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Mateo

After having spent weeks without Scarlett, with nothing but the jealousy eating him alive, he finally had her—alone.

It was just the two of them hiking a breathtaking trail, their fingers intertwined.

Scarlett was his and only his for the next two days.

It was minimal compared to what her other two mates had gotten with her, yet all the soul healing that Mateo needed.

The past week, Scarlett had practiced being alone while they were close by if she needed. The first day, she’d hardly spent half an hour in the village before returning. Over the days, that expanded into hours, making not just herself proud, but all three of her mates too.

Scarlett sighed and leaned her head against his arm. “I feel that after having all three of you around the past week, I’ll feel the loneliness even harder.”

He’d tried to fight that thought, knowing the fear she’d expressed far too well. “It will make our return that much sweeter.”

There was a little pause in which he helped her over a hurdle in the path. “Can I ask you something?”

“Scarlett,” he scolded. “By now you should know that you can always ask me anything.”

She sighed and shrugged. “I know, it’s just rather personal.”

“I’m all ears.”

“It’s about Ezra.”

Mateo turned sarcastic. “Ah, my favourite topic.”

That made her giggle, at least. “I talked with him about our bond and asked if he would like to fulfil it at some point, because that’s what I want. He’s still hesitant—which I get. He believes he’ll burden me with his mind.”

“He has told me the same thing.”

“How do you handle your bond with him?”

Mateo shrugged. “It’s like white noise to me at this point. Like living on a busy street or near train tracks: you get used to it. I only have trouble when I focus on it, or if his emotions are heightened.”

“Is that often?”

“Not so much with you around.”

“How is your bond with Vince?”

“Quiet. He’s reserved, keeps a lot to himself.”

“Do you have any reservations towards our bond?”

“Not ours in particular. I’m more worried about opening myself more to Ezra through you. It has taken years to come to peace with things as they are.” When Scarlett’s face fell, he added, “I have been very open to Ezra about it. He knows how I feel.”

“Were you upset when you discovered his mistake with the blood bond.

“I was. I hated him at the time. Part of me still struggles with it. I thought he may have done it on purpose. Once I had calmed myself enough to sit down with him and talk, I could feel how much he hated it too. He has struggled to contain himself his whole life. To be someone he clearly isn’t, he never intended for anyone to see those dark parts of himself. ”

“I think it was very brave of you to seek him out and confront him.”

“I needed the peace of knowing. Once I saw past the storm it was clear to me that we had to stay together. He was just as lonely as I was.”

Scarlett pulled Mateo to a stop, stretching onto her toes. “Thank you for watching out for him—for both of them.”

He pulled her closer, her arms wrapping around him like a warm cocoon of love and happiness. “Your words are soothing to my soul.”

They hiked for the full day, only settling once they found a nice spot just off the trail.

He watched with pride as she set up the tent, showing off what she’d learned while he’d been gone.

They spent the evening laying under the stars and holding each other, the night slowly falling round them.

Once Scarlett started to shiver, he ushered her inside the tent to warm up.

Since it was only a short hike, they had opted for piles of blankets instead of sleeping bags to make cuddling easier.

Settled in their nest and spooning her from behind, Mateo shifted his weight, nosing along her jaw and to her ear. “I missed you.” He licked along the cleft and softly sucked on the lobe as his fingers found her waistband. “So, fucking much.”

Scarlett turned, hand immediately pushing into his boxer briefs.

His lips found hers just in time to feed her his groan as she fisted his cock.

Her body writhed against his, her hips rocking into his hand to press more firmly onto his fingers.

She was needy, her kiss wild and her other hand grabbing his hair as she urged him closer.

He was hungry for her body, for her moans to fill his ear and her taste to run down his throat.

He craved all of her, so he freed her lips and scrambled to his knees beside her, pushing her pants down and sucking her clit into his mouth without even taking them completely off.

Scarlett’s delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft again, his body burning under her touch.

She arched her hips into his kiss, her thighs quivering as he spread her legs further and slowly stretched her with one finger.

He jerked and groaned, her hand palming his cockhead while her free hand pushed his head further between her legs.

He and Ezra had taken her nearly daily on her period, addicted to her bare pussy.

Mateo silently cursed the fact that he now had to pack condoms. His finger slipped out of her pussy and further south, her every muscle tensing when he pressed against her other hole—the one he would be able to fuck bare at any time he wanted.

“Would I be your first?” he asked, turning his head to see her face.

In the dim light coming from the lamp hanging above them, he could see her worrying her lip—but she nodded.

It actually surprised him. He would have thought that Ezra beat him to the punch.

“Would you be open to exploring it with me?”

“Will it hurt?”

“It might be uncomfortable at first.”

“Have you done it before?”

“I have.”

“And you liked it?”

“Very much, so did the woman. If it turns out you don’t enjoy it, we can stop at any time.”

“I want to try.”

“I will go nice and slow,” he hummed, sealing his lips over her clit again.

He blindly reached for his backpack, fumbling through the pockets for the bottle of lube.

Once he located it, he squeezed some onto his fingers and gently rubbed it into her skin.

With his tongue playing with her clit the tension in her body slowly eased, her fist working his length in time with his pace.

The thought of being able to fuck her bare again almost made him come on the spot.

When she completely relaxed, Mateo added more lube to his fingers and slowly pressed one finger into her.

He sucked her clit harder, his tongue swirling over her little pearl and trying to take her mind away from the unavoidable burn.

Only using his fingertip, he opened her up slowly and patiently while his mouth worked her clit much faster and harder.

Her moans filled the air around them, bringing goosebumps to the surface of his skin.

He wanted to praise her, tell her how well she was doing, but he didn’t dare remove himself from her clit.

Her fingers curled into his hair demanding that he stay exactly where he was.

Scarlett took his finger so easily that he eased his second finger into her.

She tensed slightly, but he used his mouth to relax her again, allowing him to open her up even further.

He was so focused on Scarlett that he barely noticed the strokes on his shaft slowing.

When he added a third finger, she’d dropped her hand, no longer pleasing him.

Without lifting his head, he peeked up at her and saw her head rolled back, eyes closed with a satisfied smile on her lips.

She was entirely consumed by lust, and he loved seeing her like this—even more so knowing he was the one to do it to her.

His heart swelled with pride, and his blood boiled with desire.

He needed her, wanted to bury himself inside her.

Closing his eyes, he focused back on her, reminding himself that she—to some degree—was a precious flower, and needed all of the patience he could offer.

After all, he wanted her to allow him to fuck her bare more often.

If he didn’t make this experience pleasant for her, it would have the opposite effect.

With his fourth finger stretching her, he pumped into her faster. Her body shook and her moans turned into soft sweet whimpers of pleasure.

“How does it feel, beautiful?”

“Odd, but g-good.”

He chuckled, kissing her hip bone with his fingers still pumping into her. “Are you in pain?”

“Not at all.”

“Roll onto your side,” he instructed. “It will make it easier for you to take me.”

He gave her some space, and she followed his direction. He lubed himself up and waited until she laid comfortably on her side. Wrapping his arm around her, he found her clit and peppered her neck with kisses.

“Breathe,” he reminded her, feeling her body tense against him. “Focus on each breath, and my fingers on your clit.”

Patiently he waited, despite his cock’s protests. His fingers worked her clit until her muscles relaxed. He lined himself up, easing into her hole as she focused on her breathing. She took him easily, gaining an inch with each breath.

“Perfect, just like that,” he praised. She was so tight that she practically milked precum from him.

“Oh, Mateo,” she gasped, falling limp in his arms.

He stopped immediately. “Am I hurting you?”

“Oh,” she moaned, dropping her voice to a barely audible whisper. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckled, driving his hips into her ass.

He’d found her sweet spot and the moment he realised that, he knew this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

He pumped faster, his dick finally relieved of the pressure he’d been fighting all day.

Scarlett’s head rolled back, his lips sealing around her earlobe, sucking the skin between his teeth.

Scarlett’s body was completely slack, her lustful whimpers begging him not to stop as he fucked her tight ass.

With his muscles on fire and grunts vibrating deep in his throat, he tried to prolong the inevitable.

He knew he was close, but he couldn’t resist her pleas to keep going.

He had no choice but to obey—she was his to use as she pleased.

Then, her moans turned into cries and she ripped his hand away from her clit.

She tightened around his cock, pulling his orgasm right out of him. He pulled out, scrambling for something to catch his cum. As much as he wanted to see his cum dripping from her, he wanted to do it when she’d have the facilities to clean up afterwards.

Mateo shook off the aftershocks, tossing his soiled underwear aside and covering Scarlett with the blanket.

She was shivering, and he pulled her closer to combat the cold.

“You did so well.” She turned and nuzzled herself into his side, dampening his neck with tears.

“Scarlett, what happened? Are you hurt?”

She shook her head, tears now balling down her cheeks and into his shirt.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he hushed, holding her close with one arm and massaging her scalp with his other hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“There is no need to apologise.”

She sniffled for a while before she gathered her bearings. “I don’t know what that was about. It was so good.”

“You were just overstimulated. It’s okay.”

He helped her pull her pants back up, then made sure they were both tucked in before turning off the light. He soothed her to sleep with gentle kisses and touches, hoping that he made her feel just an ounce of what she meant to him.