My tongue was greedy when it lapped at the wound I’d left, and Aubrey rocked his hips back to meet my thrusts when I started to fuck him in earnest.
As much as I wanted to draw this out—as much as I would have liked to spread him on the bed and fuck him slow and deep until I made him cry—I knew I didn’t have that kind of restraint. I needed him too much.
I pounded into him like I wanted to break him in half, and Aubrey lifted one hand, tangling his fingers in my hair while his other dropped to land on top of mine as I jerked his cock.
“You like it, don’t you? Being owned like a little pet, being told what to do. Go on, Killer, tell me you like it.”
When he didn’t respond, I yanked on the collar harder, and the little choked sound of pleasure made his cock pulse in my hand.
“F-fuck, I—” He tried to twist away from me, the words punching from his chest. “Fuck you, Phoenix.”
That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. He whined when I released his cock and slapped his thigh hard enough I knew it would leave another handprint. When he tried to take hold of himself to stroke, I took his hand, threading our fingers together.
“Say it.”
He rocked against me again, and when my tonguefound the wound on his shoulder and I lapped the coppery taste of him into my mouth, he seemed unable to resist.
“Fuck, yes. I like it.” I licked my mark again and dropped our joined hands, ghosting his knuckles across his cock while keeping up my relentless thrusts. My own words were coming out in sharp groans—I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep up with the pace, honestly. The tight heat of him clenching around me was almost too much. The sounds coming desperate and wild from his chest were unraveling me at the seams.
“Whose dog are you, Killer?”
I brushed his knuckles against his cock again, and this time, he groaned and gave in almost immediately. “Yours.”
“Good boy.” I brought our joined fingers to wrap around his dick, but I was pretty sure it was the praise that pushed him over the edge.
Aubrey came on a scream, his fingers in mine convulsing and squeezing his cock like he almost wanted to stave the orgasm off. The sound wasn’t just pleasure, it was filled with pain, a melody of sharp razors clawing up his throat and tearing along his skin, carving him into something new. I could hear it, I couldfeelit pulsing along my skin. He was giving himself over to everything that was happening, and his release was so strong it was breaking him along the seams.
His body clenching around me and the feel of his cum spilling over our joined fingers was too much for me to resist. I fucked into him hard and fast, chasing my climax on the echo of his cry until I felt myself shudder, and my cock swelled as orgasm overtook me.
My head dropped to his shoulder, my mouth searching greedily—I wanted the taste of him on my tongue. I groaned into his neck, and Aubrey’s fingers tightening in my hair urged me on. I buried myself deep and wondered if I could come hard enough that it would be inside him forever. The thought was ridiculous, but I’d never wanted to possess someone I’d fucked as much as I wanted to lay claim to him.
I’d never craved anyone like this, but maybe it was because Aubrey was defiance and determination, a mask with broken edges.
He was a mystery that I wanted to unravel with tongue and teeth and force… and right now he was leaning against me and moaning my name in soft little pants that I wasn’t even sure he was aware of.
He fell to the bed when I pulled out of him, not really giving a fuck that he was on top of his own mess.
Good. I’d find clean sheets in the morning—I wanted to be surrounded by the scent of blood and sex and sweat tonight.
I was quiet when I stood, taking a second to admire how wrecked Aubrey was. He was covered in bite marks and handprints, and he’d fallen on his stomach with one leg drawn up, so I could see the way my cock had stretched his hole, leaving him open to the air. My cum was leaking from his ass, staining his thighs with the faint streaks of pink from my blood, or maybe it was his. I’d fucked him hard enough I wouldn’t be surprised, but he’d been more than willing to take it, more than willing to bleed for the bliss.
It only took a second of rifling around before I found what I was looking for—there were medical supplies here,even if they weren’t the best. It was enough for me to wipe Aubrey’s wounds clean and bandage us both. He watched me the entire time with heavy-lidded eyes, burning slivers of green caught behind dark lashes.
He didn’t stop me when I threw the blood-soaked rag to the side and climbed into bed beside him, and he didn’t pull away when I looped my finger through his collar and used it to drag him on top of me.
He let me settle him against my chest, over the beat of my heart, soft and boneless. The low sound of satisfaction when I drifted my fingers through his hair in gentle reward for how good he’d been told me that as much as Aubrey wanted to pretend, there was a part of him that wanted to be a good dog just as much as I wanted to listen to him beg.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
AUBREY
I felt like a different person.The weight of the collar at my throat, the metal almost fitting like a second skin, was… strange.
It was different than being claimed, different than giving myself over to someone. Phoenix had completely possessed me, consumed me. It was so easy to fall into the role of attack dog… Killer. It was a different kind of pain to let him talk to me like I was an object. But fuck me, it felt good.
It felt amazing to be someone other than Aubrey Malcolm. I’d spent eight years pretending I was Bishop when I was in the Order.
