“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 wantyou,” Ezra assured her. “I want you to be pleased and happy. Nothing else matters anymore. Since the moment youreyes 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 butdamn,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’twantto. 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 ontohis 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.”
