She was talking about Chelsea. It was on the news a few days ago about how Chelsea McDonald had killed herself. Except she hadn’t really. It was me who’d killed her.
I pressed my face into Scarlett’s neck, keeping up my pace. She felt so hot and wet as I fucked her. Talking about this was turning both of us on further. Scarlett linked her fingers between mine, holding onto me right back as if she craved the deep connection we’d forged with each other.
“I wore gloves to her house so I wouldn’t leave fingerprints. The moment she saw me, she knew why I was there. And, of course, she was a bitch to me about it, but I didn’t care. She threatened my family.”
Scarlett moaned as I shifted the angle, hitting the right spot for her. I noted what she liked whenever we fucked, so I could make her feel good.
“I made her write a suicide note whilst I tied the noose I’d fashioned to the bannisters on the landing next to the stairs. Then I placed a chair underneath it and made her stand on it. She put the noose over her head and tightened it like I requested… then she was still giving me shit, so I kicked the chair from under her. I guess I got a little impatient to get it over and done with.”
Scarlett’s nails dug into my back with my words, like hearing me say those things only made her want me more. Her chest heaved against mine, her body moving with me. I kissed her neck, licking her skin to taste her.
“I watched her die, Scar. I watched her, and I didn’t care that I’d taken a life. I didn’t give a shit. She knew the rules, and she broke them. I will kill anyone who fucks with my family. And I’ll torture anyone who fucks with you before I end them.”
“Why is that so hot?”
I grinned, pulling away to look at her.
“You’re in the darkness with us now, little whore.” My hands pressed hers down harder into the mattress. “Embrace it as I have. Be ours.”
She smiled up at me.
“The goddess and her horsemen?”
I leant closer, running my nose up hers.
“That’s right… Nyx belongs with Pestilence, War, Famine and Death.”
“Always.”
I kissed her. It was rough and raw. Her tongue clashed with mine, our bodies moving faster together like we were both pushing each other to the edge. I let go of one of her hands and pressed it between us to reach her clit. Scarlett cried out at the extra sensation.
“Come for me, little whore,” I murmured against her mouth. “Show me you belong to me.”
She wrapped her now free hand around me, stroking it down my back. Her nails dug into my skin a minute later, making me grunt. I fucked her harder in response and she exploded for me. Her pussy clenched around my cock. I couldn’t hold back my own climax with her bucking against me.
“Fuck,” I ground out, feeling it race up my spine before I erupted inside her.
I almost collapsed on top of her when I was spent. Then exhaustion really did set in. I don’t know where the extra burst of energy came from, but we’d both needed this. To reconnect with each other after Mason had ripped her away.
Shifting off Scarlett, I made myself get up and pull her with me into the bathroom to clean up. We got tucked back up together afterwards, holding each other like our lives depended on it. I buried my face in her hair, never wanting this moment to end as I closed my eyes.
“Love you forever,” she whispered against my chest, pressing a kiss to my heart.
“Love you for eternity,” I murmured back as sleep claimed me and my beautiful girl, who ruled my soul.
Eleven
Prescott
I awoke for the first time to the sound of my sheets rustling. Opening my eyes, I found Scarlett crawling into my bed. Her hair was sleep-rumpled, and she had a tired smile on her face. I lifted my arm up, allowing her to tuck herself up next to me, and pulled the sheets over us. A minute later, I drifted back off, content to have my girl next to me.
Waking for the second time, I discovered Scarlett sprawled across my body, her hair fanning over my chest. Her tiny fist was pressed against her mouth, making her look so fucking adorable. I didn’t want to disturb her, even though I was curious why she’d left Francis’ bed to come to mine this morning. She’d told me it was important they got to have their night together after Mason had interrupted it when he stole her. I respected her wishes, although I wanted her with me. When you were in a relationship with a woman who was also in one with your three best friends, selfishness wasn’t an option.
Reaching up, I stroked Scarlett’s hair with gentle fingers, not intending to wake her but needing to touch my girl all the same.
“I’ve missed you, little lamb,” I whispered.
Her being gone had left us in a fucking state. It made it all the more clear she belonged with us. We didn’t function right without Scarlett. The way we’d been for the past ten years no longer worked for us. Not now the five of us knew what it felt like to be together. Sure, we still had conflicts, and Scarlett hadn’t exactly completely resolved her relationships with Drake and West, but between me and her, things were perfect. Same for Francis now he’d declared his love to her. He’d told me about it during some downtime we’d had in the search for Scarlett. I got why it was a big deal to him after everything he’d been through with Chelsea.
Scarlett shifted on my chest, her hand uncurling from her mouth and flattening on my skin.
“My wolf,” she murmured.
I couldn’t fight the grin spreading across my face. She opened those hazel-green eyes of hers and gave me a soft smile when she saw I was awake too.
“Dare I ask if Francis knows you’re here?”
“He does… he had his fill of me last night.”
“I bet he did.”
Scarlett rolled her eyes. The next thing I knew, she’d moved to straddle my lap and lean over me, placing her hands on either side of my head.
“Jealous?”
“Not in the slightest.” I ran my thumb along her bottom lip. “I already got to fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.”
She nipped my thumb before sucking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. I licked my lip. Of course, I’d woken up sporting an erection, what with Scarlett being on top of me. This wasn’t helping it go down.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
My words only made her suck my thumb the way she’d suck my dick.
Fuck me.
“You’re a bad little lamb.”
She slid my thumb out of her mouth and gave me a salacious look.
“Maybe your lamb wants her wolf.”
I groaned, wanting so fucking badly to take her up on that offer, but we promised Drake we’d all go through the boxes from Mason’s house we’d brought with us today.
“My lamb is going to have to wait until later… and if you’d like, I’ll quite happily chase you around the penthouse.”
She grinned and leant closer, pressing her mouth to mine. Her tongue chased mine down. I allowed us a moment of passion, running my hand down her back, and making her wriggle on top of me.
“And what about the woods?” she asked as she pulled away and rolled off me.
“Mmm, I can arrange that soon.”