Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 128

Scarlett

Chapter 128

Scarlett’s POV

The car came to an abrupt stop, and Keith pulled away, stepping out quickly and rounding the vehicle to open my door. He lifted me out with ease, holding

me as if I weighed nothing, his arms steady and unyielding. I clung to him, my body pressed against his as he carried me into the mansion.

*All male workers–leave the premises immediately!” he called out, his voice echoing through the grand halls. The urgency in his tone left no room for

argument, and as we moved deeper into the house, I felt the space empty around us, leaving only the two of us alone in our need.

He laid me gently on the bed, and I couldn’t tear my dress off fast enough, the fabric tearing as I pulled at it, desperate to feel his skin against mine. The ache inside me was unbearable, like a burning hunger that wouldn’t be sated. Keith’s touch was the only thing that grounded me, the only thing that eased

the frantic beat of my heart.

He touched my forehead, his fingers gentle, his gaze full of concern even in the midst of the fire between us. “Scarlett, you’re in heat,” he murmured, his voice a blend of surprise and understanding. “Should I get you an ice–cold bath to help calm you down?”

I shook my head vehemently, the very idea seeming unbearable. “No,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a plea. “Stay with me, Keith… please.”

There was a flash of something deep in his eyes, a look of determination and promise. He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine, his hand trailing down my body, bringing the comfort and release I craved. Tonight, he was mine, and I was his–entirely, completely, with nothing held back.

The need inside me was overwhelming, primal, fierce–so much stronger than anything I’d ever felt. It wasn’t just desire; it was a hunger, an urgency that left no room for patience or restraint. I didn’t want to sit in a cold bath, didn’t want to cool down. I wanted him, needed him to be the answer to the fire raging within me.

“Scarlett,” he said, his voice low and steady, though his own control was slipping/“I need you to focus, or your mates will feel the pull. Your magic is too strong to hide.” His words barely registered, lost in the haze. All I could think about was him, his strength, his warmth. I needed him to be a part of me, to

quiet this storm.

A wild force was taking over me, like another side of myself, fierce and untamed, pushing me to the edge. I was still me, yet not me. This was something deeper, something instinctual.

“Scarlett!” he called, a flash of concern in his voice, but my response was automatic, almost instinctive. I reached for him, my voice deepening with a certainty I hadn’t felt before.

“It’s Midnight,” I whispered, and I kissed him, the words tasting like power and certainty as they left my lips.

He didn’t hesitate, his arm wrapping around me, pulling me into him. My legs wound around his waist, pressing him closer, my body wordlessly begging him to claim me, to satisfy the gnawing ache that was tearing me apart. He undressed swiftly, urgency mirrored in his every movement, and finally, he thrust into me, filling me in a way that quieted some of the need, at least for a moment.

The bond between us grew instantly, the cord connecting us intensifying with every deep stroke, a connection as undeniable as the heat between us. My bond with my old mates still lingered, but it was faint, a dim echo compared to the strength of what Keith and I were creating. His movements were fierce, steady, each thrust anchoring me as I clung to him, desperate for more.

His eyes shone a bright, vivid blue, glowing with an intensity that matched the wildness in my own. His teeth elongated, his claws digging into my hips, but the pain mingled with pleasure, feeding my own hunger, stirring something darker and deeper within me. I reveled in it, relished the rawness of his touch and the way he let his beast take over, meeting my need with a ferocity that matched my own.

In one swift motion, he lifted me from the bed and pressed me against the wall, a low, guttural grow! escaping him as he thrust into ine, harder, deeper. I

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respouled with a moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved.

“Midnight,” he whispered, his voice rough, primal, and I felt my wolf surge to the surface, fully awake and claiming him as her own.

My wolf was here, and she had chosen him. She recognised him as her mate, the one who would stand by her, fight for her, and accept her in all her untamed ferocity. This was more than a connection. It was a claim, a bond forged in the rawest, most vulnerable parts of ourselves.

And I knew, even as the heat began to settle, that I would never be the same. The wolf in me, the woman in me—both had found what they needed in him.

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Michele Gremillion

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wow that was intense, so she truly has a wolf who has claimed keith. how will her mate’s react, especially when they need keith as their ally, and he already stated he won’t share

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