Page 184 of Fated to the Hunters
He was in big fucking trouble, because this was torturing him in a way he hadn’t been prepared for.
The feather lifted, graciously passing over his cock and fluttering over his other leg. His traitorous dick throbbed for attention. He was still hard and being edged by her had been a dream come true, but he was dying on the inside.
“You deserve to be loved and cared for.”
He squirmed and choked on his laughter as Scarlett’s attention returned to his ribs.
“Treated like the prince you are.”
“Scarlett, please,” he begged breathlessly, his lungs burning.
“Will you listen next time?”
“I will,” he quickly promised. “I will be good for you.”
Scarlett laughed, that heart-warming laugh that heated Ezra’s body down to his toes. “Good.” To Ezra’s relief, she set the feather aside and grabbed a candle instead. Moving swiftly, she sank down on his cock once more, a groan ripped from deep in Ezra’s chest. “How was that?”
“Awful.”
He hissed, hot wax dripping onto his ribs and soothing the shadow of the feather’s touch. “But you felt alright with it? It didn’t cross any lines?”
“It crossed lines I didn’t know I had, and you could still do it again.”
Scarlett gave a slow roll of her hips. He was so hard it hurt, but it was as if his body just knew to obey. “That’ll teach you to behave.”
She covered him in wax, riding him slow enough to tease him, but not make him come. This was the first time she’d edged him, and he wasn’t even sure if she understood how much he needed it.
Then she set the candle aside and reached for his wrists. He didn’t dare move a muscle, waiting forexplicitpermission. She nipped at his earlobe, then softly whispered a single word into his ear. “Come.”
Ezra slammed his hands onto her hips, fucking her to a second climax—and falling over the edge right behind her.
He didn’t give her much rest, gifting her orgasm after orgasm until she couldn’t take it anymore. Drunk on pleasure and utterly exhausted, she curled up on his chest and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Mateo
Although Ezra had kept her up all night, Scarlett insisted on her usual workout routine. Today, they’d chosen to work on her close combat. She had started to feel secure enough with her self-defence, along with her ability to actually fight. However, Scarlett’s reflexes were off this morning, so he showed her some mercy and released her from his headlock.
“That was good.”
“I’m doing horribly, and you know it.” Scarlett frowned, not even trying to pull herself up from the floor. She just laid there, staring at the ceiling.
“You are doing extremely well for having been up all night.”
Scarlett blushed, rolling her head to the side to grin at Mateo as he knelt next to her. “This is going to be so awkward once we share our every thought.”
“It will take some adjustments. I might have to stop my very intrusive thoughts when I hear you moan through the whole house.”
Her flush darkened. “I might blow this whole ceremony off.”
Mateo shook his head, brushing sweaty hair away from Scarlett’s forehead. “I think it’s the most beautiful sound. I can barely keep myself from coming with you now, how am I supposed to stop once I can actually feel you coming—no matter who is doing it.”
“You like listening?”
“Of course I do. I even fuck myself to your gorgeous sounds at times.”
Scarlett’s gaze dropped, no doubt to the growing bulge behind Mateo’s pants. “Did you do that last night?”
