Chapter 12

Selene

Phoenix's eyes glow silver with his wolf, his nostrils flaring with each furious breath. He wraps his strong hand around my wrist, the heat of his touch searing my skin, and tugs me behind him.

"What's your problem, man?" growls the guy I was just dancing with.

"She's mine," Phoenix snarls, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

The guy chuckles mockingly. "Well, by the way she was just grinding on my dick, I think she may have forgotten that."

Oh my Goddess. He's trying to make me sound like a whore. My cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

I'm definitely sobering up a lot faster right now. The haze of alcohol clears as adrenaline pumps through my veins.

"If you don't leave my club now, I'll tear your fucking throat out," Phoenix threatens, his voice a deadly calm that sends shivers down my spine. I can sense that his wolf is close the surface, that he could shift if he doesn't get his wolf under control.

Wait, his club? I didn't know he owned this!

"Fine," the guy grits out, turning and heading towards the exit before things get out of control.

Phoenix drags me through the crowd to a back room, which I quickly recognize as an office. Shoving me inside, he shuts the door behind him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Phoenix?" I shout at him.

He doesn't say anything, just pushes me back against the desk. He steps closer, the heat of his body radiating from him as he rests his forehead against mine. "I don't like other men touching you," he whispers, his voice mixed with desperation and anger.

My breath hitches. "What does that mean?" I ask.

His jaw tics. "What I just said."

"You can't dictate who I touch when you haven't said a word to me in two weeks," I retort, my frustration boiling over.

His eyes flash with anger, the silver hue of his wolf flickering. "That doesn't change anything," he says between clenched teeth.

"The fuck it doesn't!" I retort.

His hand shoots out, wrapping around the base of my throat with a possessive grip. I gasp softly. "Don't test me, little wolf. As your big brother, it's my job to protect you, isn't it?" he drawls.

I grimace. "I told you to stop calling us siblings. It's gross."

He ignores me, running his nose along my throat. "Fuck, you smell good. You know how hard it's been to stay away from you?" he whispers, his hot breath against my skin.

"Then don't," I pant, my heartbeat picking up. "Or are you too afraid you'll get in trouble with your daddy?"

He chuckles, a dark sound that vibrates through me. "Is that a dare?"

Licking my lips, I reply, "Maybe. Do something. Anything."

His eyes sweep over me, dark and hooded with desire. "You're drunk," he whispers.

I roll my eyes. "If you're a chicken, just say so."

A low growl rumbles in his chest, but he doesn't speak again. Instead, he slowly slides the straps of my dress down until my breasts are exposed to him.

"Beautiful," he mutters, tracing the swell of my breasts, staring at them as he brushes my nipples. They grow taut beneath his touch. Leaning down, he takes one into his mouth, sucking hard. I moan loudly. "Oh, fuck. Phoenix. That feels so good."

He chuckles with my nipple in his mouth, his hot breathing sending electric shocks throughout my body. One of his roam down my body until he reaches the bottom of my short dress. Slowly, teasingly, he slides his hand up my thigh. I gasp as his fingers brush the fabric right over my pussy.

Releasing my breast with a resound "pop", he leans back to yank my dress further up. I swear, I can practically see him drooling as he looks at my red lace panties.

"I think I'll be taking, those," he purrs. Before I have a chance to respond, he tears them off in one fluid movement and shoves them into his pocket.

"Hey, those are mine!" I protest.

He simply smirks. "Not anymore."

"You can't just steal my-"

My words are cut short when the pad of his thumb brushes against my clit. I press my lips together to stifle a moan.

His dark eyes fly to my face. "This room is soundproof, little wolf. So you will moan for me when I'm pleasuring you," he growls, his voice low and commanding.

My face blooms with heat, a blush that spreads across my cheeks and down my neck. This is so fucked up, we shouldn't be doing this. But at the same time, it feels so fucking good. I don't want him to stop.

Phoenix's thumb presses firmly on my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as he rotates it in small, fast circles. I can't help but spread my legs wider, giving him better access. He definitely knows what he's doing, way more than Zack ever did. I can feel the pressure quickly building in my core, a hot, tight sensation that promises release.

I grip his wrist, holding him there, needing him to never stop. He smirks, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You like that, huh? You're so fucking wet for me. Poor greedy little wolf," he croons cruelly.

My pussy throbs at his filthy words, the slickness increasing between my thighs.

"By the time I'm done with you, you're going to beg me to come."

"I would never," I grit out.

This might feel like fucking ecstasy right now, but I will never beg.

Not to him, or anyone.

His eyes dance with amusement, a dark promise lurking within. "That sounds like a challenge."

My breath hitches, excitement and fear intertwining inside me.

With his thumb still circling my clit, he sinks two fingers inside me. I feel myself clench around him, sucking his digits deeper. "Damn, you're tight," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Bet you haven't been touched in a while. Your pussy is too needy, or perhaps, this is all just for me."

I don't say anything, just rock my hips with the movement of his fingers. "Fuck," I moan, throwing my head back, the pleasure overwhelming.

"That's it," he murmurs, thrusting faster, his fingers curling inside me to hit that perfect spot. "How does it feel to fall apart for your brother?"

Wrong. Disgusting. The best pleasure I've ever experienced in my life.

"I'm going to come," I gasp.

He shakes his head, immediately slowing down his movements. "Beg me," he commands. "Beg me to let you come."

Without hesitation, I do just that. "Please let me come," I whimper, writhing against his hand.

He smirks. "Good girl," he growls, his eyes burning with lust. "Now come for me."

Expertly, he thrusts his fingers once, twice more before pinching my clit. With a shout, I come all over his hand, my eyes rolling back in my head. I can feel my entire body trembling from the sheer ecstasy of the orgasm.

His arms wrap around my waist, holding onto me as waves of pleasure continue to wrack through my body. Finally, I collapse, gasping and shaking against him.

"Fuck, that was beautiful. I'm going to fuck you now." It isn't a question, but he waits for me to nod before he lays me back on the desk.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and I sit up, hiding behind Phoenix so nobody can see me practically naked.

"Phoenix, I was just letting you know I was leaving," the guy says, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the scene.

Phoenix's tone is calm as he replies, "Thanks for letting me know. We were just leaving ourselves, right little wolf?"

I swallow hard. "Sure," I manage to croak out.

After his friend leaves, Phoenix helps me adjust my dress, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You okay?" he asks softly, as if he actually cares.

I nod, trying to compose myself. "Yeah," I reply, my throat suddenly drier than sandpaper.

Phoenix grabs my hand, and I follow him out of the room. As we pass by, I catch Makayla and Sam staring at us, giving me knowing looks.

Damn. I hope they can't tell that I just let my stepbrother finger-fuck me, and I loved every single second of it.