Chapter 4 - The Heat Of The Alpha II
Erica’s POV
Elijah’s mouth crashed into mine.
Not gentle. Not sweet. Just raw. Hungry. A storm. Teeth and tongue and heat. His hands rough, dragging over me, pulling me in like I belonged there. Like I was his.
And I wanted to hate it. I wanted to shove him, scream in his face. But my lips parted. My body arched. Every grind of his hips lit me up, every kiss melted me down until I couldn’t tell if I was shaking from anger or need.
The bond. That damn bond. Chains wrapping tight around my throat.
I couldn’t focus on anything else as his hands raised my hoodie up, and took my breasts out of the bra I was wearing. Elijah started kneading them with his calloused fingers before taking them into his mouth as I let out a moan, gasping for air, but he didn’t stop whatever he was doing.
I feared someone would hear me, come in and catch us in the act, but the pleasure was too much to stop this from going further.
Abruptly, he carried me into a closed stall in the gym and dropped me gently on a cold red bench. My eyes blinked open to find his heated gaze fixed on me. My heart jumped to my throat at the sheer intensity of it all.
He pushed my skirt above my waist to reveal my creme coloured lace panties. My toes curl and I moan as his middle finger presses into my core. Elijah parted panties to the side and began thrusting inside me with his fingers.
He slid my panties down my ankles and took it off entirely, his huge muscular frame then settled between my legs before he leaned in and kissed me roughly. The kiss was aggressive and demanding. It was more intense and deeper. His tongue explores my mouth, as his fingers slide between my folds once more.
Like an idiot, I moan into his mouth and spread my legs for him. He pulled away for a moment, pulled down his pants and briefs. Right then I felt something warm and hard sliding into my wet pussy.
Pleasure courses through my veins, making it hard for me to register anything else. He locked eyes with me as he began to push inside me roughly. I hissed and gritted my teeth. My lower abdomen throbbed with pain as if something had split me in half.
I unconsciously rolled my eyes back into my head as I struggled to contain him. He watched me, writhing in pain and subtle pleasure. I tried to reach for something to hold, but there was nothing except his arms on my sides and I gripped them both tight.
“My little human, is this your first time?” He asked, his eyes glued to mine, searching for answers.
“Yes,” I said, breathlessly.
He smirked and bit his lower lip, before pushing his length further into me slowly.
I winced as my head landed on the iron bench that was now warm.
“Little human,” he groaned, pushing it in.
I raised my head up from the bench, and tried to squirm away from him, but his hands closed around my waist and pulled me to him.
“You can take it. You can take all of me,” he said, pushing all of his cock inside me.
My walls wrapped tightly around him, while pain makes me shake my head repeatedly, side to side.
I should ask him to stop, but the pleasure that his throbbing cock inside me brings, far outweighed the pain.
“Please, get moving,” I begged through gritted teeth as he stayed still.
“You are so tight,” he pulls out. “And so fucking wet,” he said thrusting back in.
I grip his arm and he starts thrusting in and out of me slowly. His thrust became hard and fast. His groans became the perfect soundtrack, giving me pleasure that I have never felt before.
Every sensation heightened the moment his lips found my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. His lips invaded everywhere, and his hands held me down as he took me mercilessly.
At that moment I forgot that we were in the gym, I was only focused on the hot pleasure that buzzed in every inch of my body.
Something builds inside me and I knew I was close. A minute later, I came undone with a shallow scream in his neck.
A couple seconds later, Elijah let out a loud primal grunt and held me tight, releasing his seed inside me.
He released me and I laid on the bench, chest heaving, skin burning. Elijah towered above me, his face dark and unreadable. For one second, just one, I thought maybe he felt it too.
Then his words cut like knives.
“This never happened.” Ice in his voice. “Say a word, and you’ll regret it.”
Something inside me cracked.
My hands shook as I yanked my clothes back into place. Shame coated me thick and sticky. But under it, hotter, sharper, anger. Anger at him. At me. At this bond that made me weak for someone who despised me.
He turned his back like I was already erased.
I left before he could see me cry.
The dorm was dark when I got back. Lena and the others asleep, their breaths soft in the silence.
I tiptoed in, heart still hammering, skin still burning.
Halfway to bed, my phone buzzed.
One glance at the screen, and my stomach dropped.
“Your grandma was rushed to the general hospital. She collapsed.”
The words blurred. My chest clenched.
I sank onto the mattress, shaking. Everything inside me unraveling.
