Leo’s POV 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

​"Yes, he’s here," I whispered, gripping her shoulders to keep her focused. "But don’t worry. He’s only here for a business deal. He has no idea you’re in this hotel."

​Scarlett’s chest heaved with panicked breaths as she tried to calm down. "He can’t see me, Leo. You know the plan. You know why I need these two years." She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine with desperate intensity. "Do you think they’ll have children? Your brothers... do you think they’ll have children with their wives?"

​I let out a harsh, dry laugh. "No, Scarlett. Just as I hated every second I spent with Bianca, they hate their wives. We’ve all been counting the days until we can file for divorce. None of us have touched those women."

​Scarlett’s face went pale, her eyes wide with sudden panic. "No... no, Leo, you shouldn’t let that happen! You men have to stay with them!"

​"Why are you so worried about them?" I growled, my wolf stirring at her concern for the women who took her place. "We don’t want them. We never did."

​"The prophecy, Leo!" she cried, her voice rising to a frantic pitch. "The elders said if I come back and your brothers aren’t in love with their new mates—if they haven’t started families—it will be a disaster. You’ll fight over me. You’ll destroy the pack!"

​"If that prophecy says I’ll kill my own blood over you, then that prophecy is trash," I snapped, pulling her flush against my chest. "Yes, we’ll fight. We’ve been fighting since we were in the womb. But I would never kill Leonard or Liam. I’ll make sure everything is okay."

​"How?" she pushed, her hands trembling against my chest. "How can you be sure?"

​Truthfully, I didn’t know. The more she talked, the more she spiraled, her words becoming a blurred mess of fear and "what-ifs." I couldn’t listen to it anymore. I couldn’t let her mind be a thousand miles away when she was right here in my arms.

​I leaned down and silenced her with a kiss.

​The moan that broke from her throat was pure, raw surrender. Her fingers dove into my hair, pulling me closer as the panic melted into heat. Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to erase every doubt and every other man from her mind. I kissed her deeply, my tongue claiming hers, as I slid my hand down and gripped the curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her sweatpants.

​She whimpered, her body arching into mine. I didn’t stop. I slid my hand inside the waistband of her pants, my palm hot against her skin. I moved lower, my fingers brushing against the silk of her panties before finding the slick, aching heat of her core.

​She was already soaking wet.

​"Leo..." she gasped, pulling her lips from mine just long enough to breathe. Her head fell back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. "This is wrong... behind your brothers’ backs... it’s wrong..."

​"It’s not wrong," I rasped against her skin, my fingers finding her clit and giving it a slow, deliberate circle. "You’re mine, Scarlett. You’ve always been mine."

​I captured her lips with another kiss, harder this time, more demanding. I pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her open as she let out a shattered moan that vibrated against my tongue. The sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to my cock, making it throb painfully against my jeans.

​I moved my thumb in a rhythmic grind against her swollen nub, and she came undone. Her legs turned to water, and I had to pin her against the door to keep her upright. The scent of her arousal—the real scent, the one that smelled like home and honey—began to bleed through the fake floral chemicals, filling my senses until I was drunk on it.

​"Tell me you want this," I growled into her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe. "Tell me you want me more than you fear the prophecy."

​"I want you," she sobbed, her hips bucking against my hand in a desperate search for friction. "God, Leo... I want you."

​I didn’t wait for her to change her mind. I reached down, grabbing the hem of her hoodie and pulling it over her head in one fast motion, tossing it blindly onto the floor. My eyes devoured her—the curve of her waist, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her skin flushed a deep, beautiful pink under my gaze. I moved to her sweatpants, yanking them down her legs along with her panties, leaving her completely nude before me.

​"To the bed, love," I rasped, my voice thick with hunger.

​She moved back, her eyes never leaving mine, and collapsed onto the mattress. She didn’t hide herself. She spread her legs wide, inviting me into her world, her heat glistening and swollen, dripping with the evidence of how much she wanted me. I stood at the edge of the bed for a heartbeat, my hands shaking as I stripped out of my own clothes. I kicked my jeans aside, my cock springing free, heavy and throbbing with a dark, relentless pulse.

​I moved between her thighs, the heat radiating off her body hitting me. I didn’t enter her yet. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to drown in her. I lowered my head, my tongue flicking out to taste the moisture at the very entrance of her heat before I buried my face against her.

​I tasted her with a raw, starving intensity. I used my tongue to swirl around her clit, then drew the sensitive bud into my mouth, sucking hard until she let out a high-pitched, shattered scream.

​"Leo! Oh god, Leo!"

​She was shivering, her thighs trembling against my ears as I drank her in. I used my fingers to stretch her open, my tongue working at a rhythmic, relentless pace that had her back arching off the bed. I didn’t stop until she was a sobbing, shaking mess beneath me, her internal muscles pulsing in the first waves of a climax.

​I climbed up her body, hovering over her, my face inches from hers. She tasted herself on my lips as I kissed her—a deep, messy, soul-consuming kiss.

​"I love you so much, Scar," I whispered against her mouth.

​She froze for a split second, her eyes widening, stunned by the words she hadn’t gotten used to yet. I didn’t give her time to overthink it. I took her mouth again, swallowing her gasp, as I used my fingers to work her hard and fast, prepping her for what was coming. She moaned into my throat, her hands clawing at my back, her nails digging into my skin as she begged for more.

​I reached down, my hand wrapping around my cock. I was so hard it felt like I was made of stone. I guided the head to her soaking entrance, the tip stretching her open as I slowly began to push.

​"Look at me," I commanded, my voice a guttural growl.

​She opened her eyes, glazed with pure lust and love, as I slammed home. I buried myself deep inside her in one heavy, deliberate thrust, bottoming out against her. Her body clamped down on me—warm and incredibly tight, trying to draw the life out of me. We both let out a hard, breathless sound at the sensation—the feeling of finally being home.

​"You’re mine," I groaned, beginning to move, my hips driving into her with a slow, agonizing friction. "Only mine."