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Scarlett shuddered in Ezra’s arms, but she didn’t pull away from him. “So, spells that can actually be proven, such as the bracelet, are easier to verify.”

“Exactly. It’s the same with my eyes. I can clearly see better than the average human in the dark, but spells like luck, health, happiness are harder to prove.”

“Because their range is so unimaginably large.”

An involuntary smile curved Ezra’s lips, his heart swelling at the fact that she could come to her own conclusions. “Yes.”

The conversation lulled, but he didn’t mind.

Scarlett’s left hand still held his, while her right began tracing over his skin once more.

It was as if she aimed to map out every single part of him and commit it to memory.

He curled his fingers in the small of her back and danced over her skin and spine.

“Scarlett?”

She peered up through her lashes, tilting her head curiously.

“Was Mateo the first to touch you?”

A sly smile swept over her lips as she shook her head. “No.”

“Kurt?”

“Not even close.”

“Tell me, princess.”

“Maybe you should use the magic word.”

“Please,” he said without hesitation, ignoring the trace of a whine in his tone. “Please, little princess, tell me.”

“Are you going to track him down and get rid of him?” Ezra paused, apparently too long because Scarlett continued to speak. “You’ve been with other women. Would you want me to hunt them down because of it?”

Ezra shrugged, nonchalantly. “Sounds fun.”

“Not the point, Ezra,” she scolded, laughing nonetheless. “If you promise me not to go out and hurt anyone because they brushed against me on the sidewalk once, I will tell you.”

“I promise.”

“One time, Kurt paired up with Maximilian to convince my father to let me out. Kurt took me to meet some of his friends from the public school. There was a guy there that caught my attention. He was sweet and even though he didn’t understand everything, he knew I had a very overprotective father.

We only talked when I was out with Kurt, but every time we picked up right where we left off.

Eventually, we slipped away and that’s when he gave me my first kiss. ”

“What about your virginity?”

A deep pink blush crept up Scarlett’s cheeks and she ducked her head. “That happened a different night.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“It wasn’t pleasant at first, but he was very patient.”

“Did it happen more than once?”

Scarlett shook her head. “No. We only shared that one night, but I think Kurt figured it out. Maybe he had a hunch, but he never saw any of those friends again. He never outright asked me about it either. Maybe he didn’t want to know the answer.

He would’ve had to tell my father, and I wouldn’t have been allowed to leave ever again. ”

“So, it was just that once?”

“Yes, just that once.” Finally, their eyes met, and something lingered behind her beautiful grey irises.

“I know you’ve all had… experience with women.

I don’t blame you or think it’s bad that you do, I’m just afraid I won’t live up to your expectations.

” As she spoke, her fingers outlined one of the longer scars that ran down his sternum.

It was thicker than the others, having been reopened multiple times.

“I know you said you don’t want me to do anything I don’t feel comfortable with, but you have figured out what you like and…

” She trailed off, but she didn’t have to finish the sentence.

“I want you ,” Ezra assured her. “I want you to be pleased and happy. Nothing else matters anymore. Since the moment your eyes trapped me in your spell, you’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

She sighed and let her chin dip down. “I want to believe you. I’m just scared, I guess.”

“Princess,” Ezra cooed. That time, it brought a smile to her lips. “We can call you ours, what else would we possibly want?”

She shrugged, the colour on her cheeks deepening.

“None of us are expecting you to be an expert. We are very patient men. We’re more than willing to take it slow and teach you whatever you are willing to learn.”

Scarlett took a deep breath, still studying the scar on his sternum “Okay.”

He sat up, took her face in his hands, and rested his forehead against hers. “You are enough,” he reiterated. “And you are all we want.”

He tested the waters by gently tilting her head, and she let him manipulate her until their lips brushed.

He paused, waiting for her to make the next move.

When she did, his heart nearly exploded.

Try as he might, blood surged south, and desire tightened his stomach.

He hadn’t intended to make this sexual but damn, it felt good.

Scarlett speared her fingers through his hair, tightening her hands into fists.

He hissed at the sting, loving it. Their kiss grew more passionate, so much so that Scarlett guided him down to the mattress.

He fell backwards, letting her body blanket his.

Her breathing became erratic, her breasts pressing into his chest.

Fuck, this wasn’t going to be good. But he couldn’t stop her—he didn’t want to.

She straddled him with her thighs, drowning him in her kiss.

His fingers slipped beneath her clothes once more, gently running over her sides—and he immediately regretted it.

She squirmed, breaking the kiss as she giggled and tried to buck out of his arms.

The precious sound only made him do it again. She was laughing—involuntarily. “Stop it!”

“Why would I? You sound gorgeous.” She pushed against his chest, but he had a tight grip on her waist. “Don’t leave, you feel so good on top of me.”

“Then don’t tickle me.”

“Fine,” he relented, tightening his grip to keep from doing so. “No tickling the princess if I want her smothering me.”

Satisfied, Scarlett rested her hands on his chest. “Your laugh.” He crooked a brow, but Scarlett’s smile only widened.

“When you asked me what I wanted to do to you. I wondered if you were ticklish and if I could make you laugh. Not your evil laugh or the condescending one, but a true, belly-aching laugh.”

Something tugged deep in Ezra’s chest. She was so fucking innocent that he suddenly felt terrified to poison her. He sighed, soothing himself by letting his thumbs brush her hips. “I have my moments.”

“I want more of those.”

“You can have them all.” Bravely, he pushed her shirt up to reveal her stomach. Maybe he was just imagining it, but she looked like she’d gained some weight, though he didn’t dare say so. “Did you enjoy Mateo the other night?”

Scarlett flushed again, but nodded.

“I want to do that too.” Ezra pressed his luck, tugging up on the hem of her shirt. “I want to do more than that too. I want to worship every inch of your body with my lips. I don’t want to go another day without knowing what you feel like, what you look like. I need to know all that is mine.”

Scarlett lifted her arms, letting Ezra peel her shirt off and toss it aside.

She sat on top of him with only a bra covering her.

Her skin was miraculous, with not one scar to be seen.

Although he hated what her confinement had done to her mental health, it had kept her body safe and sound all those years.

He rose onto his elbows and kissed her softly, shifting their bodies so she lay beneath him.

“Watching you fall apart in Mateo’s arms left me wanting to feel it too.”

“You saw us?” she asked, embarrassed.

“I did.” He had no shame in admitting it.

After all, they’d been in a shared space.

“Oh, the bittersweet jealousy when I saw you come all over his hand.” Ezra peppered kisses over her neck, finding the spot that sent a shiver down her spine—exactly where a wolf mate would’ve marked her.

“Did Vince have the same pleasure of fucking you last night?”

She shook her head, her body rather stiff under his. “No, we only cuddled.”

“What a gentleman he is.” Resting his weight on one elbow, he let the other travel over her shoulders and down her arm. He took her wrist in his and guided it to lay on his waist. “You’re so tense, princess.”

Sealing his mouth around that sweet spot he sucked hard, until a deep purple bruise formed.

She breathed out something close to a moan, and he took it as a challenge.

One skilled hand slipped behind her back, expertly unhooking her bra.

Without having to ask, she slowly fed the straps down her arms and tossed the garment to the floor.

Satisfied with the mark on her neck, he moved on.

He mouthed over her collarbone, licking over the hollow of her throat.

Her skin vibrated under his lips. One of her hands twisted into his hair to guide him, the other explored the ridges over his back.

With each kiss he placed further south, she seemed to relax more.

His dick was painfully hard, throbbing against his zipper—but he didn’t care.

His pleasure would come soon enough. Denying himself would only make the release so much sweeter.

Torture didn’t have to be knives cutting through his flesh, or whips cracking against him until he bled.

It could be well achieved by denying himself relief.

He wouldn’t dare tell her the pictures that formed.

He would hide those sick needs from her as long as he could.

That was what scared him about the bond the most: she would know his every secret.

Vince and Mateo could barely handle his emotions, and Scarlett was much more precious and delicate than they were.

Forcing himself to return to the matter at hand, he palmed one of her tits, tweaking her nipple with his fingers while his tongue slithered over the other.

The combined act finally drew out a sweet moan from her.

His hand covering her whole breast, a perfect fit so to speak— she was perfect.

Then again, of course she was. Her goddess had created them for each other—every piece of them.

He didn’t linger long, his mouth already watering with the thought of what was to come.

Maybe he would be the first to fuck her with his tongue.

And if not, he at least was the first of her three mates to taste her orgasm.

Ezra pressed kisses over her soft stomach, risking a glance.

Her eyes were closed, lips parted in a contented smile.

Fuck, she was beautiful, and pride filled his heart to call her his.

There was no way he would ever want anyone else.

And it was then that he knew with certainty that he would protect her from all harm—even if it killed him.

Ezra pressed a kiss to each hip bone, then curled his fingers around her waistband. “Will you let me steal these too?”

Scarlett bobbed her head eagerly, lifting her hips to give him space.

He slid the fabric down her thighs and off her legs, sitting back to admire the woman in front of him.

His fingers danced up her inner thighs. There were a few stretch marks along his way, and he couldn’t wait for those curves to return to her once she was less stressed and her appetite came back.

“So beautiful,” he hummed, clasping her hips.

Scarlett panted, chest heaving, her body seemingly forced to stay still as he let his fingers travel over her lower stomach. Peering between her thighs, he could see her need and well, even he couldn’t torture an innocent woman.

Ezra dove in, kissing her left thigh and then her right before turning his attention to her awaiting pussy.

He licked over her, earning himself a quivered moan, before he flattened his tongue against her clit.

Her fingers twisted into his hair and if she was aware of how hard she tugged, she didn’t care.

Neither did Ezra.

He was the closest to heaven he would ever be, and he ate it up.

He swirled around the sensitive bundle of nerves and applied more pressure, getting her thighs quivering.

He tried to push a finger in, only to pull back when she tensed.

Instead, he dove in with his tongue. He twirled and licked until liquid dripped down his chin.

Spitting on his fingers, he tried again.

This time, Scarlett relaxed and let him in, and he made a mental note to stash lubricant across the house.

“You’re doing so well,” he hummed, carefully adding a second finger. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Scarlett nodded, gasping as he curled his fingers and found the spot that drove her wild.

“Me too, princess.” And he was back on her clit, sucking and licking her while his fingers fucked her oh so softly.

“Ezra,” she moaned, arching into his touch.

He was merciless, desperate to see her fall apart for him and only him.

Seeing it for Mateo had been a pleasure, but in his bed, she was all his.

He sucked harder, his tongue flicking against her as he drove her to her climax.

Moans turned into cries that created a sweet melody that made his cock throb.

Scarlett crashed over the edge, tensing and scrabbling to pull him off her oversensitive clit.

He lingered for a moment, then rested against her thigh to take in the sight in front of him.

Her chest was heaving, her pulse visibly throbbing beneath her skin.

Her head was relaxed on the pillow, her body glistening with sweat as she came down from the high.

“You’re gorgeous,” he praised. When she peered down her body at him, he slowly withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, humming at the taste that spread over his tongue.

She tasted incredible. Even more so, the sight clearly aroused her.

He crawled back up her body, bracing himself with his hands on the pillow.

As he spoke, his lips brushed her forehead.

“Never have I seen anything more precious.”

He kissed his way down, meeting her already parted lips. She latched onto his hair like reins, and he dove in for another kiss.