her as a good fuck. Something that is now clearly not working any longer.

I stand up and pick up my boxers, slipping them on, although I'm still fucking hard.

"I just… are you ok, Elijah? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?" she asks softly as I pull on my pants.

"No, it seems like you just don't do it for me anymore," I reply quietly. My words are harsh, and I know it, even before she flinches, her heart racing as she looks down.

"I'm sorry, maybe we can try something else…" she offers as she moves to the end of the bed, "I can give you a blowjob instead?"

I look at her. I have to admit that out of all the women I've slept with, she is the least annoying. She could possibly even be the ideal luna; she is genuine, sweet, and cares for others. The daughter of the previous Delta too, but I never really saw her as more than just a fuck.

"If we have to try to make something work, it means it's fucking useless. It's nothing personal, Fiona but I think we're done," I say, not bothering to put my shirt on as I hold it in my hand and walk to the window. I glance back at the she-wolf who has tears in her eyes. She never should have got emotionally invested.

I look down at the ground outside. I'm on the third floor. Climbing onto the windowsill, I jump down smoothly, landing with ease before I straighten up and head towards home. My mind is a mess, and I have a very uncomfortable hard-on to accompany it.

The night is peaceful and as far as I know, maybe a run might get rid of some of these emotions that are coursing through me. I'm unable to get a certain vision in red out of my head.

I enter our mansion and take the stairs two at a time, silently heading down the hall towards my bedroom. I stop in the doorway, noticing that my bags have been unpacked. Irritation floods me, knowing it was probably Jessica. I hate when she tries to be fucking nice to me. She should focus on her daughters instead. But right now I have other things to deal with, like this hard-on.

I walk towards the shared bathroom, realising her scent lingers in the air; I throb hard as I inhale deeply.

Fuck, she is really fucking messing with my mind.

Frustration, desire, and hunger for something I really shouldn't be thinking of consume me as I strip and step into the shower. There's a large collection of toiletries that are obviously hers, sitting on the edge of the tub.

Her clothes from earlier on are in the hamper near the door that leads to her bedroom, dangling out, and for a second I fight the urge to go see if there's any lingerie in there.

What the fuck am I thinking?

My mind wanders back to the explicit image of her in her red bra, riding me, and my cock twitches at the thought. I slam my hand against the bathroom wall, knowing exactly what I'm about to do.

Am I fucking doing this for real? Yeah, I am.

I wrap my hand around my hardened shaft, stroking my dick as I picture her in my mind. The way she looked when I licked her wound, the smell of her arousal, her ass that moves so fucking sexily in those yoga pants of hers…

Pleasure courses through me and I picture bending her over in this very shower and slamming my cock into her. I suck in a breath, cursing in my head as I imagine her moaning in pleasure.

Groaning quietly, I speed up, imagining those sexy red lips wrapped around my dick. The sound of her gagging as she throats my dick. I'm so consumed in my own fucking thoughts I don't even realise that the bathroom door from Scarlett's room has opened…