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Scarlett

“ E lijah!” I hiss, wanting him to stop as he leads me through the packhouse hallways. I drag my feet, but he simply turns and lifts me bridal style, making my heart race, and carries me up the stairs. “Where are you taking me?”

“To my office, sweetheart,” he answers, his eyes glinting. I frown at him.

“Don’t manhandle me.”

His smirk vanishes, and he lowers me to the ground as if worried that he’ll trigger me. I mask my smile. He really is sweet, but sweet isn’t enough . He blew Fiona off downstairs, but the moment I’m not around, she will be right there annoyingly stuck to his side, and who knows what he’ll do for her. He enters the room, his hold on me now gentle. Closing the door, he locks it and turns to me. “You promised to talk to me.”

I turn away from him, walking to the window. “K… what do you want to talk about?” I ask quietly.

“A few things. Can you at least please look at me?” He walks over to me, and my heart skips a beat when I realise he’s come up right behind me. I can feel the heat from his body against me. I sigh and turn, crossing my arms over my chest. He gives me a small smile before taking my hand and leading me to the desk and sits down, lifting me onto the desk in front of him. Looking up at me, he rests his hands on my thighs.

“Make it quick,” I say, looking into those eyes I love.

He nods. “I should have been there by your side and there’s no excuse for it. I failed you,” he starts, a flash of hurt rushes through me and I look away. He takes my hands, kissing them both softly, not caring about the blood that coats one of them. “I know you think you’re alone and I can’t blame you for thinking that. When you needed someone, there wasn’t anyone there; whether it was with your father, those men, or Hank. You’re the one who’s suffered so fucking much, whilst all I did was make empty promises. Promises I truly meant, but couldn’t keep…” He looks down, his voice ridden with pain and guilt, causing my heart to ache.

I can see the slight tremble in his hands, and I want to pull him to my chest and run my fingers through his glossy brown locks and tell him it’s okay. Why does he always break my resolve? I don’t move towards him, despite the crushing pain in my heart that wants me to tell him it isn’t his fault.

“You didn’t mean to let me down, I just…” I sigh, looking towards the window. “I thought he’d succeed. I really thought you’d come, but you didn’t, and then I realised I only had myself. That it’s only girls like Fiona who get the knights in shining armour…” I trail off, my eyes stinging. I swallow, trying to fight back my tears, my hair shielding my face, not wanting him to look at me. He stands up, pulling me into his chest, his heart beating violently in his chest.

“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, Red, so fucking sorry. I should have been there for you, with you. Nothing I say can undo that, but please give me one last chance to prove myself. I love you. Fuck, you’re everything, Red. No one fucking compares,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

He moves back slightly, cupping my face as I struggle to fight back my tears. “I love you, and only you. I wish I never comforted her; I only protected her as I would have anyone, but unknowingly, I caused you harm by doing so. You’re the only one for me, Kitten, please.” His coarse thumbs caress my cheeks as he places a chaste kiss on my forehead. “The Goddess made you strong because you’re one hell of a fighter.” No longer able to hold my tears back, I close my eyes as they stream down my face.

“I’m always the one left to fend for myself,” I whisper. “I can’t do this. I can’t begin to fall under the false pretence that I can rely on someone who we both know may not even be there when I need them.” I know he saved me from my father, and he took a bullet for me today, but it just hurts too much.

I can see the pain in his eyes at my words. He goes down on his knees, his head level with my chest as he looks up at me, pulling my forehead down to his.

“Then what if I said that I need you in my life to continue living in this fucking world? Without you, there’s nothing to live for. I need you, Kitten, more than anything,” he whispers, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. The love, regret and pain resonating through his words.

And with it, my determination breaks at his words, a sob escaping me.

I need him too, but I’m scared…

Why are we so lost? So close, yet so far? He buries his head against my stomach. I part my legs, still sitting on the desk, and let him pull me close, closing my eyes. Another sob leaves my lips as I wrap my arms around his head, crying into his hair.

This love, it terrifies me so much, yet at the same time I have never felt as many emotions as I do when I am with him. Never have I been so happy, content, and complete. How can I let my walls down when he has already ripped them down and made his way in, no matter how hard I’ve tried to keep him out?

We stay like this, simply holding each other in our embrace. The sun shines through the window, warming our skin. Two souls, so different, like the sun and moon. Yet we fit together like two halves of a whole. Our bond is so strong, that neither of us feels the need for a mate bond to be present.

His hands never leave me, massaging and stroking my back comfortingly. I may not have seen it, but he has been there for me so much more than I’ve realised, doing all these small things he would never have done for anyone else. He has made me face my inner demons. I need him as much as he needs me, and I know only with him will I feel truly complete.

Only when I stop crying does Elijah stop stroking my back and move back, looking into my eyes, brushing away my tears.

“What else did you want to talk about?” I ask softly.

“About initiating you back into the pack. It’s been too long, Scarlett. If you had your mind-link… things could have been different,” he whispers. I look away, knowing there is truth in that, but my eyes burn with determination.

“I’m sorry, but I won’t be joining this pack again.”

Elijah

“What do you mean?” I ask, feeling as if she just slapped me across the face. I stand up, my stomach twisting. Since returning from our trip, the conversation has been brought up twice, but she has side-lined it both times. Just the thought of her not being in the pack makes me upset and fills me with dread. How will she become my Luna if she isn’t planning on joining the pack?

“I mean I need to handle Zidane. I have a pack who needs me,” she says quietly.

“And I’m going to help you,” I say, “You’re not alone, Red.”

“You have a pack to run. If you’re with me, he won’t believe I’m willing to join him, and I need him to maybe think that I’m ready to do just that.”

“Wait, what? You’re going to try to go alone? Do you think he’s even capable of that? He’s a fucking psycho,” I remind her, frowning.

“Let’s not discuss this right now. Tell me, is there anything else you wanted to discuss, Alpha?” she asks, making her voice seductive. Looking up at me with innocent eyes, clearly trying to distract me. I don’t know where we stand, but I will trust in our love and just go with my gut instinct. I know she cares even if she doesn’t want to admit it. But right now, I can’t let her distract me. This is serious.

“We’re not done, Scarlett…” I say. She frowns, running her hands down to my pants. My eyes widen in confusion, trying to ignore the blood rushing south. I step back. “W-what are you doing?” She raises an eyebrow.

“What happened, Westwood, scared of a girl touching you?” she teases, smirking as she looks at the front of my pants. “Seems like someone’s excited.”

“No… I just… you didn’t let me fuck you whilst you were in heat, and now you’re – am I forgiven?” I ask, my eyes lighting up in surprise and relief. She smirks and I internally kick myself. I probably look as lame as a fucking kid being offered candy. She sighs, looking at her hands, her playful smile gone. “Hey, I won’t complain, it’s just – you’re hot and cold, baby girl.”

She nods, turning away slightly.

“I’m messed up, Elijah. I’ve liked you for so long, fell for you so hard… I just, don’t get it. Sometimes I feel like you care, then at times, I feel like you don’t. I have so much baggage and so many insecurities,” she admits. I know that’s something that is hard for her to admit, but at least she’s opening up to me.

“That is not true. Fuck, Red, you mean the world to me, and that ain’t going to change. I want you, no one else. You will be my Luna. Fuck the mate bond, the rules, and the fact were stepsiblings. I don’t care about any of it, I want you, nothing else,” I say, my eyes flashing dangerously. She looks at me, her heart racing.

“You can’t risk it all Elijah, I’m not worth nh-!” I thread my fingers through her hair, tugging her head back and kiss her lips hard. She tries moving back, pushing against my hard chest, but her lips are defying her, and I keep a hold on her, coaxing her tongue with my own.

Standing between her legs, I push her backwards onto my desk as I bend over her, continuing to kiss her passionately, wanting her to feel what she means to me, what she makes me feel. The love and desire I’ve never experienced for anyone before her. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I feel her stop resisting. I pull back, breathing heavily, my hard-on pressed against her core.

“Am I forgiven?” I ask quietly, trying to control myself from just devouring her. I’ve been starved for far too long. My eyes flicker from light to dark blue. She smirks teasingly.

“Only if you let me tie you up,” she pouts, sitting up, she begins to undo my belt. I raise an eyebrow, watching her pull my belt out of my trousers. She licks her lips, looking at my bulge. “So can I?” She tilts her head challengingly, looking at me.

“I may be nice to you, Kitten, but there’s no way you’re ever tying me up. I’m the Alpha, baby, if anyone’s getting tied up it’s you,” I say, a dangerous smirk crossing my lips.

“I’m an alpha too,” she challenges.

“You are, but you’re also a sexy little devil, one who I never knew was so kinky…” I whisper in her ear.

“Don’t try to distract me,” she murmurs as I tug the belt from her hand, placing it aside as I lift her top over her head and toss it aside, looking at her breasts that are squeezed into a black bra.

“I’m not trying. What’s the matter? Are you distracted?” I counter, as I reach for her bra and tear it off her, making her gasp as I admire her pierced tits.

“That was one of my favourites!” she growls with a pout on her face.

“Too bad, I prefer you without it,” I say, pulling my own shirt off before pulling her against me and kissing her again. Tingles of pleasure dance through me and I groan against her lips. She locks her arms around my neck, her heart thumping.

“Elijah…” she says quietly, slowly pulling away, but I don’t let her move too far, her breasts still grazing my chest. I move my head back, looking into her eyes, concern once again prominent in mine – showing her I am listening. “When I was in heat… were you not tempted?” she asks. “You say you’re crazy about me, and then you didn’t even…”

Is she for real?

I close my eyes, frustrated. I run my fingers through my hair, shocked that she is even asking me that.

“Seriously, Red? Why the fuck do you think I didn’t touch? How much more can I show you I fucking want you? I didn’t touch you because I fucking love you! Yes, I wanted to fuck your brains out, but above that, I give a fuck about what you wanted! You went through shit; did you want me to become a fucking animal and give in to my carnal desires?” I ask, unable to keep the anger and hurt from my voice.

How can she doubt my love for her, or even think that I don’t find her so fucking tempting?

Scarlett looks at me, staring at me as if she is seeing me for the first time.

“Sorry, I just didn’t think of it like that. Chill,” she whispers, a pout on her plump lips. I take a calming breath, pulling her closer.

“If you want me to show you how much I want you, I can show you right now.” I grab some of her hair and tug her head back a little roughly.

“I like the sound of that,” she whispers, parting her lips.

“You’re one fucking stubborn temptress,” I groan before I kiss her roughly, my tongue dominating hers. My hands reach for her trousers, but instead of pulling them off, I tear them from her body, making her gasp. I push her back on the desk, kissing her down her neck and shoulders, my hands grabbing and squeezing her breasts.

She moans in pleasure, welcoming the sting of pain that accompanies my rough touch. I pinch her nipples, tugging on her piercings before I run my tongue down the valley between her breasts. I continue my assault on her body, kissing and licking her down her stomach, making her wriggle and moan beneath me.

I lick my lips, admiring her. She looks so fucking sexy. I rub her pussy over her soaking panties before I rip them off too and toss them aside.

I kiss her pussy, groaning at the delicious taste of her juices. I’m rewarded with a moan as I pleasure her with my tongue before I move back, pushing two fingers into her hot core, making her cry out louder. I watch her writhe in pleasure as she lays there on my desk, her legs apart. I claim her mouth with mine, my tongue flicking hers roughly. Her moans of pleasure get louder as she reaches her climax, her juices squirting out of her, almost making me come as well.

“Fuck,” I groan as I pull my fingers out, licking them clean as I watch her come down from the high of her orgasm. I step back and grab my belt, making her eyes widen, her chest still rising and falling heavily.

“Turn over and bend that ass over my desk, baby girl.” She does as she’s told, the intoxicating scent like a fucking narcotic. My dick throbs hard at the view of her ass bent over in front of me.

She bites her lip when I deliver a sharp tap to her ass, a moan escaping her lips. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that everyone will know exactly what we’re doing in here,” I whisper seductively in her ear, making quick work of pulling her arms behind her and tying her up with the belt.

“You…” she trails off, letting out a breathy moan. Pushing her down, I admire the way her breasts press against the cool surface of the desk. I unzip my pants and push down my boxers, positioning myself at her entrance. It has been way too long since she’s milked my cock. I bite my lip, rubbing myself torturously along her entrance. My head tilts backwards as I enjoy how fucking good this feels.

“Fuck, don’t tease,” she moans. I grab her by her hair, kissing her neck before I thrust into her roughly, making her cry out. My other hand grabs her hip as I pull out completely and then ram into her again. The force presses her down onto the desk. With her arms tied behind her, I have full control of her body.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, Kitten. Tell me how you want it,” I growl.

“Fuck me, hard and fast, baby. Treat me like I’m your fucking whore,” she moans, her cheeks flush, but she has no idea what those filthy words fucking do to me. An approving growl escapes my lips as I begin fucking her, hard and fast. Each thrust makes her scream in pleasure.

My hand tightens in her hair. The desk beneath us groans under the rough pounding. Her legs buckle from the sheer force. I can feel her walls tightening around my cock. The sounds of our illicit moans and the erotic slapping of our skin fill the room. “Oh, Elijah, that’s it, fuck! Ouch!” Scarlett moans hornily. Pleasure consumes her as I fuck her relentlessly.

There’s a knock on the office door and I glance up, so consumed in her I hadn’t even sensed anyone approaching.

“Elijah?” Fiona’s voice comes. I sense Scarlett tense, but before she can react further, I pull out, and then plunge back into her with a rough hard thrust, making her cry out…