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.
We’d meticulously planned the visit to Desecration. I’d taken one of our lesser-used cars that weren’t in any of our names. This impromptu chase was unplanned, but I was incapable of denying Scarlett the things she wanted, not when I wanted them too.
I turned to her as we stood together just under the cover of the trees and cupped her face with one hand.
“Stay in the woods, okay? We don’t want to get caught here.”
“I will. I promise.”
I stroked her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Run.”
My hand dropped. She gave me a smile, then she turned and ran into the trees. They were closer together than the woods we’d run through before. I gave her a minute before I gave chase. Given the danger of us being out here, I wasn’t going to draw it out. I was going to catch my lamb, shove her down in the mud, and give it to her without restraint. It had been raining hard for quite some time, so the ground was soggy, even in the densely packed trees.
I could see her up ahead, scrambling through the trees and trying not to trip over the undergrowth. It made me smile. Scarlett didn’t like to make things easy on herself.
There was no calling out to each other this time. We didn’t require taunts. She needed to run. I needed to chase. The rain was heavy. The trees creaked with the wind and I could hear thunder rolling in the distance. It made it a little eerie. The atmosphere was dense and unyielding, making me really feel like a wolf hunting down his prey. And what delightful prey she was. Her wet dress clung to her body. It was lucky it wasn’t long or it would be harder for her to run.