Page 202 of Fated to the Hunters
Drowning in Scarlett’s mind, he took her fast and rough. He would have the rest of his life to take her slow. Right now, he wanted to feel her orgasm like it was his own. Her moans bounced off the walls, her body shivering and twitching against his as she engulfed herself in his arousal. For just these few moments, she was his and his alone. Mateo’s orgasm rocked into him and he erupted, his thighs spasming and his lungs emptying in a husky groan.
He pulled Scarlett over the edge with him, holding her tight as heat rushed through her body. Slowing the assault on her clit, she collapsed into him, panting for air.
“Fucker,” Ezra cursed, tugging at his restraints.
Looking over Scarlett’s shoulder, he grinned—Ezra had come hands-free. Vince chuckled and when Mateo came back down to earth, he saw Vince had come all over his own chest.
Once Scarlett had found her strength again, she shuffled and leaned over Ezra, mouthing along his jaw to whisper in his ear. “Better not waste any of that. What do you think, my prince?”
Giving her space and tying the condom, Mateo watched as Scarlett scooped up Ezra’s cum and slowly pushed it into her pussy. Ezra lost it, the headboard shaking and crashing against the wall. Scarlett let out a soft laugh and kissed her way over Ezra’s neck, scraping her teeth over his most sensitive spot. She scooped up more cum and slowly fucked her own pussy, Ezra’s mind running wild.
“Vince’s turn,” she suddenly chirped, climbing over Ezra and crossing the room to her silent mate.
“Come back!” Ezra demanded, his gaze fixed between her legs.
“Ezra, be nice or you might end up watching us all night long,” she taunted, straddling Vince’s lap where he sat.
With nothing keeping him between Ezra’s legs, Mateo stood from the bed and followed Vince’s open mind to join them. Although it was rather rare, Vince loved messing with Ezra and right now, their little psycho was losing his shit.
With the lube in hand, Mateo stepped behind Scarlett and kissed her behind her ear. “I want to fuck you bare.”
Ezra, unable to grasp anything but the need to breed his princess, ignored the fact that he could now read Mateo’s mind. “You fucking dare fuck her pussy bare and I will slaughter you in your sleep!” The headboard crashed against the wall, the wood threatening to splinter beneath Ezra’s wrath.
Scarlett shifted, lowering herself over Vince while presenting her ass to Mateo. “You might have to build me a new bed if Ezra doesn’t behave himself.”
Scarlett’s tone was laced with worry as she dipped into Ezra’s mind to make sure he was safe. The second Ezra realised that no one was trying to get her pregnant, he calmed—a bit. He was still fuming, craving her pussy more than his next breath, but he loved the torture of watching her anyway.
Mateo’s first finger slipped in easily so with more lube dripping onto her, he slowly stretched her with a second. Vince had his head thrown back, Scarlett’s mouth nipping and sucking along his neck. Scarlett took him slowly, wanting both her men to have her at the same time. She didn’t want them to come anywhere butinsideher.
Sparks flew through the bond as Vince eased the discomfort of Mateo’s third finger with a thumb against her clit. Mateo paced himself, knowing all three of them would lose themselves again in her orgasm.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised and took her faster, adding more lube and easing his cock into her. The second he felt how tight she was with Vince’s dick already buried inside of her, he knew this was a mistake—a bittersweet one.
Claiming her slowly, Mateo buried his nose in her hair and grabbed her hips, guiding her to grind over Vince. Her body shook and the moment he fucked her sweet spot she was all theirs to use. She collapsed into Vince, her whimpers muffled against her silent mate’s throat. Ezra couldn’t decide whether to match the sound or curse them out, but Mateo used Scarlett’s pleasure to drown him out. They all were embedded deep in her mind and when Vince couldn’t fight his climax any longer, he crashed over the edge, taking every single one of them with him.
Mateo’s body shook and he pulled out—but not fast enough. He shot his cum all over Scarlett’s ass. In the mix of her climax, he cursed himself while also loving the sight. She giggled and kissed Vince’s cheek, only for him to haul her into a deep, passionate kiss.
Mateo wiped her clean, then she stood on wobbly legs and crossed the room to Ezra. She settled on top of him, her fingers scooping up his second release and slicking herself up for him, curling her fingers and exploring her own pussy. Ezra nearly hardened again instantly, so she buried his cock inside her and leaned over him to release the ropes. Ezra didn’t move, not until she kissed his cheek and softly whispered into his ear.
“Put a baby inside me, my prince.”
Ezra went feral, flipping her over with a primal sound and driving into her with near inhuman speed. Mateo went to clean up and when he walked out of the bathroom, Vince was relaxed in his seat, diving into Scarlett’s fuzzy mind. Mateo too ran his fist over his cock again, a cloth at the ready so he didn’t make another mess. Ezra showed no remorse, and Scarlett was out of her mind with pleasure.
The second Ezra came, Scarlett fell limp under him. Through the bond, Mateo could feel her body as if it was his, lungs burning and heart racing as if it would crack her ribs and burst through her chest. Mateo spilled his cum for a third time, his knees buckling under him. The moment he could see clearly again, he walked over and handed Ezra a damp cloth to clean her up.
Ezra lovingly kissed her stomach, his eyes dreamy as he imagined her growing larger. “Soon,” he hummed, trailing a path up to her mouth. “I love you, sweet princess.”
Scarlett’s head lolled back, but before she curled up and let sleep take her, she went to the bathroom and dressed again, falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. They stayed by her side all night, but she tossed and turned, her mind raging with the events of the day.
When early morning came, Ezra left the house without saying a word—he didn’t have to. He wanted to give Scarlett a break and the further he travelled, the calmer her dreams became.
Scarlett finally pried her eyes open hours later, confusion turning to worry. At first, Mateo could feel her thinking that she’d pushed Ezra away. Her eyes darted through the room, panic building in her chest.
“Do you want to call him and talk about it?”
But Scarlett was already dialling his number. “Ezra?”
“Princess.”
