Chapter 103

Phoenix

When I wake up again, Selene is wrapped around me, her soft breath fanning against the nape of my neck. What the fuck? When did this happen?

I smirk to myself, shifting carefully to slide her onto her back. Pulling down her sleep shorts, I spread her legs wide. She's been a bit too bossy lately. I need to remind her who's in charge in this relationship. I sniff her pussy, my mouth watering in response. Her body responds to me even in her sleep, and I watch as he hips twitch as my tongue finds her clit.

Her soft mewl travels straight to my balls. A guttural growl rumbles through my chest and I tighten my grip around her thighs, pinning her in place. "Stay still for me baby," I murmur, letting my mouth brush over her pussy as I speak. Her body squirms under me, but she still doesn't wake up fully. She arches into me, searching for my tongue.

"Good girl," I praise her, my tongue lashing against her clit. Her muscles tense, and she claws at my head. The sensation of her nails digging into my skull only pushes me further into that heady place where pleasure and dominance blur. Fuck. It feels like even with her pinned beneath me, she's still in charge. And I secretly love that. "That's it, little wolf. Take what you need from me."

She's panting and moaning, her nails scraping against my scalp. The burn courses through me, travelling straight to my balls and making my stomach hurt.

"Oh, goddess. Phoenix." She says my name like it's a curse. My cock throbs painfully, but I want her to come first before I bury myself in her guts. I increase the pressure of my tongue, while curling two fingers into her pussy. Her juices spill out, coating my fingers and fuck, if the sight and smell of her doesn't make me want to fucking bust right here.

"I'm...I'm....fuckkkkk!" she screams as she bucks her hips, her sweet cream filling my mouth. I greedily lick it up, a satisfied, primal growl vibrating through me. When it becomes too much, she pushes me away, and I instantly pull her down until our hips are touching.

Spearing her on my cock, I punch into her over and over again, my orgasm hurling towards me. I have to concentrate hard on not coming.

At least give me a few more minutes, I plead with my cock. It just feels too fucking good to stop.

"Phoenix..." Her voice is breathless, like I'm fucking her so hard, she can't even speak.

Good.

"I know baby. Come apart on my fucking cock. I need to feel you," I growl, pounding into her like there's no tomorrow. My balls slap against her ass, the sound echoing loudly through the room. Soon, my hips are jerking erratically. I reach between to rub her swollen little nub, and with two swirls on my thumb, she cries out, her back arching into me. I join her in plunging off the cliff of ecstasy, and my cum jets inside of her. She continues to choke my dick through her orgasm until she falls limp on the bed, gasping for breath.

After I fall on top of her, we stay like that for a while. "Ready to play my innocent little sister tonight?" I tease, running my fingers through her soft, silky hair.

Her head shoots up as she glares at me. "Phoenix, what is wrong with you?" she snaps, pushing on my chest. But there's no real anger behind her words, just that fiery spirit I love so goddamn much.

I chuckle, giving her a playful smirk. "Relax, baby. I'm just joking. Mostly. But if you want to pretend to get stuck in a washer and require your stepbrother's help, I'm down to help."

That would be some very interesting roleplay.

She covers her face, blushing profusely. "Oh my goddess, Phoenix. Shut up!"

"I wish I could, but now I'm imagining it, and my dick agrees that we should maybe try that out one day."

She gives me a pointed look, rolling her eyes. "We're going to get you some help," she mutters. But then she changes subjects quickly, her eyes brightening with excitement.

"Guess what? Makayla just found out Luke is her father."

"Fucking finally," I say, brushing my damp hair out of my face. "Not like it wasn't obvious anyway, but it's good they got confirmation."

Looking at Makayla, I swear I could almost be convinced that men can give birth.

And I thought I looked just like him...

But I'm happy for them. I'm glad my uncle can finally claim his pup. Makayla's mom seemed to be the only person he was willing to settle down with, and when she ran off with his baby, he was fucking devasted for years. Now, he's found her again and I know for sure he'll never let her go again. She'll know what a good father looks like, even if they have a lot of lost time to make up for.

Selene stretches beside me, shaking off the lingering remnants of sleep. "Well, we better get up. It's almost time for our parents to come over and you know just how much we're looking forward to that."

I grunt in agreement, reluctantly untangling myself from her. Since last night, I've thought a lot about how I will approach my father. I'll take him to the side, away from Christina, of course. This will be a private conversation between son and fucked-up father.

As we get dressed, I feel the same gnawing sense of urgency from yesterday, like everything is about to change once I speak to my father. I need answers—about the Council, about my mother, about the twisted shit we've been roped in on for years. I don't care if he tries to get violent with me...I'm going to dig and dig until I uncover the truth.

And then we're going to team up to destroy every dirty Council member once and for all.