Page 89 of Fated to the Hunters
Scarlett’s thumbs brushed the wet hair on his thighs.Fuck, he hated being self-conscious. “Do you want children?”
“I do, but now I’m not sure how exactly it will work out. I’ve never pictured myself raising them rogue.”
“What scares you the most?”
“Being alone. I know I’ll have the three of you but when you have your pack, there are always helping hands. From making meals during the first weeks of motherhood to homeschooling later.”
“It would all fall on us, but the more I get to know you better, you think it will all fall on you entirely.”
Scarlett sighed. “Exactly.”
“You’re not alone. We may not be a whole pack, but we will do this together.”
“I know. I think I’m just having a hard time letting go of that ideal picture I had for my life. I mean, it’s not bad right now andI know you all will take care of me. But it’s so different. My mind has trouble comprehending it.”
“You might always wonder to yourself what it would’ve been like if Isis had chosen differently for you. Following someone blindly is hard even if you trust that person—or in this case, goddess—with your life.”
Her fingers danced over his thighs, setting his nerve endings alight. This all felt too good to be true. Too perfect to be the rest of his life. Was this what happiness felt like? Was it supposed to feel this amazing?
They stayed there in the bath until the water became too cold to tolerate any longer. She kissed his cheek and stood, water splashing around them. “Time to rinse off then we can head out.”
He stared up at her perfect body, with not a single scar or imperfection to be found. Part of him hated it, knowing she had not seen enough in the past years to have life’s scars. The other part hoped that he could keep her just as safe as her pack had for the rest of her life.
She stepped out and straight into the shower and try as he might, Vince couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her body was petite, for now at least. Her ribs and spine still poked through her skin, but with her determination and Mateo’s guidance she would grow beautifully strong. She already had a fierce mind. Her body would soon follow suit.
Their eyes met and with a smile, she wrapped a towel around herself and crossed the room to him. She fell to her knees beside the tub and took his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing over his cheeks.
“You are beautiful.” His tone was much huskier than he’d anticipated. “I could admire you all day.”
“For someone so quiet, you sure have a way with words.”
“It’s easy with you.”
Scarlett tried and failed to hide her smile. “Such a big old softy.”
Maybe he was, but heaven help the person who threatened her with him around.
She dipped her hand into the water, where the bubbles had already faded away and shook her head. “You must be freezing. Come.”
He accepted the hand she offered and helped her stand up. Scarlett’s eyes trailed over his body, lingering for a brief moment on his crotch. As if she felt caught, she quickly handed him a towel.
Covered from the waist down, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek. “Are you ashamed? Because I’m yours, Scarlett.”
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“I assure you that I don’t. I looked at you the whole time you showered. Did that make you uncomfortable?”
Scarlett shook her head. “No.”
She turned in his arms and pulled him into a kiss. Arching her back, she pressed her body into his, deepening the embrace. Before he could think twice, he lifted Scarlett off the ground and her legs wrapped around his waist. He took a tentative step towards her bedroom and when she didn’t protest, he almost blew on the spot. Her legs were tightly hugging him, leaving nothing but the towel between his aching cock and her pussy.
Without breaking the kiss, he gently laid her down on her bed and knelt between her thighs. He rested one elbow next to her head, while his other hand trailed along her thigh to her hip. His heart pounded against his ribcage, and it made it hard to breathe as he took her hip in his large hand.
“Scarlett,” he panted, lips brushing hers. “I need you.”
“I’m yours.”
Fuck.He wanted to lose the towel and fuck her so bad, but restrained himself. She deserved so much better than his blind lust. “Am I your first?”
