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Scarlett

Just like the evenings before, she’d dozed off on the couch with her mates’ voices as soothing as a white noise machine.

She’d wanted to stay up and spend as much time as she could with them before they left for the hunt, but her eyes refused to stay open.

She dreaded watching them leave the next morning.

She of course knew it was necessary, so she tried not to show how much she hated the thought of their departure.

Ezra’s hum pulled her out of her daze. “Princess, wake up. I need you.”

Scarlett opened her eyes and found herself lost in his dark irises. “Ezra.”

“I have you all to myself for the next hour and I need you awake for it.”

She let her eyes drift around the room. “Where are…”

“Buying dinner.” His hands pushed under her and picked her up. “Can you stay awake for me?”

“Only because my prince asked so sweetly.”

Ezra purred like a tamed lion and carried her to her room. “Will you tie me up and make me come, princess?”

“I think you can ask nicer than that.” She enjoyed toying with him, but she loved that playful smile of his even more.

He sat her down on the bed, then knelt before her on the mattress, taking her hands in his.

“My gorgeous little princess, would you do me the honour of tying me to the bed and using me to your liking?” He brushed his lips across her right hand, then her left, peering up at her with big, dark eyes. “Pretty please.”

“Will you show me what you enjoy?”

“Oh, princess. You could rip me to pieces and I would thank you for it.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, remembering how her first ever thought about him tied to the bed was tickling him until he laughed. “That’s a very dangerous power to give me.”

“I live a very risky life.”

She leaned over and let her lips brush over his jawline to his ear and whispered, “I think your shirt has to go.”

The fabric ripped as Ezra tore it from his body. “Of course.”

He looked perfect, the ink covering his skin, moving as his chest vibrated and his muscles twitched with anticipation. “Lay down my prince.”

“As you wish.”

Ezra almost scrambled to lay down and only when he lifted his hands over his head did she notice the ropes already tied to the headboard.

He’d listened to Mateo and prepared himself.

When he was settled on his back, she sat on top of him and reached for the restraints.

He guided her through the knot, just like Mateo.

When she was finished, she rewarded his patience with a kiss to the forehead.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

She let her hands travel over his chest, up his sternum and to his neck.

Her fingers softly closed around his throat, and she could feel his Adam’s apple bob under her palm as he stifled a groan.

With her other hand supporting her, she leaned over him and kissed him briefly and when she emerged, she let herself drown in the darkness of his eyes.

“Anything?” she asked, though her mind came up empty.

“I’m yours, Scarlett. I belong to you.”

Her thumb stroked his carotid, his pulse thumping beneath the skin. “I’m not ready to satisfy your need for pain.”

“I know and that is alright. I’m not asking you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Instead, she shifted her weight and rubbed herself over his erection, a low, guttural groan vibrating her palm.

She let her lips brush over his jaw, then pushed her body down further.

Her hand left his throat, her lips replacing it as she kissed the head of the raven.

His chest was heaving, his breathing uncontrollable as she kissed her way south.

He lifted his hips when she curled her fingers around his waistband to expose him. His sweats came off, and Ezra’s raging erection bounced in front of her face. She bit her lip and hesitantly wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her thumb rubbing over the leaking slit.

“Princess,” he growled, rolled his head back, and pushed his cock through her fist. “Tighter.”

Scarlett obeyed, and Ezra thrusted harder. She picked up his rhythm and matched her hand to his thrusts, earning herself another deep groan.

Before she could stop herself, she ducked down and swiped her tongue along his cockhead, making him jerk in her hand.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hips bucking under her.

Unsure if she’d done anything he disliked she looked up, her hot breath washing over his engorged flesh. “I—”

“Do that again,” he demanded, but when she crooked a brow expectantly, he added in a more begging tone, “Please, can you melt my insides again and lick me.”

She let her tongue slither over him, her gaze locking onto his face.

His eyes rolled back and his body arched into her touch.

Feeling bold, she sealed her lips and swirled her tongue around his tip.

Scarlett had to admit, Ezra’s deep growls of pleasure were some of the most arousing things she’d ever heard.

Needing to hear it over and over again, she didn’t stop and played with her tongue, watching his reaction as if it was her drug of choice.

“Princess?”

She lifted up with a pop. “Prince?”

Ezra laughed, rough and seemingly out of breath. “I would like for you to suffocate me with your pussy.”

She only stared at him, trying to make sense of his words. “W-what?”

“I would like for you to sit on my face while you do that wonderous play with your tongue that drives me mad.”

“Sit? On your f-face?”

“Yes. I want to drive you crazy like you are doing to me.”

She sat back on her heels, dropped her hands to her thighs, and worried her bottom lip. She tried to envision their positions and couldn’t help but feel insecure.

“Please. I’ll make you feel all giddy inside and out. You’ll come all over my face, just like you have before.”

With her lips still between her teeth she grinned, remembering how he’d made her come before. “Okay, but please don’t actually suffocate.”

“I’d only die happy, but I promise not to leave you yet.” His greedy eyes watched as she climbed off the bed and shoved her leggings down. “Everything, please.”

Her t-shirt and bra followed before she climbed back on the bed. She stared at him, unsure of how she should position herself best.

“Knees beside me, pussy on my mouth,” Ezra helped out, like her knight in shining armour.

She still felt awkward, even as she placed herself over him. “Ezra…” she muttered, but she wasn’t sure if it was a plea or a protest.

“You’re listening so well,” his voice was deep and raspy. “Lean forward and shift your weight onto your hands.”

Scarlett took a deep breath in, trying to calm her racing heart, and placed her hands beside his hips. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, trying not to imagine the image they’d give off to others.

“Perfect, now feed me your perfect cunt.”

His words made her shudder. They were harsh yet felt good in the dirtiest, raunchiest, sexiest way possible. She shuffled until his tongue flicked against her and made her squirm.

“Don’t you fucking dare remove yourself until you’ve come,” he growled, tugging at his restrains as if to try and hold her down.

“Sorry.”

She forced herself to hold still as he did it again, making her knees weak. She lost herself in how good it felt and couldn’t keep quiet any longer. His tongue massaged her clit, and her lips parted on a moan. Shock waves ran through her nerves, and she could barely hold herself up.

“Please, princess, lick my cock,” he begged, licking over her clit as soon as he said it.

She rested her weight on one forearm and took him in hand again, just like before.

Her lips closed around him, her tongue matching his pace as she pleased him with her mouth.

The headboard whined, Ezra fighting his restraints to get his hands on her.

His body shivered beneath her while he licked her until she felt drunk.

Her head spun, her legs felt like jelly, and her toes curled, slowly losing feeling in them.

She pulled off for a quick breath, sealing her mouth over his shaft as he did the same to her clit.

He jerked in her fist, his hips thrusting up and towards her throat.

She jolted slightly, but he calmed right away and as if to say sorry for startling her, he sucked her clit harder and worked her right through her orgasm.

Ezra’s cock acted as a pacifier, muffling her cries and moans. He grunted, his tongue vibrating so hard that she had to pull away, her body too sensitive to take anymore.

“I’m coming,” he pushed between grunts and tried to pull out of her, but his body had nowhere to go, and she didn’t process what was happening until a burst of salty liquid filled her mouth. “Fuck!”

She didn’t know what to do other than swallow it down, pulse after pulse, only pulling away once she was sure no more was coming.

She climbed off and sat on her heels next to him, her body and mind a mess of relief, excitement and nervousness.

She wasn’t sure how well she’d done and couldn’t look at him, her eyes drawn to his sweat-drenched chest as she wiped the drool from her mouth.

“Princess,” he hummed, drawing her pet-name out into a pleasure-laced melody. “Please look at me.”

Scarlett took a deep breath in and released it before meeting his eyes. “Did you like that?”

“Fucking loved it.”

The relief of his words felt like another orgasm, and she collapsed on his chest, letting his heart thump against her ear.

No, she thought to herself. It wasn’t just beating. It was beating for her .

“Can I hold you now?”

“You want me to untie you?”

“Yes, please.”

Scarlett did, gasping at the deep red burns on his wrists. She lifted them to her lips and softly kissed the marks the ropes had left behind. “You’re hurt.”

“I shouldn’t have fought them so hard. It’s not your fault.”