He was biting me. He thought I tasted good.
Cannibal.
Raider.
Predator.
Some beast that had found a way to slide beneath my skin and lick fire along my spine.
“How doyoutaste?” My words felt punched out, like some demon had dragged them up my throat and fed them to the man in front of me. Phoenix’s eyes went wide, pupils blown in the darkness of the building.
“Why don’t you find out?”
He stepped back, dropping my wrists and tilting his head, and I realized he was giving me options.
His lips, slightly parted. When I looked at them, his tongue darted out, licking the little streak of crimson I could barely make out as my eyes adjusted to the low light.
Or… the rest of his body, leaned in toward me, broad and powerful beneath the cut-off hoodie he wore. Even in the low light, it was hard to miss that he was hard in his pants.
Hard from chasing me?
Hard from biting me?
Hard from catching me?
Fuck, I didn’t know. He was already leaning in though, like he knew my answer, and I watched his eyes widen in shock as I dropped to my knees.
I was fine with fucking, but he wasn’t getting a kiss. It was too intimate, too personal. It meant too much.
The last person I’d kissed was Bishop. I planned on keeping it that way.
At least I had the satisfaction of watching confusion chase across his features. He’d obviously expected me to pick the tamer of the two actions, but he didn’t understand that this meantlessto me than pressing my mouth to his.
Phoenix dragged his hand through my hair, nails blunt as they played across my scalp, then he tightened them and jerked my head back.
“Is this what you want?”
No. I wanted to escape, obviously. I’d tried to leave, but…
As I rolled my eyes up and looked along the length of his body—as his fingers knotted in my hair hard enough that it nearly made me see stars—I could do nothing but let out alittle moan and lift my hands to unfasten his pants, dragging them down around his hips.
His cock sprang free, and…oh fuck. I wasn’t sure I was actually going to be able to do this. He was so big.
But then Phoenix yanked my head back, and he used his other hand to slide two fingers between my lips. I flicked my tongue experimentally against the taste of his salty skin and he let out a growl.
The sensation of his fingers jerking my head back, so my mouth was suddenly wrenched open, made me groan in answer.
“All right, then. If that’s what you want. Put your hands on my hips and squeeze if you think you’re going to faint.” That grin was still there, and he slipped his fingers out of my mouth to grab his cock and guide it to my lips. “Maybe I’ll stop.”
Like I couldn’t help it, my hands followed his demand, sliding to his hips and drifting beneath the ripped shirt he wore to explore the feel of the muscles beneath. He was hardeverywhere, and I had a moment to think that he smelled like smoke and fire before he thrust forward and I choked on his cock as it slid down my throat.
Phoenix wasn’t easy—he didn’t show mercy. He just fucked into my mouth with a singular purpose, and the look of pleasure that tore across his face blurred with my vision when I gagged.
Fuck, he filled me up. He tasted salty and warm, like sweat and heat and everything I should have been jerking away from.
Instead, I dropped my jaw and tilted my head to give himbetter access, flattening my tongue along the bottom of his dick when he thrust into me again, driving all the way to the back of my throat until I was choking and my nose tickled with the feel of the dark hair that trailed across his pelvis.
Somewhere between the first thrust and the feel of my lungs burning as I tried to find a rhythm to catch my breath, I started to float.
