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Her glare intensifies at my words, and I can barely suppress my smirk.
It’ll be fun to fight with my Little Red.
Especially when I win.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Scarlett
Why do men think they know a woman’s body better than the woman herself?
I told Conall and Hunter I only needed an extra day of rest. While it ended up being two, I’ve felt like myself since then. It’s been nearly seven days now since I was injured, but they’re both still treating me like I’m made of glass. It’s driving me insane.
Neither of them will let me do more than the basics when it comes to taking care of myself. I’m not allowed to do simple chores without one of them showing up to stop me.
Hunter insisted on hiring a cart to carry us all when I delivered my potions and tinctures to Grimsgate and Grimdale.
And neither of them has bedded me.
That is what’s worst of all. Every night, I fall asleep between them and wake with hard cocks and bare skin pressed against me. But they won’t do more than embrace me or kiss my forehead. It’s been nearly a week, and I’m ready to come out of my skin.
I need sex. And orgasms.
When I ended my year-long dry spell with incredible sex with a Lycan and a woodsman, it opened a door inside me. Now, I need them. To my utter humiliation, I even begged and neither of them will give in. It’s infuriating.
It also doesn’t help that neither of them has said anything about the confession I made the day Victor attacked me. I told them I loved them both, but they haven’t responded at all. It’s been long enough and I’m beginning to wonder if I imagined saying it.
Just like now. I’m stretched out between Conall and Hunter, my face pressing into Conall’s chest and Hunter cuddling up to my back. They’re both still asleep and breathing deeply.
And they’re both hard.
As I lie there, thinking of all this, feeling achy and needy, I realize I don’t have to wait for either of them. It’s time to take things in hand, so to speak.
I sit up and strip my nightdress over my head, tossing it over the side of the bed. Moving carefully, I throw my leg over Conall’s hip and reach between us. He groans when my fingers wrap around him. Shifting, I run the tip of his cock through the wetness between my legs before I angle it to my entrance.
As I sink down on his length, his eyes flicker open. His irises aren’t their usual dark brown. The deep gold of his wolf has already taken over as he stares up at me.
“Scarlett,” he growls out, his hands clamping down on my hips. “What are you doing?”
“Taking what I want,” I answer.
My head falls back when he bottoms out inside me. Despite how wet I am, it’s a tight fit because my body hasn’t adjusted yet. Conall’s fingers dig into my flesh as I rock against him, rolling my hips into his.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, mate?” he asks.
I look down at him. His golden eyes glitter up at me, the pupils expanding until they nearly swallow his iris. “Ready to fuck you? Yes, I am.”
His hold on me tightens, forcing my hips to still, and he sits up. Our faces are almost level, and our lips nearly touch. My pussy clenches around him, trying to pull him deeper, and I bite back a whimper because I need him. I crave him. And he’s still refusing to give me what I need.
Wrapping one arm around my waist and keeping me planted on his dick, he reaches up with his other hand and fists my braid, tugging my head back to bare my throat. Conall licks a line from my clavicle to just below my ear.
I shudder against him, straining against his hold, but he keeps me still with ease. “I want to mark you, little mate,” he growls out against my skin.
“Mark me?”
“Bite you. Mate you. Make you mine forever.” The last words are spoken by his wolf, harsh and gruff.
A moan leaves my mouth as he sucks the flesh of my throat into his mouth, the sharp edge of his fangs denting my skin. He nips me, and I gasp as the quick pain melts into pleasure that spreads through my body.
