Page 183 of Fated to the Hunters
“Princess,” he hummed.
With a pleased smile, she twirled for him, giving him a full view. The candles were throwing shadows over her skin, letting the muscles beneath it dance gorgeously. He loved how her body grew stronger every day, how she made sure to treat and take care of herself in every aspect of her life. Even with her studies, she insisted on keeping her workout routine. He watched in awe as she slipped the lace off.
“Stunning,” he hummed.
Scarlett knelt on the bed, dragging her fingers through the blood one more time before wrapping the same hand around his cock. She squeezed, relieving some of the torturous pressure. His eyes closed, his hips fucking himself through her fist. Then she straddled him, smothering his cock with her pussy and entirely taking his breath away.
“Such a lucky day for a pretty prince like you. You’re not the only one bleeding.”
Before he could process her words, she impaled herself onto him. Her pussy was tight, but the blood worked as lube as she ground over him.
“I’m going to untie you. But that doesn’t mean you can do as you please. I just enjoy you being able to hold me.”
“I understand.”
“Good boy.” But Scarlett couldn’t finish the phrase before she burst into laughter. “No, that one I don’t like at all.”
The moment he was free, his hands were on her thighs, grabbing her and feeling her muscles twitch under his palms. “Call me whatever pleases you, princess.”
With a wicked, yet loving grin, Scarlett bent down and let her lips brush against his. “You shouldn’t say things you might regret later.”
“I never regret anything with you.” He flattened his feet on the mattress, driving his hips deeper into her. “There is nothing you can ever do or say that I won’t love.”
Her eyes rolled back, and her body fell limp onto his as he fucked her sweet spot. “Don’t stop,” she begged, holding tightly onto his shoulders and dropping her head to his chest.
“I thought I was the one supposed to beg,” he teased, but he wasn’t about to be told twice.
“You feel so good,” she panted, her body rocking with his.
He loved how she could barely breathe or move her muscles.Hewas doing this to her. He was making her lose her mind. Scarlett came with a sudden whimper, quivering. He picked up the pace, desperate to come with her.
But her next words had him freezing.
“No.” Ezra’s eyes shot open, confused as Scarlett’s weight disappeared. “You won’t come. You agreed not to do as you please.”
He couldn’t help the grin twitching on his lips. “I did, so I think you should punish me for misbehaving.”
Her gaze drifted from his naughty smile down to his aching dick, precum pouring like a faucet and mixing with her blood coating his length. “Maybe I should.” She squirmed, eyeing the mess on her thighs.
“Don’t waste one thought on the sheets.”
She laughed and climbed off the bed. “Stop knowing me so well.”
“Soon, I’ll know everything that goes on in that pretty mind of yours.”
Scarlett reached for his cuffs, and he willingly let her tie his wrists to the anchored restraints. After all, it was punishment he definitely deserved for not listening. “It does make me feel all giddy inside.”
She slowly walked around the bed to his other side, where his hand was already waiting to be restrained. She looked like a treat, her cheeks still blushed from her orgasm and her thighs covered in blood. If it hadn’t been her own blood covering herin red stains, he would have gone feral. But this was different, completely and utterly breathtaking.
“And you know what, Ezra?” She leaned over and braced herself on the mattress, her lips ghosting a kiss across his forehead. “You deserve it.” Scarlett straightened, walking over to his shelf where she picked up one of the raven feathers. “Can I use this?”
He nodded, though very confused. He had been expecting punishment. Scarlett returned to the bed, giving him a soft smile.
“You look so beautiful.” The feather tickled over Ezra’s hip and he tried to twist away with a giggle he couldn’t restrain. “So gorgeous,” she laughed, her eyes sparkling in the light of the candles. The feather tickled him again, and the air vibrated with his laugh. “I love hearing your laughter. I might even be a little addicted to that breathtaking smile of yours.”
Fuck,her punishment was kindness. And though it was absolutelytorturous, he loved her out of the box thinking.
The feather wiggled down his thigh and over his knee, and Ezra squirmed. “You are so beautiful, Ezra. Wild, free and I envy your bravery for shamelessly being who you are.”
