Scarlett’s POV
By the afternoon, I finally finished getting dressed. I chose a well-fitted erald dress that felt sophisticated but easy to move in. When I walked downstairs, Leonard was waiting for near the front entrance, looking sharp in a fresh black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
Without saying much, he led outside. We got into his luxury sports car, and he drove for about ten minutes in silence, leaving the pack house behind. He pulled up and parked in front of a stunning, modern building hidden deep within a private, gated area of the woods.
"Where is this?" I asked, looking up at the beautiful structure.
"My personal ho," Leonard replied smoothly, switching off the engine. "I stay here whenever I want to be away from the pack house and the rest of the world."
I nodded, stepping out of the car. He led inside the house, guiding up a grand flight of stairs and down a quiet hallway. He stopped in front of a heavy door, pushing it open.
When I walked into the room, my breath caught in my throat.
There were pictures of all over the walls—sketches, photographs, and portraits from before I vanished. I looked around the room in absolute shock.
Leonard walked up behind , his chest almost touching my back. "Whenever I miss you, I usually co here," he murmured, his deep voice thick with emotion. "This was the only place I could look at your face without the rest of the world watching grieve."
The depth of his loyalty struck hard. I looked back at him, my voice soft. "Leonard... I am so sorry for faking my death."
He looked at for a long mont, then nodded slowly. "It’s okay, Scar. I understand why you did it. You did it for us."
He glanced toward the large glass windows, noticing the bright sky outside. "The sun is up and it’s getting hot. Do you want to swim?"
"Yes," I said, glad to shift the heavy mood.
"Co on," he said, a small smirk playing on his lips.
We went downstairs to the massive, completely private indoor-outdoor swimming pool. Without a single trace of shyness, Leonard imdiately began to undress. He unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his trousers, and damn... he was unbelievably hot. His skin was a flawless bronze, his chest broad and packed with hard, heavy muscles. My inner wolf purred loudly at the sight of him.
He held my gaze completely as his hands slid down to drop his boxers. When the fabric fell, his semi-hardened cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and already pulsing with blood. My pussy clenched instantly at the sight of his size, but I forced myself to look away, my cheeks flaring red. This fated mate bond was absolutely not helping matters.
Leonard let out a low chuckle and slid into the warm water.
I took a deep breath, shed my erald dress, and undressed completely naked. The mont the fabric pooled at my feet, I felt his intense, dark eyes locking onto my bare flesh. Fuck, the way he watched made feel like he wanted to devour right then and there. His gaze dragged over my breasts, my waist, and down to my dripping core.
I quickly walked down the steps and got into the water to hide my blushing body. Hoping to break the heavy tension, I cupped my hands and threw a splash of water straight at his face.
Leonard blinked, wiping the droplets from his eyes, a deep, booming laugh escaping his throat. "Oh, you want to play?"
He threw a massive wave of water back at , making gasp and laugh loudly. For a few beautiful minutes, the lies and secrets disappeared. We splashed and played in the water like we used to, our laughter echoing off the high ceilings.
But the playful mood didn’t last long.
As I laughed, wiping water from my eyes, Leonard suddenly moved through the pool like a predator. Before I could swim away, his massive, slick arms wrapped tightly around my waist from behind, dragging my back flush against his hard, wet chest.
I swallowed hard, my breath hitching in my throat. The water around us was warm, but the heat radiating from his bare skin was blistering. He yanked my hips backward, and I felt it instantly—his thick, fully hardened cock pressing heavily against the crack of my ass.
"Playti’s fucking over, Scarlett," he snarled into my ear.
One big hand roughly pald my breast, squeezing hard, while his other slid down my stomach and cupped my soaked pussy. Two thick fingers dragged through my folds and shoved inside unexpectedly.
I cried out, my head falling back against his shoulder.
"So fucking wet already," he growled, pumping his fingers deeper, curling them against that spot that made my knees buckle. "This pussy missed . Been dripping for my cock since you ca back, hasn’t it?"
I couldn’t answer. I could only moan.
He turned around in his arms so I was facing him. The water bubbled between us as he gripped my thighs, lifting my legs effortlessly and wrapping them around his thick waist. My soaked, swollen pussy rubbed directly against the hot, veiny length of his cock.
"Your body is dripping for ," Leonard murmured, his dark eyes flashing gold as he looked down at our joined hips.
I couldn’t even answer. The friction of his thick, veined shaft rubbing against my soaking wet slit was driving insane. I gripped his wet shoulders, my fingers digging into his dense muscle as he adjusted his grip on my thighs.
Without another second of warning, Leonard threw his hips forward. He slamd his massive cock straight inside through the water in one heavy, brutal thrust.
"Fuck!" I scread out, the sound echoing off the high ceilings of the pool room.
The water made everything slicker, tighter, and unbelievably intense. He was buried so deep inside that I felt the thick base of his shaft bruising my sensitive skin. The sheer fullness of him stretched my walls completely, making my inner muscles clamp down around him.
Leonard let out a dark, guttural growl, his eyes darkening into pure blackness as my pussy milked his length. He didn’t wait for to adjust. He gripped my ass cheeks with his massive hands, anchoring in place, and began to fuck right there in the middle of the pool.
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