Page 176 of Fated to the Hunters
“Only after you finish your dessert.”
“As you wish.” Ezra inhaled his ice cream in record time, setting the bowl aside before she’d even spread her blanket over her lap.
She shook her head in disbelief. “It’s there for you to enjoy.”
“I enjoy you more.” Ezra sat cross-legged in front of her, taking her foot in his hands and kneading his thumbs into the sole. “I would like to propose something.”
“Is it a true proposal or do you have it written in stone already?”
“It’s an offer.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I’m ready to complete our bond.”
Scarlett froze with her spoon halfway to her mouth. “You are?”
“I am.”
Vince, who sat by her side, gently reminded her that she still had food in front of her. “I agreed as long as Ezra followed my conditions.”
“And those are…?”
“Ezra will stay out of my head and will not use you to find his way into our minds. He has also agreed not to act childish if you decide to distance yourself from any one of us.”
Scarlett slowly nodded as she processed everything, then turned to Mateo. He smiled from ear to ear, excited for everyone to finally be on the same page. “How are you feeling about it?”
Though she probably already knew she always made it a point to ask for everyone’s consent, no matter the subject, and Ezra adored that about her, even if he didn’t say it out loud.
“I’m excited.”
“Clearly,” Ezra snorted, continuing his massage.
“How would you like us to celebrate our union?” Mateo asked once Scarlett had set aside her empty bowl.
“I haven’t thought about it. We usually have a celebration with the whole pack.”
“We can have a small one if you like. I’m sure your brother and Kurt would like to be part of it.”
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, taking Vince’s hand in hers. “They would. Maybe something small by the lake or so.”
“Under the weeping willow would be a nice spot,” Mateo thought out loud. “We can have it at night with candles and lights all over.”
She gently laughed. “I see you already have it all planned out.”
“I want you to wear a white dress,” Ezra heard himself say before he could stop himself—or adjust his demanding tone.
“Don’t brides usually wear white?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She waited for him to continue and when he didn’t, she said, “I’ll consider it.” Scarlett pulled her legs free of Ezra’s grip and stood. “You should all make a list of what you want. We can go through it together tomorrow.” She kissed all three of them before heading to bed only to pause halfway up the stairs, with a serious gaze towards Vince. “I want three separate lists. It doesn’t count to just agree with what others are saying.”
Vince grinned and nodded. “Noted.”
Ezra picked up their bowls—Scarlett had left a horrible good imprint on his behaviour—and cleaned up the kitchen before turning in for himself.
Ezra awoke the next morning to hear Scarlett’s sweet moans trailing up the stairs from the kitchen. He rolled out of bed and followed the tantalising sound. She was bent over the counter with Vince fucking her from behind, one hand wrapped around her hip and plunging between her legs. If Ezra’s cock hadn’t already been rock hard to begin with, that was the signal to his body that it was showtime. He watched her body shiver and her ass arch into Vince, begging for him to fuck her harder. If they’d been in one of their private rooms Ezra wouldn’t have dared to spy on them. It had been an unspoken rule that if she was being fucked in a common space, it was an open invitation. Helet Vince finish, then descended the stairs, her cheeks flushing a bright pink the second she saw him.
