Page 110 of Fated to the Hunters
She barely kept her eyes open through dinner, struggling until Vince showed her to the bathroom, then her bedroom where she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
Although falling asleep had been easy, staying asleep was a whole other story. She tossed and turned, no longer used to having the bed to herself. She’d only spent a couple of nights with them, but she still missed being sandwiched between at least two of them. Unwilling to endure the loneliness any longer, she set out in search of them. She passed the bathroom, pushing open the door to the other bedroom where they slept in twin bunkbeds. Just like her, they were out cold. She crawled into the bed closest to the door, nudging Vince over as he stirred.
“Scarlett?” he asked, sleep drunk. “What happened?”
“I can’t sleep.”
Without another word, Vince pulled her into his chest and with that, Scarlett slept like a baby.
Judging by the tight grip on her when she woke up again, she knew that Vince was awake. Noting how close she was to the edge, she felt guilty. Vince had probably stayed up all night so she could sleep peacefully.
“Have you been awake all night because of me?”
“No,” he murmured against her ear, his hand gripping her waist and tugging her even closer. His erection pressed against her, making itself known now that he’d waited for her to finally wake up. “I slept a little.”
His hand slid from her waist, dipping beneath her pyjama pants, and sliding between her legs. His hips rolled, rubbing his dick into her ass to ease some of the tension. Her eyes shut again, and she rolled her head back. Over the past few days, they’d let her sleep in, often leaving soon after they’d woken up. Other than Ezra letting her come on his hand the first day, they hadn’t shared any intimate touches.
Vince shoved his hand deeper, leaving the heel of his palm to rub against her clit while his fingers pressed against her entrance. When Vince tested the waters with the pad of one finger and immediately pulled away, guilt flooded Scarlett. He’d assured her it was normal, but she couldn’t help it.
“Scarlett,” Vince hummed so tenderly that she had no choice but to melt into him. “Don’t worry.”
Bedsheets shuffled, and her eyes opened. Mateo got out of bed with a smile, searching through one of their bags and giving Vince the lube. Mateo kissed her cheek, then left the room, shutting the door behind him. Noting that it was oddly quiet, Scarlett scanned the room for Ezra.
“He’s in the shower.”
Vince’s fingers returned to her clit and his lips closed around her earlobe, gently teasing the sensitive skin. One hand closed around his wrist to hold him in place while her other lifted over her head, fingers threading through his hair. His body vibrated against hers with a deep groan, his dick still grinding into the small of her back.
“I know you’re tired. I promise to be gentle.”
“Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
“It does, hm?”
Scarlett nodded against the pillow, her heart racing and her lungs fighting for each breath.
“Will you let me feel you come all over my cock?”
The raspy tone to Vince’s voice brought goosebumps to Scarlett’s skin. He’d hardly gotten the question out before she was shoving her pants out of the way. She worked on Vince’s shorts next, gasping when his unrestrained erection jumped into her palm. When his fingers left her clit and the blanket slipped off them, she couldn’t help the frustrated groan that tore through her chest.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered into her ear, sucking the lobe between his teeth again.
She kept her eyes closed, hearing the squelch of the lube bottle before his hand dipped between her thighs again. She moaned, and Vince’s lubed-up fingers slipped easily inside her. She arched into his hand and shifted her torso, needing to drown her moans in a kiss. He was eager to swallow them and like the gentle giant he was, he gave her time to adjust to each finger he added.
“Ready, beautiful?” he asked, setting her nerves alight.
She could only nod and arched herself into him. He picked her leg up and slid his tip against her entrance.
“Good, just like that,” he praised as she relaxed, trusting him not to hurt her. “We’ll go slow.” Vince pushed through, and groaned in pleasure. “Please yourself for me.”
She did as he asked, but hesitantly. She had found her own satisfaction during her years of being alone, but nothing had ever compared to being with them. Every touch they shared ignited sparks all over her skin and it was so easy to come for them. She’d always had trouble finishing, often giving up before she could fall over the edge. As predicted, her fingers didn’t feel as good as he did, and she couldn’t help but feel frustrated.
“Talk to me,” he hushed and paused for her to adjust.
“Your hand feels better.”
He laid her leg down again, but before he gifted her the pleasure she was longing for, he placed a pillow between her knees. It was a thoughtful gesture just like those that made her feel so special around them. The way they treated her was so much more than the bond at work.
The moment his fingers found her clit again, Scarlett dissolved in the sparks of pleasure. She went completely limp against him, his hips slapping against her as he used her, his lips brushing along her neck.
