Phoenix’ POV The look on her face is beyond priceless.“All of you. How the fuck did that happen? Am I in some kind of twilight zone?” she doesn’t even try to hide her shock but does slap her hand over her mouth, probably because Gwynn was very strict about the kind of language young ladies should and should not use. “Mind your language, Rose. You are far too beautiful for such vulgar language to be coming out of your mouth.” I scold her, meaning every word but delivering it as a compliment. I’m not about to make her feel like shit in front of my brothers.“Sorry. I’m just, surprised. How ...” she stalls. I never thought this conversation would happen, so I get why she is lost for words. “We just never found the kind of woman who could handle us.” Ryder smirks, but deep down we all have the same reason. The same loneliness. We all feel it but we don’t often talk about it. What’s the point?“We travelled too much until recently.” Jackson offers up another of the bullshit excuses we
Rose’s POV Thirty minutes ago I was naked in his arms, sleeping like a baby, feeling safe and happy and like all of my dreams had come true. Now it’s like the world has been flipped upside down and a dream has become a waking nightmare. I can feel the tension rolling off him in thick, heavy waves and he is holding me so tight I think I’m going to have ten little bruises from his fingers. The sombre expressions on his brothers faces only makes my stomach drop further and why can’t I stop shaking? Whatever they have to say can’t be good.“From yourself?” Why would I need to be protected from him? Phoenix would never hurt me. He would chew off his own arm before hurting me. That’s about the only thing I’m certain of right now.“When we were little, before we were even a year old, Jackson, Ranger, Ryder and I were taken from our parents.” “Stolen.” Jackson interjects. Phoenix nods, sighs, then takes a deep breath before continuing.“We were raised by a secret government agency in a com
Phoenix’ POVShe goes limp in my arms before Jackson even pulls the needle from her perfect, smooth skin. “That could have gone worse.” Ryder opens his book, flings his legs over the arm of his soft leather recliner and continues reading, as if sedating my woman is all in a day’s work. Then again I suppose they are all used to pouncing on me and knocking me the fuck out.“Could have gone better too.” Ranger stands and walks over to the bar on the back wall. He doesn’t ask who wants a drink, just pours five large whiskeys and hands them around silently. The room is heavy with tension. We knew that one day she might find out about us, but it never felt like that day would actually come.None of my brothers look directly at Rose as she lay limply on my lap. Her head rests peacefully on my chest, her legs are tucked up under the blanket, and the only thing keeping me where I am is pure desperation. I need answers.“Did you find anything that could be useful?” I can’t believe I’m even ask
Phoenix’ POV ‘For future reference, anything pertaining to Rose is both of our business. When she gets used to the idea of what we are, I’ll make sure you have more opportunity to bond with her. But I want to know everything I need to know about the mate bond, marking, knotting, everything.’ Bargaining isn’t something I’ve tried with him before. I’ve never really had a reason to. He is just as stubborn as I am, so I don’t doubt it would have been fruitless anyway. Now though, we have something to unite for. He huffs. Not telling me so with words but I feel his reluctant agreement.“My wolf is going to tell me what I need to know. He isn’t happy about it, but we both only have Roses interest at heart.” I stroke my hand over her hair, letting the soft strands weave between my fingers. “And you will tell us, right?” Ranger asks with a bit of uncertainty. Like he wants to know anything he can, we all do, but also cringing at the subject matter.‘Werewolf sex Ed 101.’ My wolf, who has b
Rose’s POV My head is pounding, my throat dry and my arms so heavy I can't move the properly. Slowly I open my eyes, blinking against the harsh light. Where am I? The familiar scent of Phoenix makes my head swim. Flashes of gold speckled eyes fill my mind. The memory of feeling sheer terror engulfs me.Phoenix is a werewolf. All five of them are. That's what they were trying to tell me. “Don’t try moving baby girl, some of the sedative is still in your system so you might feel a bit foggy and weak for a few hours. Here have a few sips of this.” Phoenix’ smooth voice calms me a little and he wraps an arm behind my shoulders, lifting me as a cold metal straw brushes my bottom lip. My whole body trembles. The comfort of his touch wars with the insane revelations of what he is. I thought it was a joke at first. Them taking the piss because of my books. Even though all sense and reason tells me it can’t be true, I know in my heart, it is. It's all true, all of it. Granny Gwynn used t
Phoenix’ POV If she doesn’t stop riding my ridge like this, I’m going to bust all over myself like a damn teenager.Does she still not understand how badly I want her? To feel her tight heat wrapped around me?With everything I’ve learned today, I know now that I need to take my time with her even more than I already intended to. She doesn’t know what she is asking for.‘Or does she. She seems to have found our marking spot well enough.’ My wolf actually chuckles. A shiver runs down my spine as she licks over it again and my cock swells with carnal need. “What did you mean about what your granny told you?” I had meant to ask when she mentioned it, before she distracted me.“She told me stories about werewolves and witches and magic. I thought she made it all up. Then she gave me those books and I thought she got some of her stories from them, like inspiration. But her stories were better, more real, if that makes sense.” She stops nipping at my neck and drops a bombshell.“More real
Rose’s POV What do I remember? Everything. The chapters where Alpha Reid claimed Luna Lillie are the hottest, most explicit words I’ve ever read. The thought of Phoenix claiming me like that are what helped me discover my own sexual urges. I have touched myself to that thought more often than I’ve had hot dinners.“I know those five chapters word for word. I have reread them so often thinking of...” I stop, not wanting to sound like an obsessed crazy person. I can’t tell him I have come on my fingers thinking about his cock swelling inside me.“I need to hear the words, Rose. I need to know you understand, and tell me what you want.” His gravelly voice strains as he whispers in my ear. This side of him is so much more than my imagination could conjure. More of my juices flow out of me and on to him. The damp patch has spread so far I can feel it warming my behind and spreading beyond where my butt is sitting on his thick thighs.“I want you to claim me. To feel your...” I swallow, re
Phoenix’ POVShe looks terrified, and my twisted mind finds it adorable. I doubt she knows she’s even doing it, but she is rubbing her legs together like a little grass hopper. I can see her juices glistening on her thighs. Her palms are flat against the wall behind her and she glances at the door, but she makes no attempt to run.She is terrified, because she wants this. She wants me. Despite knowing what I am, she still wants me.“This is your last chance to run baby girl, because if you don’t, if you choose to stay, there is no taking this back. It’s forever.” I say the words, but even if she chose to run, I would chase her down. Fuck, I think my wolf would get off on the chase.“I’m already yours Phoenix.” She pants as I step closer, nudging my knee between her legs, parting them until her hot, wet cunt is soaking my thigh. Her hard, puckered nipples graze my chest as I lean in to take her hands in mine.The silence is only broken by our panting breaths as I lift her arms above he
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