Rose’s POV “I’m so sorry. I’ll try to make it up to you every day for the rest of our lives. I should have been there to shoulder the burden and give you the love and support you needed. I can’t change the past, baby, but I can promise that you will never be alone again.” Phoenix takes my shoulders in his hands gently, making me shudder with the contact.Every time I’m near him, or he touches me, it’s like something in my brain short circuits, and all I can think about is wanting more of him, to feel him closer. It’s not fair, I’m angry, and I think I have every right to be, but he disarms me so easily.I believe he is sorry. I’m curious about how he plans on making it up to me. My cheeks heat and my pussy hums with the dirty thoughts that come to mind. I wiggle on the stool a little, my tender areas throbbing in both discomfort and arousal.Phoenix takes a deep breath through his nose, looks down at where my thighs meet, and runs his fingers through his hair, pulling at it and sc
Phoenix’ POV I can smell her on my lips, taste her on my tongue, and feel another little piece of her wrapped around my heart. “Fuck. Fuuuck.” I barely make it to the elevator before I turn back and stomp over to where I left her dumbfounded on the stool. One or both of us is bound to get burned, but I literally just promised I wouldn’t leave her ever again, then what did I do? Fucking leave. No wonder she was so mad at me. I made a lot of promises to her when she was younger, then when fate caught up with me, I ran. “Phoenix, what are you doing?” she shouts and squeals in shock as I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder in one smooth motion. She doesn’t sound as mad as I thought. Maybe she can feel our bond too. Does it work like that for humans? I have no idea. The only other werewolves I have met are my brothers, though they aren’t mine by blood they are closer than family. We are our own pack. The only Alpha pack to exist in the world.“I’m taking you back to my room.” I
Rose’s POV I don’t know when or how it happened, but somehow, I have ended up in Phoenix’ lap.His fingers trail lazily up and down my back as he strokes absentmindedly. It’s been less than a day since he brought me back here, and my head is a mess. I wish I could talk to Granny Gwynn about everything. Not last night, I’m putting that in a locked box in the back of my mind forever. I want to talk to her about how I’m questioning everything I’m feeling, everything I think I’m sensing from him. I thought I had chosen a movie, but it turns out this is a series, which I think I like more because there is so much more to watch. I like that the girl in it isn’t one of those whiney female leads. They really rub me up the wrong way, especially in my books.I sometimes wonder how I would react if I was my favourite character, I hope I wouldn’t embarrass myself, but deep down, I think I’d probably moan a little before getting over myself. “I’m surprised you like this kind of stuff.” I
Phoenix’ POV I smile against her mouth. She is shocked. Bless her. I’m shocked myself, I vowed I wouldn’t do this but my wolf coming forward enough to tell her she’s mine, and she didn’t seem to hate the idea, well I got a bit carried away.After a few moments, I feel her physically relax in my arms, and her lips go soft under mine. She feels better than I ever imagined, and I imagined this a lot. She is hesitant, but that’s to be expected. I know this is her first kiss, but I doubt she has even the slightest inkling that this is mine.My tongue darts along her bottom lip, tasting her, teasing her mouth open. My cock jumps at her little moan. When my tongue finds hers, I move my hand to cradle her head in case she gets any crazy ideas about pulling away from me. She doesn’t even try. Instead, her hand comes up to rest on my cheek and she slowly grinds her hot, wet pussy into my leg.‘Breathe through your nose, dipshit.’ My wolf laughs as I think to myself that I’m going to have t
Rose’s POV He called my pussy pretty. I never thought of it as something that could be pretty, but those words coming from him do things to me that I can’t explain. “I need to taste you.” His voice is raspy and he lifts me off his lap, placing me carefully in the seat next to him. The way he handles me, so gently, makes me smile. He is so big, so strong, and it seems like a complete contrast to his nature.It feels like it takes forever for him to put the footrest down and kneel in front of me. I was so close to coming on his lap, and honestly, I’m a little pissed he stopped.“Put your legs up here.” He instructs as he lifts my feet to rest on the backs of the seat in front of me. I’m spread wide, completely open, and on full display. You would think I would be at least a little bit shy, but the ball of tension low in my belly overrides that. I need a release, and I need it now.I feel his beard graze my thighs, then his fingers spreading my pussy, and finally his tongue is on m
Phoenix’ POV Her face is buried in the crook of my neck, just as mine is hers. Her scent is intoxicating. The urge to claim her properly, mark her, fuck her, come so deep inside her she will never question that she is mine, is so fucking strong.I nip her at shoulder, trying to temporarily sate the need to mark her. My mouth literally waters at the thought. Her nails dig into my scalp and my shoulder where she is holding onto me tightly as she rides out her orgasm on my hand. I wanted to watch, to see her face as I start laying my claim, but holding her like this, when she is vulnerable, it’s more than anything I’ve ever felt.Hearing her cry my name spells the end for me. My balls draw up, my cock swells, and my last ounce of self control evaporates. “Mine.” I growl into her neck as my canines graze her skin. I come so fucking hard I take total leave of my senses and almost mark her. The taste of her blood on my tongue snaps me out of it, and I flick it over the small puncture
Rose’s POV Phoenix is a virgin! At first I was sure he was joking, but the serious look on his face, and the tone of his voice when he told me he would never lie to me, made me realise that I might have struck a chord with my disbelief. You just don’t ever hear of forty-three year old virgins. Especially not ones who look like him. Oh shit, he’s forty-three. He’s older than my dad would have been. He doesn’t seem bothered by the age difference. I guess I’m not either, he is my Phoenix, I’ve known him half my life. Deep down I don’t think it would matter to me if he was twenty-three or sixty-three, but won’t his brothers give him a hard time, or anyone really.“What’s on your mind, baby? I can practically see the cogs turning.” His finger runs down between my breasts, leaving a smouldering trail in its wake. His touch is so distracting and I wait to see where he is headed. When he stops, dipping his finger in my navel, I get my thoughts together.“I was just thinking about what the
Phoenix’ POV So, that happened.It came spilling out and I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t tell her everything. Actually I told her pretty much nothing, apart from why I left her. I’m not ready for the wolf talk just yet. Perhaps if I was a run of the mill, garden variety werewolf, the conversation would be easier.I’m not in the right place, mentally, where I can talk about the facility. Even my brothers and I let that shit stay buried. How would I even begin explaining it to her? I need answers, sooner rather than later. I need to know what they did to me and my wolf, if it’s even safe for me to have Rose.‘She is ours.’ My wolf warns. ‘I won’t hurt our little flower. I need her just as much as you, more maybe.’ For the first time ever, I sense a softness in him.Rose has cried herself to sleep on my lap and I’m so relieved the crying has stopped I daren’t move and risk waking her.‘How can I trust you with her after what you did?’ I told myself I wasn’t going to bring it up, but I can’
Rose’s POV Human, witch, werewolf. That’s three races, assuming that’s what the poem, prophecy, is referring to.Demons. There is no such thing, surely the writer was referring to some kind of evil, not actual demons. Wolfmen, that one is obvious, but creatures of night? It makes no sense. None of this makes sense. I can’t be the woman this prophecy is talking about. I have spent my entire life in ignorance of magic and this whole other world. Who would fight over me?I know the answer. Phoenix told me in a roundabout way. The Agency. He seems to think they will come for him and the guys, and now me.Antonellia. He has already proven he would hurt me in order to get revenge on the men he hates.‘This mentions five races.’ Phoenix talks to his wolf so I can hear him too.‘That’s right.’ He answers, not elaborating.‘So what the fuck are they?’ he loses his grip on his restraint and roars inside my head. I have never heard him like this, and my frayed nerves snap. A whimper escapes me
Phoenix’ POV Rose is sitting beside me when I wake. She has taken custody of one of my shirts and has it pulled over her crossed legs and the giant leather book is open in her lap. She doesn’t notice me watching her, and for a few moments I just take her in. She wasn’t lying about the tea. Her pain isn’t crippling me anymore, thank everything holy.In one hand she fiddles with a lock of her hair, and she uses a finger of the other to follow the loopy script on the page she is reading. Her mouth moves as she reads silently, and her eyebrows are scrunched in concentration as she takes in the information.“Anything good in there?” I ask as I stretch my arm out to rub a hand down her back.“Yeah, some stuff. Willow and I thought maybe we might be able to help...” I distract her with a kiss on her shoulder as I look down at the page she is open at. Circle of Protection, is written in shiny gold calligraphy at the top of the paper.“I don’t want you putting yourself in danger baby girl.” T
Rose’s POVI was relieved when Phoenix took control. I definitely dived in head first with no idea how to swim. My fingers ache from holding onto his legs so tightly, and I’ve almost tapped out twice as his cock fill my throat, making me gag and my eyes water. When he fills my throat and I can’t breathe for a few seconds, there is a sliver of panic that wraps around me, then his groan turns that panic into need. I need to hear him come apart and know I’m the one making him lose himself. The rumbling growl of his beast only feeds that need and I find myself pushing past the discomfort to hear it again. “Good girl... Fuuuuck... your mouth... and throat... are heaven.” His voice is thick and raspy as he grinds out praise between each thrust. He has my hair gripped in one hand, pulling at the roots as he holds me still and fucks my mouth. His other hand cups my face, his thumb wiping away tears as they roll down my cheek. Hearing those words, ‘good girl’, makes my pussy clench and my
Phoenix POVMy beast skirts perilously close to the limit of how far forward he can come before causing me to shift. Every part of me is filled with him and one look at Rose tells me she know it too. Her eyes are glassy, but focused on my cock and unblinking. Her wolf is right here with us, looking out but not playing with fire like mine.‘You have me little one, now what will you do with me?’ my beast goads her into action. There is a bit of ‘deer in the headlights’ about her, but she tries to hide it.Not wanting her to move from where she is, I take a couple of steps towards her, and stop when we are toe to toe. Her thoughts about touching me and tasting me have me riding close to the edge. My beast has been using those same thoughts and mental images to push me into claiming her for the last two years.“Tell me what you want?” she looks up at me and her breath cools the trail of precum on my lower abs and engorged head of my cock, sending a tingling wave of pleasure to my balls.
Rose’s POVThe heat of the water helps, and by the time I have finished the tea Braydon brewed for me, I’m feeling much better. Phoenix is acting more reasonably too, and isn’t hovering like I’m about to take my dying breath. It’s sweet really, if you can overlook the sudden onset neurosis. He and his wolf have watched me like a hawk for the last twenty minutes or so, leaving only to clean up the mess I made of the floor and bed. Watching him makes me feel both guilty and giddy. His concern for me, and the lack of disgust I had expected for some unknown reason, pulls at something in my chest. Surely, he is an anomaly. All men aren’t like this, are they?I brace my hands on the sides of the tub and get ready to leave the soothing effect of the water, and Phoenix jumps off the closed toilet lid, which he has also cleaned, and is beside me in seconds, reaching into the bath to lift me out.“I told you, I’m feeling much better now. You don’t need to lift me and carry me everywhere.” I tel
Phoenix’ POVSo now it’s not only my wolf being a dick. Having access to Rose’s thoughts and feelings is as much a curse as it is a blessing.I realise this is going to sound mad, and believe me, I feel mad for even thinking it for a millisecond, but I had hoped my beast had been wrong about it being too soon. Don’t ask, I still don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. Pups, now, when we aren’t safe, far from it. That could be a nightmare. But I’m not feeling reasonable right now. I’m not capable of reason where Rose is involved.And what the hell is this? That much blood can’t be normal. And this bullshit lasts how long? Never, and I mean never, did I realise it was this bad. A bit of red on the tissue when they go to the loo, that’s what I imagined. Not enough to soak the front of my shirt in a matter of minutes.“It only looks like a lot, and I had been laying down.” She says out loud as if that is some kind of reasonable explanation. I forgot the link goes both ways now. This is
Rose’s POV I’m woken up by the sound of a loud, unfamiliar laugh and the smell of garlic wafting up from downstairs. My tummy gurgles at the thought of food, and I force myself to wake up, even though I could probably sleep for at least two days. 'It's normal to feel like that after your first shift, and our mate was insatiable last night. It's no wonder your body needs the rest.' Willow purrs, remembering the details in a series of very graphic images. Jesus, everything hurts. The backs of my thighs, and the fronts. When I stretch my legs, my calves protest, and when I close them, my pussy has it’s own pulse. Throwing back the covers, I welcome the cool air on my warm skin. I look down and am shocked to see deep red and purple bruises all over my ribs, spreading out over my breasts. What the hell has he done to me? I felt the nips and sucks, but my body was so wrung out I obviously didn’t register exactly what he was doing.As if waking up to a literal map of everywhere his mouth
Phoenix’ POV It’s almost dawn by the time I carry Rose up to our room. I’ll be surprised if she wakes before noon.“No. Tired.” She mumbles groggily and swats at my hand as I lay a warm wash cloth between her legs.“It’ll help with the swelling baby.” I tell her, but she has already dozed back off.I feel like a world class asshole. I don’t know what came over me, it was like I was possessed by a horny animal. My cock feels heavy, swollen and over used, so I can’t even begin to imagine how her pussy must be feeling, and my forearm is fucked with what I assume is an RSI from having my fingers thrusting inside her for what felt like hours.‘Ha.’ My beast barks. ‘We are a horny animal, but your efforts won’t take root yet. It’s too soon.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ this fucker is back to his talking in riddles bullshit. After everything he told me earlier, about Rose being the ultimate prize for the agency, my head is fucked. Her bloodlines being from the strongest wolf pack and old
Rose’s POVWillow watches through my eyes as I try not to show how pissed I am that I was a hairs breath away from coming when he suddenly stopped. Not only did he stop, he did what he always does, and got me to tell him in graphic detail what I want.I’m starting to think he gets off on control. No, that’s a lie. I know he gets off on control. He needs it. When he tells me how to lay, even in the most exposed and embarrassing positions, I don’t mind. When he whispers every detail of what he wants to do, my pussy loves that. When he makes me beg to be allowed to come, it’s so, so worth it. But saying those words myself, I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel like me.It feels naughty, dirty even, and the words are foreign on my tongue, but after I say them... he makes me forget about all the awkwardness. He has never made me ask for anything I don’t want. Maybe that’s what I find it so unnerving. He knows what I want better than I do. He can read me on a level I didn’t know was possible.