Yes, Saint
SCARLETT
My heart skipped.
Saint’s forehead was pressed gently against mine, his massive body trembling slightly as he waited for my answer. His hands were so big on my waist, thumbs stroking the fabric of my sundress like I was something precious he was afraid to break.
He was asking.
This giant, terrifying Alpha who had torn a monster’s head off yesterday… was standing here blushing, ears red, voice shy and rough, asking permission to kiss me.
My eyes went wide and my cheeks burned so hot I was sure they would combust any second.
“Saint…” I whispered, voice barely there.
He swallowed hard, ice-blue eyes soft, vulnerable and flickered with nervous hope. “Please?” he repeated, even quieter this time, like he was ready for me to say no and walk away.
Something inside my chest cracked open.
This was the same Saint who had carried me through mud, who had brought me a dead rabbit like it was the greatest treasure, who had curled around me all night like I was his whole world.
And he was still asking.
I slowly reached up and cupped his face with both hands. His skin was warm, jaw tight with tension.
“Yes,” I breathed, smiling softly. “You can kiss me, Saint.”
His eyes widened like he couldn’t believe it. For half a second he just stared at me, stunned. Then a shy, boyish smile broke across his face, so genuine and sweet it made my knees weak.
He leaned down slowly, giving me every chance to change my mind.
When his lips finally touched mine, they were surprisingly soft and gentle. Almost hesitant at first, like he was scared he’d do it wrong. But the moment I kissed him back, a deep, rumbling groan vibrated from his chest.
Saint’s arms wrapped fully around me, pulling me flush against his body as he deepened the kiss. It stayed sweet for only a few seconds before hunger took over. His tongue brushed shyly against my bottom lip, asking again for permission. I opened for him.
He tasted like mint and something wild. His kiss grew more confident, more desperate, one big hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head while the other stayed possessively on my lower back.
I melted.
My fingers curled into his shirt as I kissed him back just as eagerly. A soft, needy sound escaped me, and Saint responded with a low growl that sent heat rushing through my entire body.
When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathing hard.
Saint rested his forehead against mine again, eyes closed, a tiny, happy smile on his lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Been wanting to do that for so long.”
I laughed breathlessly, still flushed and dizzy and blurted out without thinking. “You could’ve asked sooner, you big puppy.”
He shook his head, nuzzling my cheek. “Didn’t want to scare you.”
My heart did a stupid little flip.
From a few feet away, Lily cleared her throat loudly. “I’m still here, you know! And I can see everything!”
Saint didn’t let me go. If anything, he held me tighter, like he was afraid I’d disappear.
I smiled against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
Yeah…
I was definitely in trouble.
Saint didn’t let go.
His forehead stayed pressed to mine, his breathing heavy and warm against my lips. His massive hands flexed on my waist like he was fighting the urge to pull me even closer.
“Scarlett…” he whispered, voice husky and rough, almost shy. “Can I… kiss you again?”
My heart slammed against my ribs. I was still dizzy from the first kiss, cheeks burning, lips tingling.
I should have said no. Lily was right there. We were out in the open but the way he was looking at me, big, dangerous Alpha reduced to a blushing, hopeful mess made something melt inside me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
The word barely left my mouth before Saint groaned softly and backed me up against the nearest tree. The bark pressed into my back as his huge body caged me in completely. This kiss wasn’t gentle like the first one.
It was hungry.
His mouth claimed mine with a desperation that made my knees buckle. One of his big hands slid down to grip my hip, fingers digging into the soft curve while the other stayed on my waist, slowly pushing the hem of my sundress higher up my thighs.
I whimpered into his mouth as his rough palm rubbed over my bare thigh, squeezing gently, possessively. The kiss grew deeper, wetter. His tongue stroked against mine like he wanted to taste every inch of me.
My pussy throbbed badly. Heat pooled low in my belly as slick started trickling into my panties. I was getting wet so fast it embarrassed me.
Saint pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark with lust. His hand slid higher under my dress, thumb brushing dangerously close to where I was aching.
“You’re leaking, princess,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “I can smell it. So sweet…”
I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. My face burned hotter than the sun.
Before I could respond, a familiar, filthy voice drawled from behind us.
“Oh, that’s not fair, is it?”
Kane.
Saint tensed but didn’t let me go. I peeked over his shoulder to see Kane and Rhys standing there, both watching with dark, hungry eyes.
Kane smirked, arms crossed. “Making out without us? After we behaved? Greedy little Omega.”
Rhys’s golden eyes burned as he stepped closer, voice smooth and dangerous. “Sharing is caring, darling.”
Saint let out a low, possessive growl, pressing me harder against the tree, but his cheeks were still faintly pink. He looked torn between wanting to keep me all to himself and knowing his pack wanted in.
I was trapped between three walls of muscle and pure Alpha energy, dress halfway up my thighs, slick dripping down my legs, heart racing wildly.
And I had never been more turned on in my life.
Kane’s grin widened as he moved closer. “So… you gonna let us join, princess? Or do we have to beg too?”
Saint nuzzled my neck, lips brushing my ear as he whispered shyly, “I still want more…”