Page 61 of Fated to the Hunters
His right hand released hers and teased at the hem of the hoodie. “I can make you feel so much more if you let me.”
Scarlett’s breathing grew shallow as she wrapped her fingers around his wrist. At first, he thought she’d stop him, but she only guided his hand farther south. Easing her into his touch, he let his fingers stroke over her thigh, gradually moving inward and towards the apex of her legs.
“Vince told us what you did,” he hummed. “You were so brave. I wish I could’ve seen it.”
He teased the fabric covering her pussy, eliciting a shiver.
“You were so strong to stand up to your father. Telling him that we’ll always come for you. That we’ll always protect you.”
He wasn’t sure if she knew, but her nails dug into his arm as he added pressure with his hand.
“You did outstanding, love.Perfecteven.”
“He got hurt,” Scarlett whimpered.
“You saved him. You made sure he got out and you protected him like none of us could have.” With more pressure to her clit, her thighs quivered with the effort of staying open. “You did so well, love.”
And then the most sweetest sound rolled from her lips. The softest of moans he’d ever heard.
“Oh, Scarlett,” he groaned. “My sweet, gorgeous Scarlett.”
He pressed a kiss behind her ear and then ran his lips along her shell, rolling her lobe between his teeth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ezra appear in the shadows of the stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. The erection straining the fabric was evident. He didn’t move any farther, and Mateo couldn’t tell if he would’ve been upset if Ezra had. Mateo felt possessive over this moment with her. After all he was the one who had made her feel the most welcomed. This was his reward for not being a jerk towards her and part of him didn’t want to share her yet.
With his attention back on her, he moved his hand to push into her leggings. He was slow, giving her time to process—time to tell him to stop. He would accept it, would take anything and all she was willing to share with him. Though when she arched her hips into his palm, he took that as his permission.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as he ran his fingers through her curls to spread her apart and find her clit.
“Why are you apologising?” he groaned in return, trying not to let her feel his hard cock in her back. Making her feel good was his priority, anything else could and would have to wait.
“I didn’t know this would happen. I didn’t prepare for it.”
“Oh, sweet love, do you think I care about this?” He twirled his fingers through dense curls before letting his fingers graze over her clit once more. She jolted and gasped, tightening her fingers on his wrist in a silent demand for more. “I told you: you areperfect.”
He groaned into her ear as he gently circled that sensitive bundle. Her body pleaded for more, the tension and stress over recent events melting from her body. Now more than ever, he knew this was right: this was where she was supposed to be. Inhisarms, with him taking care of her needs.
“I’ve got you, Scarlett. There is no need to hide. No need to pretend. You can be yourself with us.”
“Mateo…” His name was a moan, a beg for more.
“You’ve done so well, playing a role that everyone needed and wanted you to portray. Not here, love, here you can do as you please.”
Her body trembled as Mateo pressed firmer, building her climax. Tears spilled down her cheeks and soaked her hoodie.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here to make you feel better.” His free hand reached up and took her jaw, tilting her head towards his. He kissed her cheek, licking her tears dry before his lips found hers. Scarlett arched into him, her free hand wrapping around his neck and stealing their first kiss. He groaned into the soft embrace, flicking her clit and drowning in her moans.
His cheeks dampened with her tears, her emotions seeming to consume her entirely. She had so much to process, such a big loss to grieve that he just wanted her to know and feel how much she was loved. He wanted to show her that it was okay to fall apart, and he would always be there to put her back together.
Then her body tensed, nails cutting into his skin. He gave her a few more strokes, making her squirm in his grip before he released her and let her come down from her orgasm. He spoiled her with kisses along the jawline, her chest heaving fast and heavy as she rolled her head onto his shoulder.
Scarlett curled up in his lap, turning to lean against his chest and pushing her fingers under his shirt. Her palm was hot against his stomach. He made sure she was covered with the blanket, and held her tightly in his arms. He let his head roll back and closed his eyes. As she drifted off to sleep and he didn’t dare to move.
After a while, Ezra came to join. He laid on the couch and closed his eyes. Vince followed suit shortly after, falling into thesecond loveseat and taking his position for the night. They were all truly in it together.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Vince
Though Mateo did his best to hide it, arousal poured through Vince’s mind and he knew that Mateo was with Scarlett. He sat on the ground of his workshop, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and the bond wide open. He usually tried to avoid such incidents, even leaving the house when they had someone over, but this was different. Scarlett was his too. His mind painted endless scenarios of Mateo and Scarlett, wondering what was happening between the two of them. Had she sought him out? Were they in his bed? Had Mateo gone after her in search of her company?
