Page 138 of Fated to the Hunters
Scarlett rolled the pendant between her fingers, giving Ezra a cheeky grin. “You would tell me if I asked nicely.” Then she shrugged with a shy laugh. “Or I could tie you up and make you.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“Youaresweeter than you let on, did you know that?” she teased lovingly.
“Don’t give false hope, someone might hear you.”
She tugged at the necklace, and he followed without hesitation. Her lips brushed against his, a hum vibrating from deep in his chest. “If I told you to be nice, you would, because you aremine, Ezra, you would fall to your knees for me without a single word.” Scarlett shocked herself. She didn’t know where those words had come from, but the fierce, dominating tone of her voice felt exciting so she didn’t question it.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Then she burst out giggling, returning to the version of herself she knew. “You do make me see a whole new side to myself.”
“It’s your alpha. It has been suppressed for years. Now, you have the freedom to explore it.”
“I’ve never thought about it that way.” Ezra’s words had jogged a memory from their time apart. “My brother came to check on me.”
Ezra grunted, rather displeased. “Terrified that we killed you, huh?”
“I thought I’d never see him again,” she admitted, ignoring his jab.
“But you would like to see him more often, despite what they have done to you.”
Though it wasn’t a question, Scarlett nodded.
“They raised you to be weak. They only had their own interests in mind.”
Scarlett turned her gaze away, leaning back to give herself some space. “They meant well.”
“That’s what they want you to believe.”
“They never hurt me.”
“Look at me, princess,” Ezra demanded, though it was rather soft.
She sighed, but picked her head up again.
“My parents only meant well too, but they were stillwrong. Even animals don’t do well in enclosures, some even die. Our parents had these ideas, these ideologies that made them think they were good parents, yet here we are. I’m a self loathing psychopath, while you can barely step foot outside the house alone.”
“So, you think I shouldn’t want to see them again?”
He shook his head, his fingers still caressing her leg under the table. “My path isn’t yours. The one you choose is up to you.”
“But you disapprove.”
He laughed again, increasing the pressure on her skin. “Don’t let my disapproval stop you, but I won’t tolerate any disrespect towards you.”
“So, you would meet them?”
“You said it yourself: I’m yours and all you have to do is ask me nicely.” Ezra then smiled so widely that the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Or tie me up and make me.”
Scarlett would take that answer happily. She leaned in again and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
After breakfast, they strolled through the village for a while before they headed back to the cabin. Even though Ezra didn’t say it, he was visibly exhausted.
“With Vince, I cooked for two or three days at a time, but if you prefer a different meal each evening, I can change that up.”
“You could set a lump of charcoal in front of me and I’ll still eat it.”
