“Fuck off, Zero.” Zero smiled at the jab, glancing between the two of us.
“It’s like you were made to fit. Come on, we should really get you two fixed up.”
Let’s get you fixed up.
Made to fit.
Fuck.
I wasn’t made to fit with anyone. And if I had been… ithad been…
Fuck. I threw the cloth to the side as soon as I’d wiped myself down and grabbed Phoenix by the wrist.
My emotions were too much—all consuming. Overwhelming.
And I remembered. I remembered how it felt to have his cock down my throat—how it burned away everything to be completely overpowered and pinned to the wall. How intoxicating it was to completely forget myself and just live in the moment of his brutality.
I didn’t have tobeAubrey when I was that person. I didn’t have to think about words likemade to fit, or imagine all the things I’d lost.
I didn’t have to be anything but broken—anything but his.
Phoenix had the ability to unmake me, and I needed to feel that beautiful destruction again.
CHAPTER
TEN
PHOENIX
It was fuckingdangerous to assume the raiders we’d just killed had cleared out the hotel they’d been camping in, but I was willing to risk it for the fire in Aubrey’s eyes.
They’d been here for a while, judging by the way they had things set up, but that was as far as I got in assessing the situation. I veered toward what looked like the nicest room and threw the door open, slamming it shut behind me and flicking the lock.
None of that mattered anyway, because Aubrey was already all over me, his hands almost angry when they pulled at my vest, nails dragging against my skin until they cut in his desperation.
Desperate.
He was desperate for me, and he was painted up likemine. My handprintsall along his skin in the blood of our kill, inmyblood.
There was no way he was going to get out of this without a collar around his neck. When he shifted up on tiptoe to press his mouth to my throat, his teeth angry when they bit down, I let out a groan and pushed him back.
He looked half shell-shocked, half crazed.
“Fuck me,” he said before I had a chance to make demands. It was hot, a low sound that seemed to vibrate through him and pull straight from his bones. We were covered in blood, in death. I was clawed open, and I was pretty sure he’d taken a knife somewhere, but he didn’t seem to care. “Fuck me, Phoenix. However you want. Just…” I could almost hear the cracks running along the edge of his voice, and I wondered if I’d get to understand why he’d been in such a frenzy, why there was a part of him that seemed hell-bent on burning out right here, right now.
“Just?” I prompted when he seemed to choke on the words, and when his hands came back, trying to tear at my clothing again, they were trembling.
“I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to feel anything. Nothing but this.” He slapped his hand against my chest, over the beat of my heart and the cuts on my skin. “You can do that, can’t you? You can fuck me until you’re the only thing I can feel?”
Fuck him. He wanted me to fuck him—not just put him on his knees and use his mouth like I wanted to imprint the taste of my dick on his tongue.
He wanted me to fuck him, and even though my body was burning and my adrenaline was still pumping from theway we’d fought together—the way we moved like we’d been doing that dance our entire lives—I wanted more.
Ineededmore.
My hand came up and my fingers wrapped around his throat—the strength in my grip cut off his next demand as I lifted him off the ground. When I moved in for a kiss, he turned his head, twisting to offer me his neck instead.
What a stupid fucking rule—but that was fine. It wasn’t his kiss I wanted right now.
