I felt like an object—like something to be used. I felt like I wasn’t a person at all, like my past and everything that had happened to me was falling away in the wake of Phoenix’s need.
His want.
His desire.
There was nothing in the world but the feel of his cock heavy on my tongue and the look of his ocean eyes burning as he watched me take him, drinking down every reaction, staring at me like I was the only thing he could see.
In that moment, it didn’t matter if I was a good person.
It just mattered if I couldbegood. And maybe that was the only meaning Ineededfor the word. The one I’d been searching for and never found until Phoenix fed it to me on my knees.
It was a danger I shouldn’t have let myself fall into—the thought made my fingers flex on his hips. He growled but pulled back slightly, shifting into shallow thrusts for a few seconds before returning to his relentless pace.
I might have been shocked that he’d actually paid attention, but all thoughts were drifting away the longer he fucked my mouth. It was obvious that he wasn’t trying to make this some long, drawn-out thing. Phoenix set a brutal,punishing pace that left me dizzy and choking. My eyes burned, and my body was so loose that by the time he pulled back, it took me entirely too long to realize that he hadn’t come at all.
It took me even longer to understand what was happening when he yanked me to my feet and jerked my pants down. One strong arm slid beneath my ass and hoisted me up, and I didn’t have time to protest. My thighs wrapped around his waist and my arms twisted around his shoulders automatically as Phoenix pressed me to the wall, wrapping his fingers around my throat to pin me in place.
Whatever words I might have had died beneath the strength of his grip as he dipped his head and spit, a string of wetness still tinged crimson with my blood landing thick on the head of my cock. His broad, calloused hand ran across it, and I couldn’t even tell him I didn’t want it.
I was just as hard as he was, and that simple touch made my entire body shiver, my cock threaten to betray whatever sense of pride and resistance I might have had left.
He pressed forward, wrapping his hand around both of us, and started to move. The mixture of his spit and the way I’d drooled all over his dick was more than enough glide for it to feel like sin—and his hand on my throat stopped me from dropping my head to hide the way my eyes rolled back at the sensation. He fucked us both that way, the pressure of his hand forcing the hard length of him to glide in perfect friction against my own. His other hand worked in pulses, squeezing until I felt like I was going to faint, then letting loose so I could gulp air and my head started to clear. It was a vicious pattern of squeezing andthrusting and driving me wild until I didn’t know if I could take it anymore.
When I whined, he let out a low moan and tightened his grip on us, giving me the grace to gasp as he loosened his hand on my throat again.
“Look at you,” he rumbled, leaning forward and sliding his tongue along my jawline, setting his teeth into my ear. “Not so ready to run now, are you?” The sensation of his hips, how powerful they were thrusting against me, made me squirm under his touch. He choked me harder, his thumb applying enough pressure to make my vision swim before he eased up. I inhaled, and the dizzying sensation of blood rushing to my head made my body spasm. “That’s right,” he growled, dipping his head and running his tongue over the bite mark he’d left on my shoulder before he drifted to the other side and murmured against my skin. “Are you ready to bark for me?”
I opened my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself, but he bit down and ground into me at the same time. It was like he could read my body, like he’dknown.
“Fuuummmfh.” The words disappeared in the moan that tore from my chest as I came, and the sound turned into something close to a scream as he shifted and bit down again, his teeth tearing into my shoulder viciously, the suction of his mouth demanding I give him exactly what he wanted.
I’d never had an orgasm like this—it wasn’t something sweetly drawn out, something taken in the heat of the moment when there was a chance to break protocol and fuck. It felt like Phoenix reached his hands inside me andripped it from me in a violent burst that left me trembling in his arms, stripped raw and flayed open. I was just a thing to be used as his body tensed and he followed me into pleasure.
I was faintly aware that he was holding me up like I weighed nothing. The feel of his teeth against my shoulder had turned into his tongue, licking hungrily as he fucked us through our orgasms. I was shivering and twitching, overstimulated and broken. “E-enough.” My voice trembled when I said it, and he thrust against me one more time in contradiction to my demand before he finally settled his broad body fully against me, pinning me to the wall so I could feel the way his heart was thundering just as hard as mine.
I was a sticky, sweaty mess, covered in blood and cum, spit and shame, and I didn’t stop him when he carefully lowered my legs and settled me back to the ground. His hand stayed around my waist, but he brought the other up to my mouth and carefully painted his fingers across my lips, forcing me to taste what we’d just done.
Salty and bitter and tinged with the coppery heat of blood.
My head dropped to his shoulder while Phoenix took a rag from one of the pockets of his pants and wiped us clean. I didn’t move as he made quick work of getting our clothes back into place, threading his fingers through my hair so he could pull my gaze to his.
I felt loose as my head lolled back. Phoenix ran his thumb along the edge of one of the bite marks he’d left on my throat and glanced down at me.
“Good dog.” His arm around my waist pulled meforward, and I didn’t have the strength to fight it when he started leading us back to the encampment, like this had been nothing more than a quick stroll we’d taken together instead of me trying to escape. He kept his arm around me the entire time, my body pressed against the curve of his hip and the heat of his chest. That warmth, his presence, was the only thing that kept me tethered to the ground. In the aftermath of being fucked—being used—I felt almosthigh.
I was floating as he led me back to his tent, and I ignored the knowing expression I got from the man and woman sitting side by side near the fire.
They didn’t have to look too closely to realize exactly what had happened between the two of us, and it didn’t take more than one guess to know that I’d tried to run and failed.
And that failure meant I was taken back into the tent, and this time when he tied my wrists, he fastened me to the foot of the bed.
I thought that would be it, that he’d lie down and leave me there, but Phoenix turned and rifled through his bag.
When he came toward me with a clear bottle of liquid and a cloth, I flinched—I’d had too many people come at me just like this back when I’d been trapped and I…
“Calm down. Just because you’re a carrier doesn’t mean you’re completely immune to infection. Don’t you know?” He snapped his teeth at me with a grin. “The human mouth is a fucking filthy place.”
I clenched my jaw. I could have told him he shouldn’t have bitten me if he knew that. I could have said a lot of things, but I was still drifting in that place his violence andmy orgasm had left me. My body ached from his abuse, and I was high on it.
