Phoenix’ POVMy brothers and I mind link about a plan to take Rose to get the rest of her stuff, as we pick over the last bits of dinner. I don’t want to bring up Antonellia in front of her and unless she mentions him. She won’t have any idea what happens to him when we get our hands on him. Actually, even if she asks, I won’t tell her anything other than he has been dealt with. I can’t wait for that day.‘Let’s get on with it then.’ My wolf is impatient to get down to business.“Let’s go and get comfy. My wolf wants to talk.” I lift Rose off her stool and she wraps her arms around my neck as I and carry her over to the sofa, my brothers all fallow behind us, keen to get some answers.I fuss for a minute, plumping Rose’s pillow, making sure she is tucked in with a blanket and her drink is easily within reach. When I notice my brothers all giving me shit eating grins and shaking their heads, I realise just how much has changed in the last couple of days.I am so far gone for this woman
Rose’s POV“How does he know? Is he sure? Why wouldn’t she tell me? No. I would know if granny was a witch. I lived with her, I would have seen…. Signs.” I can’t process this. It was obviously Wolfie who dropped the bombshell. Phoenix’ eyes are almost fully molten gold, and I’ve been able to feel his presence ever since Phoenix pulled me into his lap.I did see signs though, didn’t I? I saw candles flicker to life on the other side of the room. I saw her chanting and singing as she made her tea blends and ground herbs and spices to make healing balms and elixirs. She told me she was just cooking and making old wives remedies for her friends, and that I was imaging the candles. But the night I really started to think she might be a real live witch was the night I heard my mother’s voice.I was in bed, and it was late. I should have been asleep hours ago, but I just couldn’t settle. Then I heard it. Mums laugh, loud and clear as day. I sneaked out of my room and onto the landing and pe
Phoenix’ POVRose jumps off my lap and runs to the kitchen sink with her hand over her mouth. Shit. I catch up in a few strides and gather her hair at the nape of her neck as she retches into the basin. I probably shouldn’t have mentioned her parents as casually as I did. We have had our suspicions for years, this is all new information to her.We know Gwynn suspected foul play, but I’m not surprised she kept her thoughts to herself even as Rose got older. I did think she might have said something to her after she turned sixteen, or maybe even on her death bed. She spent so long trying to get justice for her daughter, I thought she might have passed the torch so to speak.When the retching stops, I pass Rose a clean towel, then run another under cold water, wring it out and lie it on the back of her neck.“I’m sorry baby. I thought your Granny might have mentioned something before she passed away.” I rub her back in small circles as she takes sips from a glass of cold water.“She did.
Rose’s POVThe trip to go and get the rest of my stuff turned into a family affair. Phoenix led me up to the ground floor garage and the guys were all piling into a stunning dark green, seven-seater SUV. In the few seconds it took for Phoenix hustle me into the front passenger seat and clip me in with the seat belt, I got a look at about six other vehicles and several massive, padlocked chests. There is definitely a lot more to these guys than meets the eye. I kind of want to ask Phoenix what exactly they do. But I’m not sure I want to know the answer, so I keep my mouth shut. This car is unlike anything I could have imagined and stands out from the others. Almost the entire roof is a tinted window, and all the other windows are tinted too. There are warm white lights glowing around the foot wells and in the doors. A tablet stands out on an adjustable arm in front of me and there are several images on screen showing the shed which leads to the bunker, a pair of gates, and cameras a
Phoenix’ POV Those motherfuckers have a death wish.They must think we are still home, as it would be much easier for them to pick us off here than at our bunker. At least that means we should be in the clear for now, unless they have rigged up some kind of surveillance since the twins were here earlier.“What? Are they going to be able to get in?” panic seeps into Rose’s voice as she watches the screen. “No baby. They could blow a crater in the ground and still not breach the bunker. But we won’t be going back there for a little while. It appears that bastard knows more than we gave him credit for.” I mind link the guys to let them know what’s happening and all four of them come to the car to escort Rose inside, surrounding her for all twenty feet to the front door. Antonellia will not even lay his eyes on her again if I have anything to say about it.“Grab everything, we won’t be back anytime soon and I can’t guarantee they won’t blitz the place when shit doesn’t go their way.”
Rose’s POV I wake up to the squeal of tyres screeching and my whole body being thrown up against the car door. My head hits the window with an almighty smack, and bounces back, snapping forwards as everything suddenly stops moving.Loud bangs go off so close by they make my ears ring and the metallic tang of blood lingers in the air around me. “Rose. ROSE... open your eyes baby, come on... that’s it. You’re okay love. Can you feel this?” Phoenix pinches my finger.“Yeah, owwww, what the hell was that for?” I grumble. My head feels like it might split in two and the whole right side of my body feels heavy and bruised.“Can you wiggle your toes?” he doesn’t answer my question, just keeps firing questions at me.I wriggle my toes and realise I’m not wearing my shoes. “Yeah. What happened?” I reach up to touch where my head hurts, but Phoenix takes hold of my wrist and folds my arm over my chest.“We had a run in with Antonellia’s goons. The car is a bit dinged up, but none of them wal
Phoenix’ POV Rose manages to eat most of her burger and fries and polishes off her milkshake before she dozes off again. For humans, sleeping after a head injury isn’t the best idea, but not for the first time in the last few days, I agree with my beast, she must have a wolf locked away somewhere inside her. The more she sleeps, the more she heals, like her unconscious mind allows her wolf some freedom to do its thing.The rest of us demolish two burgers each, fries and shakes and my body makes the most of the much needed fuel. The wound in my arm is almost healed and going through that annoying itchy stage, and Ryders leg is getting there too. That fucker sent three cars full of his men after us. Fifteen of them, all armed to the teeth, and they didn’t go down without a fight. For a hot second I wasn’t sure if we would all make it out of there. Thankfully the crash knocked Rose out. Fucked up as it sounds, I didn’t want the first time she met my beast to be after watching him tear
Rose’s POV The boat is bigger than I thought, and I have to breathe through my mouth or risk gagging on the smell of fish. Breathing through my mouth isn’t fool proof though, I can taste the fishiness, and between that and the rocking motion, I bet I look green around the gills.“There it is.” Braydon points to a dark shape in the fog with a beaming grin.I turn my head away from Phoenix’ chest, where I’ve been hiding, and watch as the vague shape morphs into a chunk of land rising up out of the water. I had been picturing a sandy beach, maybe some palm trees, like you see on T.V. Nooooo.... this is definitely not that. What I’m looking at is about as far from the picturesque image in my head as you could possibly get. The island we are heading right for looks like something out of one of those creepy movies, where a bunch of idiot teenagers with no sense of self preservation go for a laugh in it turns into a nightmare.Okay so I might be a bit melodramatic. It is getting dark, and
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.
Phoenix’ POVI can’t get deep enough like this. I can’t... I need... fuck. I’ll never be able to get enough of her. No matter how much she gives me, I always need more. “Hold on baby.” I give her all of about two seconds warning before I roll her onto her back, and I follow, my cock still inside her, my body leaning over hers, my arms either side of her head, her legs wrapped around my waist.This is better, but still not enough. I need more. More connection, more.... I don’t fucking know.The scent of her arousal drives my wolf crazy, but he stays in the background, knowing how much I need this time with her. After everything has just told me, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep her close enough or let her out of my sight.“I need to taste you, beautiful.” I pull out as quickly as I slid in, and kneel between her legs, looking down at her luscious body. She still blushes when I tell her what I want, or how pretty she is. She definitely loves it when I praise her, and there is so
Rose’s POVOf all the things I could be feeling right now, numb didn’t even make top ten on the list. I have a wolf, my wolf. I am a werewolf and have been all my life. ‘Gwynn hid me for your own safety Rose. She did the same for your father, and your grand father before him. She is the one who hid most of Sacred Moon pack, and is the only reason the Alpha and Beta bloodlines have been preserved for so long.’ The voice inside my head is loud and clear, nothing like the echo it was.‘Are you my wolf or am I going crazy?’ it’s a serious question even though I laugh as I ask it.‘Yes Rose, I am your wolf. My name is Willow. I have been waiting ever such a long time to meet you. I wish I could have been there for you when Gwynn returned to her goddess, and when that monster had you. I would have given anything to be the one to tell you it’s all real, but I could only watch until you were safe.’ Willow’s voice is calm and soothing. She is far more understanding than I would be if I had b
Phoenix’ POVFinally, my beast is ready to spill. We have waited, for what feels like forever, for one of our wolves to talk. Not a single man in this room ever expected it would be my beast to break their vow of not sharing. Out of the five, he is the one who has been most tight lipped. Until Rose came along, that is.Once my wolf started, they all joined in, and the mind link became absolute bedlam in a matter of minutes. For once, I was the calm one. I actually zoned out and just watched Rose, it was the strangest sensation, like she eclipsed all the drama happening over the mind link. She looked beautiful in the firelight, her delicate fingers turning the tattered yellow pages of Gwynn’s book, her bare legs bent at the knee, her feet waving in the air. I could see some of the pictures from my perch on the edge of the sofa and was thinking about moving onto the pile of cushions with her when my wolf grabbed my attention.‘Antonellia and his men were the first. Some of them were ro
Rose’s POVPhoenix was right, that nap was very needed, and I wake up refreshed but ravenous. Dinner was delicious, I never realised these guys were such amazing cooks, but I suppose they had to learn, especially with the way the twins seem to plough through food. Heaven knows where they put it all, there isn’t a spare inch of fat between them, just muscles on muscles.Jackson seems to be in charge in the kitchen, and when Phoenix and I walked into the circular living space, he was pulling two giant lasagnes out of the beautiful black range. This kitchen, actually the entire space, is definitely not what I expected. The dark academia, gothic look, makes the place feel old and maybe a little creepy, but also cosy. The candles, floor to ceiling bookcases and abundance of blankets and cushions on the sofas look so inviting and I can’t wait to curl up in front of the open fire with a book. Hopefully there will be something I like amongst the hundreds of titles that line the walls. It ma
Phoenix’ POVRose only sleeps for about an hour, and as I lay with her warm body draped over mine, I let my mind wander into unsafe territory for a few minutes, before reining it in and mind linking my brothers.‘You all about done with the unpacking?’ I wind them up a little, my mood being lighter than it has in literally years.‘You should get laid more often.’ Jackson laughs. ‘Do you plan on gracing us with your presence this evening or will it be room service again?’ Braydon chimes in with his two pennies worth.‘We will be down for dinner. Rose is resting. Listen… I’m sorry I’ve been preoccupied and kind of a nightmare to deal with.’ It’s easier to get my guilt off my chest and out in the open when we aren’t face to face. They are my brothers, and I know they forgive me, just as I would forgive them being complete arseholes about their mates, but still, I feel like I owe them the apology. I’m usually the no nonsense, get it done, shoot first, ask questions later, member of our
Roses POVNeither of us have said those three words. Somehow, they just don’t seem like enough, like saying them wouldn’t measure up to what I actually feel for this man. My man. My mate.Is there a word for what I feel? I can’t think of one, but I am riding an orgasm high and barrelling towards the edge again, so…“You feel so good… oh fuck baby… I’m not going to last…” Phoenix grunts in my ear as he grinds into me in slow, deliberate strokes. His wide hips hold my legs open as he rocks deeper, stretching me to my limits, the head of his cock rubs over my g-spot then hits my cervix, making the dull throb deep inside me, grow and pulse. His steady rhythm falters. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and his hand at the back of my head moves me to the same place on him, the spot where I marked him. The need to taste him there is sudden and strong, and without thinking I suck and lick the little raised scars where my teeth pierced his skin, and he does the same to me. Our actions