An Alpha's Favor

Chapter 8: Need A Break

-Elijah-

“F*ck, yes! Oh Goddess, I’m coming!”

Julia clutched the sheets tightly, as I f*cked her from behind, feeling the way her p*ssy gripped me hard, as she came. I then pulled out, flipped her around and pounded into her hard, hearing her whimper pleased before she tilted her head back, biting her lip hard, as I continued to f*ck her, until she was screaming and writhing underneath me, coming once again before pulling me with her. I growled deeply, as I shot my c*m into the condom. I wasn’t much for f*cking bare. I had honestly never liked it. The thought of in some way marking them, even just a little, leaving a strong scent trail on them, that I just knew they would postpone washing off because my scent granted them power, made me feel … dirty, and I had decided to put a rubber on until I found my mate. Not that I thought we would do a lot of mating, but at least I wouldn’t mind her smelling like me, since she would be claimed by me.

I held onto the base of the condom and pulled out, before pulling it off, tying a knot and then quickly leaving to throw it out in the trashcan in the bathroom before starting to shower. Everywhere I still felt somehow dirty, the pleasure of coming quickly leaving me, and I just wanted to get cleaned up.

Julia and I had f*cked for a while, but she and I were not going to be tied together. She already had a mate. One not fulfilling her needs, and that meant we could take care of each other, at least for now, since I had nothing better to do.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, pushing away the shower door and going inside before I even answered.

I wanted to be honest and say no, but then she dropped to her knees in front of me, petting my c*ck untill it got hard again and then started to suck me off. It was hard not to get lost in the pleasure and forgetting all about why I didn’t want her in there, yet when I felt the org*sm starting to build, my balls drawing up, I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back and then shooting my c*m all over her chest before I quickly got her up on her feet and made sure she washed herself clean. At least Julia didn’t want to smell like me, or her mate would find out and so she was happy about the way we did things. That made it easier for me, and I leaned down and claimed her lips, hearing her moan against me, while ignoring that swirling darkness that wanted to be so much harder towards her.

F*cking seemed to be the only way to calm it just a little, since I had put my darker lusts to rest after I came back here. I didn’t think it would fit the new person that I was trying to make and make everybody see, and so it was important I found somewhat of a balance in order to push it back just a tiny bit.

Once we were both out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist, while Julia started to get dressed. I walked into the bedroom and was on my way over to my closet, when I heard a ding come from my phone. I walked over to where it was lying on the nightstand while being charged. I looked down at it, a bit surprised to see who it was from.

“Hunter …”

I hadn’t heard from him since his last visit, which was … months ago, and now he was suddenly texting me.

It has been a while. Come to England, my friend, we have got a lot to talk about. Oh, and I have got a little surprise for you.

-H

A surprise?

It was not that I didn’t like surprises, but whenever Hunter had a surprise for me, I always ended up either in trouble, blacking out, or having s*x with too many strange people. It was never calm around him, and he made sure those in his life didn’t get time to sit down either. So, I didn’t really feel very … good when reading he had a surprise for me. I didn’t mind going to England for a short visit. It had been a while, as he had written, but I would tell him clearly, I didn’t want his “surprise”, whatever it was. Besides... I looked over my shoulder, seeing Julia appear, pulling up her wet hair into a small bun, while smiling at me with her now red lips. I could use a break from all the females and the dating. It was starting to get to me.

I looked down at my phone and texted him back, telling him I was on my way, but he could keep the surprise. I was just coming for a short visit to see him.

“Who is it?” I heard Julia ask.

I walked over to where my laptop was on my desk at the other end of the room. I sat behind it, opening it and started to book a flight.

“A friend wants me to visit,” I told her, not wanting to go into details.

“A friend? Should I be jealous?” she teased.

I didn’t look at her, as I booked my first-class ticket, leaving tomorrow morning.

“He is just an old friend,” I said, glancing up at her.

“Oh, he,” she said, looking almost calm now.

I shook my head at the slight possessiveness in her words. It annoyed me, especially because we weren’t anything but two people who f*cked each other, since we had nothing better to do. So, even if I hadn’t f*cked Hunter and never would, I almost wanted to tell her we had, just to make her feel like she had to fight me over even more people, and hopefully pull her away from this idea, she was most likely starting to have of us.

“Well, have a nice visit,” she said and walked over to me, running her hand through my hair.

I quickly pulled her hand away, holding her wrist and leaning back. I let go of her, almost as fast as I had pulled her away, but while her smile dropped, she quickly found it again, acting like it hadn’t hurt her.

“When will you be back?” she asked.

I shrugged.

I hadn’t really planned anything … I just … was starting to feel more suffocated than usual, and now Hunter asked me to come visit him. It was the perfect escape, and a way for me to finally feel like I could breathe again. I needed a f*cking break, and I knew Hunter could help take my mind off things.

“A few days … maybe weeks,” I said.

“Weeks?!”

I nodded.

“He must be an important friend,” she said, crossing her arms.

I sighed, now looking at her and with tired eyes.

“Won’t your mate be home in an hour?” I asked.

She looked down at her golden watch she had around her wrist, and her eyes grew big from fear, as she hurried over to where her shoes and purse were. She quickly put them on and grabbed the purse, throwing it over her shoulder, and then practically ran out of my house.

I let out a long breath, as I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes with my thumb and index finger. I could feel a headache coming, which annoyed me even more. I had hoped f*cking Julia would make me feel less stressed and while the org*sm had relaxed my body, my mind was working at full speed. I had thought finding or choosing a mate would happen fast, but maybe I was just being too picky. I had to choose once I got back. It was the plan … right?

My darkness curled inside of me, wanting true release. It was not enough to just f*ck. He wanted to hurt her. I had a bit of a sadistic side. A side that had thrived in my time in England at Hunter’s side. He was a real sadist, liking to see the pain he could inflict on others, and beside him I hadn’t felt so bad about myself. I had found a way to understand myself and accept it. It was not like I went out to torture people, but through s*x with people, masochists, my darkness was fed, and I felt more balanced. The thing was, though, Hunter was a lot more in control of his dark side. He fed it in so many ways. I was not in control in the same way, and it could easily take over.

I shook my head, not trying to think about it. I had moved past everything that happened in England. I had put that old side of me to rest … sadly, I was starting to see what side effects it had, not being allowed out of its cage. Not being allowed to just run freely. I was more stressed. More tense, and a lot angrier. Things easily got to me and dropping my f*cking keys made me want to trash the whole house, and now just simple s*x without any pain mixed into it, was starting to not be enough. It made me worry. I didn’t want people here to know the other me. I came here to start another life. A life where I could be ‘normal’ in some way, or at least feel I was.

I sighed, got up from my chair and walked over to my closet, where I found a suitcase and started to pack clothes and a few other things. I truly had no idea how long I would be over there. I wasn’t planning on moving back … ever! Even if I had a pack over there waiting for me to come home. England was behind me. This was my future.