Now he’s staring up at me, his eyes wild, waiting to see what I’ll do next.
I don’t even know what line I’m testing or how far I’m willing to push him, but what I do know is that, despite all his alpha bullshit, Phoenix needs a place to break, and right now I want to be that safe space for him.
“You wanna be good for me?” I ask, feeding into the need I can see burning behind his eyes. He nods immediately, his pupils blown so wide there’s barely any gray left. “Then strip my panties off and say out loud how wet you’ve made me.”
I’m fucked.
Completely gone.
I’ve let his madness bleed into me.
His eyes don’t leave mine, not for a second, even as his hands move up the outside of my thighs. When he reaches my underwear, his fingers hook around the sides, and for a moment, he just grips—a full, possessive hold on my hips that makes my breath stutter. Then he tugs, dragging the fabric down. His knuckles brush over my skin, past my knees, lower, until they pool at my ankles.
“Tell me.”
“You’re soaked.”
“For who, Phoenix?”
“Me,” he whispers.
Confusion flickers in his silver stare, caught between wanting to reclaim control and surrendering to something that doesn’t quite make sense to him yet, but I know he feels it.
I stand, hike my skirt up, and bunch it around my waist. All his focus immediately drops to what’s in front of him. Need and obsession coil in his eyes, and he looks like a wolf scenting blood.
“Now look at me,” I order, dragging his gaze back to mine. “Show me just how good you can be for me.”
His chest rises hard and falls even harder, and for a moment, it feels like he’s holding me in place with nothing but that stare—just those beautiful steel eyes burning straight through me.
Pressing his face into me, he buries himself between my thighs, and when his mouth finally touches me, it isn’t a kiss or a lick, just the faintest ghost of his lips brushing against me.
“Can I eat your pussy until you come?” he asks, waiting for my permission.
I manage a breathless“Yes,” and the second the word leaves my mouth, his tongue sweeps over me, dragging from my entrance to my clit. His mouth covers me, consumes me, ravenous and desperate in a way that’s purely animalistic. Large hands slide up the backs of my thighs, fingers digging into the curves of my ass before he wraps them around my waist, as if he has no intention of ever letting go.
His tongue moves like he’s been ready for this his whole life. Every slow circle has my head tipping back and pleasure tightening in my belly. When he pushes deeper, thrusting his tongue inside me, it isn’t just tongue-fucking anymore—it’s ownership.
He’s never done this.I know he hasn’t, but it doesn’t matter. Whatever he lacks in experience, he makes up for in obsession and instinct. Every flick of his tongue, every groan he growls intomy cunt, is a giant fuck-you to every man who’s ever laid a hand on my body.
“You’re making me feel so good, Phoenix.” I pant, my whole body already trembling. He groans, then pulls back just enough to look up at me, his lips slick, eyes glazed over. “Can you be really good for me now and let me use your mouth?”
My fingers slide into his hair, and he nods. I tighten my hold, tilt his head back, and watch the muscles flex in his neck.
“Give me your tongue,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out.
He obeys, and I move. I rock my hips over the flat of his tongue, riding his face while he holds me tighter, guiding me as he helps me chase my orgasm.
“Holy shit, Phoenix… you’re gonna make me come so hard.”
I break right there, falling apart around his mouth, dragging him tight against me as the orgasm tears through my body so hard my knees feel useless. When I finally loosen my grip and sink back against the desk, he doesn’t stop licking me. He avoids my clit like he knows the touch would be too much and continues to dip inside me and run his tongue along my thighs.
“You taste beautiful.”
Lick.
My fingers slide into his hair, gentler than I should allow, and I quickly force the rush of feelings for him back down.
“I want to do this every day for the rest of my life.”
