Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(58)

“Fuck, little lamb,” he groaned when he came, spilling inside me with hot pulses of cum.

I pressed my cheek to the glass, not even caring about the people on the other side. All I cared about was Prescott and me locked together after our mutual releases.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my neck.

“Love you too.”

He pulled me away from the glass and walked us back to the sofa, settling me down in his lap. He hugged me close, pressing kisses to my face.

“Do you understand now?” he asked after a minute when we’d caught our breath.

“Yeah, I do… that was quite something.”

“I can’t say it’s as good as when I watch you, but it was pretty fucking amazing.”

I grinned.

“Nothing beats me?”

“No one in this world is more beautiful and as responsive as you, sweetness. You’re everything.”

I turned to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“My sweet king.”

“I’m not sweet.”

“You are to me.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but I knew he was secretly pleased by my praise. My king liked to be admired, even if he refused to admit it.

When we’d both recovered, we cleaned up and got our clothes in order. We drank the bottles of water Prescott had got out of the fridge, then made our way out of the room. The three people had left after they’d finished, presumably to clean themselves up, and the other room was dark.

Prescott led me back into the club. Neither of us felt inclined to linger to watch the show going on. There were a couple of women on the poles, but I was more interested in staring up at my man who’d just entirely rocked my world by bringing me here and giving me an experience to remember.

We collected our coats from the reception area and pulled them on before stepping outside into what could only be described as a downpour. Prescott tried to hurry me along to the car, but I looked up at the sky as the rain pounded down on my face.

“Sweetness, come on, it’s pissing it down.”

I turned my head and smiled at him but didn’t say a word.

“We’re going to get soaked if you don’t come along.”

I allowed myself to be pulled towards the car park, but not before the idea of what I wanted Prescott to do to me in the rain consumed me. We ran through in the rain, me laughing as Prescott cursed. When we got under the cover of the car park, he shook his head, his hair all wet. I tugged at his hand to get his attention.

“I want you to chase me.”

His mouth twitched, his blue eyes darkening at the prospect before he frowned.

“Right now?”

I pressed myself closer.

“Yes, right now.”

Perhaps it was the freedom I’d felt in the moments we’d shared together in the club, watching other people fuck. Or perhaps I was just high off the whole experience. Either way, I needed this. I was desperate to have him chase me down, press me into the mud, and fuck me. I wanted him to be my wolf. The one who would catch his lamb in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.

“Drake is going to kill me.”

I went up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“So what? You won’t let anything happen to me.”

Prescott wrapped his arms around me.

“No, I won’t. You’re safe with me.”

“Then please take me somewhere you can chase me.”

He sighed and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I can’t deny you when you ask me for something.”

“You know you want to.”

He let me go and took my hand, pulling me over to the car.

“I will never turn down chasing you, sweetness. Never.”

Those blue eyes glinted as he opened the car door for me.

“Now get in. I have just the place in mind.”

I jumped in the car, vibrating with excitement and adrenaline. Tonight, pretty much all my fantasies with Prescott were coming true. I was one lucky girl to have this man who owned my heart and my soul. The one who was so willing to do anything to make me happy.

My Pestilence, you’re king in my heart.





Twenty Six


Prescott





Scarlett was going to get me into so much shit with Drake, but I no longer cared. No fucking way I was going to let that fuck, Stuart Carver, ruin our lives. We deserved to live the way we wanted, regardless of what he was up to. Besides, we were going to destroy him. Murder the man in cold blood, so we would be safe. I wanted him dead for everything he’d done to Scarlett. The way he’d fucking abused her sickened me to my core. I couldn’t wait until he got what was coming to him. Until we gutted him and anyone else who’d aided him when it came to abusing my woman.

I found on-street parking as the park was closed to cars at night and pulled up. We both slid our coats off as there was no point wearing them when we were about to get very dirty together. Scarlett got out with me, looking like the cat who got the cream. I took her hand, and we walked towards the park together in the downpour.

By the time we reached the woods I was aiming for in Richmond Park, both of us were soaking wet. I’d kept an eye out the whole way in case anyone was following us, but there was nothing suspicious I could see. Didn’t hurt to be careful, especially when Stuart had sent three men after her when Drake had taken her to visit Lylah’s grave.