Scarlette #2
I can feel Lykan’s dark gaze boring through me, and I have to fight the urge to start wringing my hands, which he might end up misinterpreting as a sign of guilt.
“Can I ask you something first?”
“Go on.”
“Do you...do you believe in God, Lykan?”
I was ready for him to take his time answering. Or even tell me off for asking him this—
“I believe He exists.”
But he shocks me instead with how swiftly and firmly he answers me, and... oh wow.
Lykan’s words are so much better than expected, so much easier to work with, that I know it can only be God at work.
“You won’t believe how glad I am to hear that,” I say shakily.
“I see.”
Something in his tone makes me look up, and his lips twist in a smile that I don’t quite know how to describe.
“Your faith is why you changed your mind.”
How did he know—
“If not for that, you would have probably tried filing for divorce.”
I don’t think he can say anything more shocking at this point.
He gets it.
I know it shouldn’t mean much, but it does.
And for some reason, this gives me hope.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks abruptly.
“How am I looking at you?”
“I don’t know how to describe it.” His tone is taut, almost stiff.
His words echo my earlier sentiments, and I realize that this is God at work again. There are times when we don’t see where we’re heading, and He asks us to walk by faith, and not by sight...just like now.
“I just want you to know,” I hear myself say unevenly, “that from now on, you can count on me to be the best wife ever.”
“Is that so?”
“I mean it,” I say earnestly. “I have to. I’m not.
..I mean...I don’t consider myself an expert on faith or anything, but I know enough to understand that I need to give it my all, if I want our marriage to work.
And that’s why I can promise you I’ll take my duties as a wife seriously. I’ll submit to you—”
“I’m very glad to hear that, habibti ,” Lykan murmurs.
Oh no.
“Especially as we still have some time on our hands.”
Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
“Now,” he says, his voice dropping to that dangerous purr that makes my stomach flutter, “open your legs wide.”
Wait.
Did he just say—
How in the world did we arrive—
Lykan raises a brow when all I do is stare at him in confusion. “Did I misunderstand what you said earlier, habibti ? Did you not promise to submit to me?”
“Oh, but—”
“Then do as I ask,” he says silkily.
Fire bursts in my cheeks, and I can’t remember feeling this confused, this embarrassed...and this turned on.
“Open your legs.”
My knees slowly part...even as I feel my senses start reeling.
“Wider.”
The emerald silk of my dress rides up as I obey, revealing the lacy tops of my stockings. The leather seat is cool against my skin, and I grip the armrest with my free hand, my knuckles going white.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends heat spiraling through me. “You said you take your wifely duties seriously?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
“Then let me tell you what I expect from my wife.” His hands slide to my knees, his touch burning through the thin silk. “Complete surrender. Complete honesty. And complete pleasure.”
Oh .
His fingers trace the hem of my dress, pushing it higher inch by tortuous inch, while city lights flash by outside, streaks of white and red that blur together as my focus narrows to his touch.
“L-Lykan,” I stammer out. “What if someone—”
“No one can see us, habibti . The windows are tinted, and we’re completely alone.” His voice is hypnotic, soothing even as his actions are anything but. “Relax.”
His hands skim up my thighs, and his touch makes me feel anything but relaxed.
The limo turns a corner, and I sway slightly, my grip on the armrest tightening.
“You’re trembling...”
Why does he have to sound so pleased about that?
“I’ve never...” I swallow hard. “No one’s ever...”
“I know.” His thumbs brush over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Trust me.”
I do.
Of course I trust him.
But... oh!
His fingers hook into my panties, and I don’t even recognize myself anymore, with how I’m actually lifting my hips to help him.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze, and a gasp slips past my lips at what I see.
Oh...my love.
I never imagined any man would look at me with so much possessiveness and hunger, but at the same time, with so much tenderness, too...that it just takes my breath away.
“Your first duty as my wife,” Lykan says roughly, “is to come on my tongue.”
I don’t even have time to process his words, with Lykan already kneeling between my legs, his broad shoulders forcing my thighs even wider apart so that...
“L-Lykan!”
I can’t help whimpering his name out even as my head falls back, with how his warm breath caresses my most intimate flesh.
“Remember your duty...wife.”
Oh...oh my...goodness.
The first touch of his tongue makes me practically scream, and my back arches off the seat like I got shocked.
It’s so...wet and warm, and I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
My free hand flies to his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands as he works me with devastating skill. Outside, the world continues. Traffic lights, car horns, the distant sound of sirens. But inside this cocoon of leather and luxury, there’s only sensation.
“L-Lykan...”
I can’t help but make these little embarrassing sounds, can’t help but cry his name out again and again as he...
Oh!
The limo hits a bump, and the motion drives his tongue deeper. I sob his name, my thighs shaking around his head.
“That’s it, habibti ,” he growls against my flesh. “Let me hear how much you need this.”
Oh, how shamefully right he is.
I need this.
So, so much.
That I find myself rocking my hips against his mouth without conscious thought, chasing for something I can’t see as the pressure inside of me starts building and building—
Lykan suddenly slides two fingers inside of me, and I almost die.
Aaaah!
This...
His tongue.
His fingers.
Together .
It’s too much.
Way too much.
“I can’t—” I gasp, my whole body pulled taut as a bowstring.
“You can,” he taunts.
“L-Lykan—”
“Come for me,” he orders. “Now.”
And I do, of course.
My husband orders, and my body obeys, with the final stroke of his tongue sending me flying over the edge, and all I can do is cry and cry out.
“L-Lykan...”
My whole body shakes and I’m probably pulling his hair but he doesn’t seem to care. Doesn’t even stop until I’m boneless and panting, aftershocks still rippling through me.
When Lykan finally lifts his head, I’m staring down at him with dazed eyes, my lips parted as I struggle to catch my breath.
His mouth is wet from me, his hair disheveled from my hands, and the look of pure male satisfaction on his face...
Oh...oh my goodness.
I only start coming back to my senses when the limo slows down, and I realize in panic that we’ve arrived at the airport...while my panties are still on the floor, and oh my gosh, I cannot go out like this!
“Lykan—” I’m really freaking out now. “I must look—”
“Perfect.”
“Uh no, I—”
I...
I forget what I’m saying, with Lykan grabbing a fistful of my hair as he pulls me close for a deep, toe-curling kiss, and when he finally lifts his head, I’m once again breathless, restless, and mindless.
What was I worried about again?
Ten minutes earlier
Sharasa’s royal jet is...
Unbelievable.
I mean, Air Force One is one of my favorite comfort movies, so this...
This is just...
Is there any word that conveys more shock than ‘unbelievable’?
I don’t even know where to start, and I know I thought this earlier, but I mean it this time.
Nothing
Whatever anyone can imagine, this jet tops it, and it’s just..
.it just makes me feel dizzier. I haven’t even properly processed what just happened between Lykan and me in the limo.
Or all of Grandma Jackie’s sage words before that.
And now this...this overwhelming sense of luxury that I know will now be a part of my life, for better and for worse.
It comes with the territory as Lykan’s wife, and I just don’t know—
“Scarlette...”
—if I’m imagining that voice I just heard or I’ve completely lost my mind, so you know what?
I’m just going to turn around, and... WHOA!
My heart stutters in shock, which I know sounds poetic...even as my jaw drops, which I also know doesn’t sound quite as elegant.
“V-Vaughn?”
Am I airsick? Is this what it is? Am I hallucinating because—
He takes a step forward.
And another.
And another.
Until he’s right in front of me, and he’s close enough to touch my hand—
WHOA!
I jump back when the reality of his touch hits me.
He’s real.
How can he be real...and here?
“I was hoping you’d be a lot happier to see me.”
The faint accusation in his tone is unmistakable, and my confusion only grows.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
How strangely confident he sounds.
I start shaking my head. “You don’t understand. Lykan—”
“Arav’s with him now,” Vaughn dismisses, “explaining things.”
How does Vaughn know who Arav is?
“Can we talk about us for a moment?” Vaughn presses.
“There’s no us—”
“Because you’re married, right? But we can fix that—”
“There’s nothing to fix,” I protest. “I’m married—- ”
“But you don’t have to stay married,” Vaughn snaps. “That’s what I’m trying to say if you’d only let me finish—”
Lykan strides inside at that moment, and Vaughn’s words come to an abrupt stop as my husband’s dominating presence immediately fills the room.
Something’s wrong.
I can see it in the way his handsome face has hardened into ice—
“May I present your elder brother, Vaughn Fuller?”
—just as Arav’s words make me realize I was wrong.
I stand corrected, actually.
Because apparently, there’s something more shocking than Lykan believing in God—
And that’s also God deciding to turn the two men in my life into... brothers?
“Since we’re all here—”
The pompousness in Vaughn’s tone catches me off guard. He’s never spoken like this before. Never.
“I think now’s a good time as any to make my intentions clear.”
And it has me staring at him like I’m besotted, but actually, it’s more like I’m dumbfounded. Becase honestly...where does he find the confidence? Like, seriously.
“In the laws of Sharasa—”
Why is he acting like the world has somehow changed, and it’s Lykan who’s the pauper—
“The firstborn has the right to claim any woman as his, even if she’s married to someone else.”