The Alpha novel Chapter 40

*****Warning: This chapter contains mature sexual content that may not be appropriate for readers under 18*****

Scarlet's POV

The rest of the day Ethan spends working. Orders have been sent out to make sure that none of the Silver Shadow Pack members go anywhere or do anything that they shouldn't. Their vehicles have been brought around to the entrance for them. Wolves have been sent to help them get everything packed and loaded up. Ethan wants them gone as soon as possible and I can't say I blame him. I feel the same way.

My skin is still crawling thanks to Lucien. The more I think about what he did to me, the things he said, the more frustrated and disgusted I become. I can't believe I hadn't seen it before. I should have followed my gut. The moment I had stepped onto the floor where they were staying, I knew something didn't feel right. I should have just left then and there. Then, maybe this whole mess would have been avoided. I hate the way he had taken advantage of me, the way he had used me. He manipulated me into posing for him and then painted me naked for all to see. He must have been the reason Alphas from all across the country suddenly knew about the exhibit and auction too. That sick son of a bitch.

I can feel the anger inside of me growing as the low boil seems to turn into an inferno. That man envisioned me naked. He painted a picture of me that was surprisingly accurate, considering he had never actually seen me so indisposed. A shiver runs up my spine at that thought. I can't help but to feel dirty and have the sudden urge to take a shower. I go into the bathroom and turn the knobs until scalding hot water begins spewing out of the showerhead. Steam almost instantly begins filling up the bathroom as I strip out of my clothes and climb in. I take my loofa and douse it in some delicious scented body wash before I begin to roughly scrub every inch of me.

When I realize that Lucien still has pictures of me, I feel the need to do the whole process over again. He could paint more portraits if he wanted to. And he'll still have his memories too. Just the idea of him thinking about me makes me feel sick. It seems so perverse now. Before, I had felt that his works were all so beautifully detailed but now.... Now I wondered if all the women he painted had willingly posed that way for him or if he had tricked and betrayed them too.

When I finally get out of the shower, I pat my hair dry with a towel before wrapping it around my body. I hear a door slam shut and wander out into the bedroom to find Ethan rubbing a hand down his face. As soon as he notices me his features change. He had looked tired and overworked, but now his hooded eyes are staring at me with unbridled desire. A new energy is rolling off him in waves as his eyes blaze a fiery trail that starts at my toes and goes all of the way up my wet body, lingering on my bare skin and curves.

A low, rumbling growl sounds from his chest before he takes a couple quick strides over to me. He is swiftly in front of me and hoisting me up before I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel the bulge in his jeans as it rubs against me and I can't help but to move my hips as I grind against him causing him to groan. His lips crash into mine, claiming me as his. His mouth is deliciously demanding as his tongue delves into my mouth, massaging and tasting every inch. He moves with me until I feel a wall pressed against my back and he sets me down.

With a quick yank, he rips my towel away and throws it to the side before spinning me around so that my back is to him. He takes my hands and places them against the wall to either side of my head. With his foot he kicks my feet apart so that my legs are spread for him. I feel utterly exposed and vulnerable and yet I love it. Heat begins to spread through my body, reaching all the way to my fingertips and toes. I can feel myself getting wet and my stomach clenches in anticipation.

Ethan pulls his shirt over his head before tossing it aside and returning to stand behind me. Both of his strong hands reach around as one grabs my breast and begins squeezing and massaging it. The other hand slithers down between my legs as his thumb finds my nub and begins pressing slow circles against it, making my legs quiver and my knees go weak. "Oh goddess..." I moan as my head falls back.

His lips begin moving along my neck and shoulders, he nips and licks at the mark he had made several hours earlier and I whimper as my lust for him spikes uncontrollably. His lips explore my body, his fingers tweak and roll my nipple before switching to my other breast, making sure they both get attention. His hand between my thighs reaches lower, slipping a finger into my slick folds before adding another. "Oh baby... you're so wet for me," he groans in my ear, making me shiver.

My legs feel like they are about to give out on me and Ethan removes his hand from my breasts as he wraps the arm around my waist, helping to support my weight. His other hand moves behind me, giving my ass a squeeze before his fingers slide back into my pussy from behind. "Oohhh..."

I lean forward a little, pressing my ass into him as his fingers plunge in and out of me until I'm screaming in ecstasy. As soon as I have cum, he flips me around and yanks his pants down to his ankles before kicking them off. He slides his hands under my thighs as he lifts me up again. He continues to bear my weight as he presses my back against the wall and thrusts his massive cock into me. "Aaah!" I moan as he begins to pound into me. His movements are quick and frenzied and so hot. Each thrust feels like it will send me over the edge. I grind my hips against his, feeling him going deeper inside of me, hitting my g-spot. "Oh yes!"

His momentum picks up as he pummels into me harder and faster and deeper. I'm panting as my fingernails dig into his shoulders. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him into me as I lean my head forward. My climax is building and ready to burst as I allow my incisors to extend before clamping down on the nook of Ethan's neck. "AH!" he groans loudly, his hips somehow moving even faster. I grip his shoulders tightly as my tongue sweeps over the fresh wound before I let out a wail of pleasure. His grunts and groans become louder too and I know that he is about to cum too. I can feel my pussy squeeze around him as it milks out every last drop.

After a moment, my body goes limp in his arms and he rests his head on my shoulder, still holding me up. Eventually our breathing evens out and he carries me over to the bed, placing me down gently. He climbs in after me and throws the covers over both of us before he wraps an arm around my waist. He pulls me into him so that my bare body is flush against his. "My love," he murmurs as he nuzzles against me. "You are mine. Forever and always."

"And you are mine."