“Oh Elijah, that’s it!” Fiona moaned with pleasure coursing through her as she rode on Elijah’s cock, their moans of pleasure filled the room. The smell of sex in the air with pleasure flowing through them both.
“That’s it come for me.” He groaned looking up at the woman above him, her breasts bounced with every thrust as he gripped her hips tightly ramming her down on his dick.
Her head was tilted back in pure ecstasy, her cheeks flushed and her hair a sexy mess but even through the lust-filled haze Elijah wasn’t completely in it. Sure it felt fucking good, and she was sexy, but something was missing.
Suddenly the image of Scarlett riding him entered his mind, squeezing her breasts in her sexy red bra, her head of sexy red locks tilted back whilst biting those lush lips…
He froze in shock at the image that had entered his mind.
“Ouch!” Fiona whimpered, grabbing onto Elijah’s wrists. He blinked pushing the image from his head, looking down at her tight grip on his wrists. His eyes widening slightly when he saw his grip on her hips was painfully tight, his fingers digging into her.
“Fuck sorry!” He said letting go, seeing the mark he had left behind. She smiled weakly shaking her head. Placing her hands on his chest she began thrusting onto him once again but she didn't get far, he gripped her waist lifting her off him and dropping her on the bed sitting up.
He couldn't do this, she just wasn’t doing it for him. Seeing the shocking image in his head made him realise exactly what he thought of Scarlett.
“Babe.. is everything ok?” Fiona asked gently placing her slim hand on his muscular bicep, Elijah tensed.
“Don’t.” He said, his voice dangerously cold and making Fiona freeze with it.
“S-sorry…” She said, a tense silence fell between them.
They had been on-off fuck buddies for a few years before he had left for his Alpha training, whenever he had visited they would get it on.
Many had thought and hoped they would turn out to be mates, which hadn't been the case. It was something that had internally devastated Fiona who still secretly hoped that Elijah would fall in love with her and accept her.
It was common knowledge he didn’t really believe in the mate bond or its value. He had always warned her on calling him by any pet names and made it clear they were nothing more than occasional sex partners, one of many.
The fact they weren’t mates had never bothered Elijah as he didn’t really see her as more than just a good fuck. Something that was now clearly not working.
“I just… are you ok? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?” She asked softly as he got up picking up his boxers and pants then slipping them on, she could still see his thick large member bulging.
“It seems you just don’t do it for me anymore.” He said quietly, his words were harsh and he knew it. She flinched at those words, feeling the stabbing pain of rejection.
“I’m sorry, maybe we can try something else…” She said getting on her knees at the edge of the bed feeling rather vulnerable.
He looked at her, he had to admit that out of all the women he’d slept with she was the least annoying. She could have even been an ideal Luna; she was genuine, sweet and cared for others. But he never really saw her as more.
“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 definitely done.” He said not bothering to put his shirt on as he held it in his hand and walked to the window, glancing back at the she-wolf who had tears in her eyes. But it didn’t bother him. Jumping out he dropped the two stories to the ground, landing with ease before he straightened up and headed home. His mind a mess and a very uncomfortable hard on to accompany it.
Entering the mansion he went up the stairs two at a time. Going into his bedroom he tossed his shirt to the floor before walking to the adjoining bathroom, a bathroom that was shared with Scarlett. Her scent was strong in here making him throb even harder.
Fuck she was really fucking messing with his mind… He stripped getting into the shower, his eyes not missing her toiletries that sat on the corner of the tub. Her used clothes dangling out of the hamper near the door that led off to her bedroom. His mind wandered to the image of her in her red bra, his cock twitching at the thought, he slammed his hand against the bathroom wall thinking was he fucking doing this for real? He wrapped his hand around his hardened shaft, stroking himself as he pictured her in his mind. The way she looked when he licked her wound, the smell of her arousal… her ass that moved so fucking sexily in those yoga pants of hers…
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