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Ezra

Ezra willingly followed Scarlett into his bedroom, where she guided him to kneel on the floor. “I have something for you, but you have to wait here with your eyes closed.”

“As you wish.”

As he closed his eyes, Ezra listened as her footsteps disappeared, then returned. The door shut, and the lock clicked into place. When she stood in front of him again, it took all of his will power to keep his eyes closed.

“Let me start by saying that you don’t have to accept this.”

“May I see?”

“You know I can’t resist when you ask so nicely.”

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking to adjust to the darkness of the room, and saw a black leather wrist band in Scarlett’s hands. When he curiously held his hand out, she hesitantly gave it to him. “Why wouldn’t I want that?”

“I can show you.”

“Please do.”

Once Scarlett fastened the cuff around his wrist, she opened one of the decorative flaps that turned out not to be decorative at all.

Extracting an adjustable strap, she wrapped it around his other wrist and suddenly, an innocent accessory had turned into his new favourite piece of bondage equipment.

“I love it.”

Scarlett crouched in front of him, kissing him again before she turned to his knife collection. “How are you feeling, my prince?”

Her tone had switched from his sweet princess to the beloved queen he’d had the pleasure of watching emerge over the past few weeks. “I’m not sure.”

Scarlett lifted one of the vampire bone blades, admiring the piece in her hands. “Was today as you had hoped?”

“I had no expectation other than not killing her.”

“You didn’t scream and shout at her either.”

“I wanted to.”

They shared a brief look before Scarlett turned back to the knife. “Why didn’t you?”

“It’s not her fault.” He sighed and let his shoulders fall forward.

It felt good submitting to her. Even when she was a gentle alpha, she was still his and it was easy to let her take charge.

“I knew that all along, but it felt easier not letting my envy for her uneventful childhood blind me when I saw her with you.”

“With me?” she asked rather surprised. “Why is that?”

“You are sisters after all. I liked the idea of you two getting along—of giving you a larger family.”

Scarlett looked at him, pure adoration in her eyes, and Ezra’s heart swelled. “You can be such a sweetheart when you want to be.” When she crossed the room again, she frowned. “I keep forgetting to take your shirt off before tying you up.”

Ezra happily offered his hands so she could unbuckle the leather. With his shirt discarded, Scarlett sat on the foot of his bed. Once his chest was bare, he put his hands back in his lap, waiting for her next instructions.

Scarlett grinned, her eyes roaming over his chest as she curled her finger for him to come closer. “Come here, my prince.”

On all fours, Ezra crawled towards her and the blush creeping up on her cheeks was his sweet reward. Though she had become more comfortable with her dominant side, she still had so much more to learn.

“Give me your hands.”

Ezra did, happily, and watched attentively as she re-bound his wrists. Scarlett turned his hands palms up as much as the leather let it happen and ran her thumb over his still bleeding cut. Ezra hummed when the pain shot up his arm.

“I did enjoy getting to know her. I just wasn’t sure how you felt about it. Or how much you were willing to share about us or how much you would want me to ask.”

Scarlett brought the blade to Ezra’s lower arm, and his eyes fluttered shut. Pressure, followed by delicious pain, and Ezra groaned.

“Your relationship with her felt so fragile. I didn’t want to be the reason it would shatter right away again.”

“Nothing you did felt wrong.”

Another cut, the pain sweetened with her lips on his cheek. “I want you to tell me if I ever do cross a line. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable when it comes to me and your sister.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Scarlett hummed softly and let the blade cut just a little deeper. “You’ve looked so tense all day. The last few days, actually.”

“You’re making me feel better,” he purred, the sound turning into a whimper as her thumb rubbed his open wounds.

Then she surprised him, turning to his chest. She dug the blade in slightly just below his throat, dragging a crooked line down his chest so she avoided his runes.

“Princess,” he groaned, letting his head fall back as his chest arched towards the blade.

“You deserve it,” she husked, oh so softly cupping his cheek with her free hand. “You did so well, you deserve all the rewards I can gift you.”

“ Fuck ,” Ezra groaned, drawing out the sound.

“It still sounds odd at times, telling you I’m rewarding you while inflicting pain on you.”

“The sweetest you could ever treat me.” He tried to control his breathing, but it was hard when Scarlett was dragging her fingertips through his cut and smearing his blood over his chest. “Thank you.”

“The things I’m willing to do and learn for you still blow my mind. It’s a scary thought.”

He chuckled, dropping his hands to her ankles and softly running his thumbs over the delicate skin there—it was all he could reach. “And I’ll be forever grateful as I embrace your darkness.”

Scarlett’s lips caressed their way over his jaw to his ear where she nipped him with her teeth, the tip of the blade pressing into his sternum again. “Get naked and lie on the bed for me.”

He scrambled to his feet and shoved his jeans and briefs down, earning himself a delighted giggle from his mate. A few seconds later he laid down, head propped up on a pillow so he wouldn’t miss a thing.

Scarlett walked around his bed and lit the candles, lowering the overhead light. Then, slowly, teasingly, she dropped the dress that she’d let him pick out for her only hours ago. What he hadn’t seen yet, was the black lace two-piece beneath it.

“Princess,” he hummed.

With a pleased smile, she twirled for him, giving him a full view.

The candles were throwing shadows over her skin, letting the muscles beneath it dance gorgeously.

He loved how her body grew stronger every day, how she made sure to treat and take care of herself in every aspect of her life.

Even with her studies, she insisted on keeping her workout routine.

He watched in awe as she slipped the lace off.

“Stunning,” he hummed.

Scarlett knelt on the bed, dragging her fingers through the blood one more time before wrapping the same hand around his cock.

She squeezed, relieving some of the torturous pressure.

His eyes closed, his hips fucking himself through her fist. Then she straddled him, smothering his cock with her pussy and entirely taking his breath away.

“Such a lucky day for a pretty prince like you. You’re not the only one bleeding.”

Before he could process her words, she impaled herself onto him. Her pussy was tight, but the blood worked as lube as she ground over him.

“I’m going to untie you. But that doesn’t mean you can do as you please. I just enjoy you being able to hold me.”

“I understand.”

“Good boy.” But Scarlett couldn’t finish the phrase before she burst into laughter. “No, that one I don’t like at all.”

The moment he was free, his hands were on her thighs, grabbing her and feeling her muscles twitch under his palms. “Call me whatever pleases you, princess.”

With a wicked, yet loving grin, Scarlett bent down and let her lips brush against his. “You shouldn’t say things you might regret later.”

“I never regret anything with you.” He flattened his feet on the mattress, driving his hips deeper into her. “There is nothing you can ever do or say that I won’t love.”

Her eyes rolled back, and her body fell limp onto his as he fucked her sweet spot. “Don’t stop,” she begged, holding tightly onto his shoulders and dropping her head to his chest.

“I thought I was the one supposed to beg,” he teased, but he wasn’t about to be told twice.

“You feel so good,” she panted, her body rocking with his.

He loved how she could barely breathe or move her muscles. He was doing this to her. He was making her lose her mind. Scarlett came with a sudden whimper, quivering. He picked up the pace, desperate to come with her.

But her next words had him freezing.

“No.” Ezra’s eyes shot open, confused as Scarlett’s weight disappeared. “You won’t come. You agreed not to do as you please.”

He couldn’t help the grin twitching on his lips. “I did, so I think you should punish me for misbehaving.”

Her gaze drifted from his naughty smile down to his aching dick, precum pouring like a faucet and mixing with her blood coating his length. “Maybe I should.” She squirmed, eyeing the mess on her thighs.

“Don’t waste one thought on the sheets.”

She laughed and climbed off the bed. “Stop knowing me so well.”

“Soon, I’ll know everything that goes on in that pretty mind of yours.”

Scarlett reached for his cuffs, and he willingly let her tie his wrists to the anchored restraints. After all, it was punishment he definitely deserved for not listening. “It does make me feel all giddy inside.”

She slowly walked around the bed to his other side, where his hand was already waiting to be restrained.

She looked like a treat, her cheeks still blushed from her orgasm and her thighs covered in blood.

If it hadn’t been her own blood covering her in red stains, he would have gone feral.

But this was different, completely and utterly breathtaking.

“And you know what, Ezra?” She leaned over and braced herself on the mattress, her lips ghosting a kiss across his forehead. “You deserve it.” Scarlett straightened, walking over to his shelf where she picked up one of the raven feathers. “Can I use this?”

He nodded, though very confused. He had been expecting punishment. Scarlett returned to the bed, giving him a soft smile.

“You look so beautiful.” The feather tickled over Ezra’s hip and he tried to twist away with a giggle he couldn’t restrain.

“So gorgeous,” she laughed, her eyes sparkling in the light of the candles.

The feather tickled him again, and the air vibrated with his laugh.

“I love hearing your laughter. I might even be a little addicted to that breathtaking smile of yours.”

Fuck, her punishment was kindness. And though it was absolutely torturous , he loved her out of the box thinking.

The feather wiggled down his thigh and over his knee, and Ezra squirmed. “You are so beautiful, Ezra. Wild, free and I envy your bravery for shamelessly being who you are.”

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 for explicit permission. 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.