Chapter 46

Selene

No man has ever cared for me this way. Not even Zack, who was supposed to be my soulmate. Every time we were together, he never prioritized my pleasure; it was always about his needs, his satisfaction. But Phoenix—Phoenix makes me feel like a queen.

Thoughts of my ex-mate instantly vanish as Phoenix places my legs over his muscular shoulders, his eyes dark with desire. he leans forward, his breath warm against my pussy, and I can feel his nose gently nuzzling me before he deeply inhales, as if savoring the scent of my arousal.

Hi grip tightens on my thighs, holding me in place with a strength that turns me on even more. Then, with a precision that makes me question my whole fucking existence, he begins to work me like an instrument. It doesn't take long—just a few expertly placed strokes of his tongue, and I'm unraveling, the pleasure building to an explosive climax that has me screaming his name, the sound bouncing around the confines of the room.

Hopefully, Makayla and Sam can't hear us, but I think I'm too far gone to really care at this point.

My face flames with embarrassment. How the hell did I come so fast? He barely touched me. I guess it has been a while since we did things, and I've been holding in a lot of pent-up frustration about the whole stalker thing, but still...

I want to disappear into the mattress until I catch his gaze. Phoenix looks up at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a grin spreading across his face like he just won the world series.

"I'm sorry. That was fast," I admit, my voice barely audible, still shaking from the intensity of it all.

"Don't be embarrassed," he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. "it's an ego-boost knowing I can make you come so fast. Plus, the faster you come the first time, the faster we can do other things."

His words send a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. I wasn't sure at first if he wanted to go all the way, but now I can see it in his eyes—he's ready to wring every ounce of pleasure out of me that he can.

And I'm ready to let him.

When he stands up and pulls down his shorts, his large cock springs out, already hard as a rock and dripping with pre-cum. Lust jolts through me, every nerve ending buzzing with need. I need him inside me more than I need air to breathe.

And I'm sure my wolf has a lot to do with that.

But in the back of my mind, a small voice reminds me of the past. The first time we had sex, he regretted it. The second time, I regretted it. I just hope things can be different now. I want this to be something we're both sure of, something we can wake up in the morning and feel good about.

I watch as Phoenix reaches into a drawer beside the bed and pulls out a box of condoms. He holds them up for me to see, a smirk curling on his lips. "I'll give you a choice this time, little wolf. Do you want to use a condom?"

A condom? Why is he asking now? Has he been with someone else since our last time?

"Have you been with anyone else?" I ask, the question slipping out before I can stop myself.

He laughs. Literally laughs. I furrow my brows, wondering if I told a joke or something. Maybe it was a stupid question to ask, but I need to make sure. I need to know that he hasn't been with some other she-wolves, that he's not just dipping his dick inside anyone. I know he isn't mine, but I'm not willing to share him with anyone else. I refuse to look stupid.

"Sorry, that wasn't appropriate," he says, his voice warm and teasing. "It's just that I haven't been with anyone since I met you. My dick only gets hard for you, baby."

The words shock the hell out of me. I open my mouth to speak, but the words get caught somewhere in my throat. The sincerity in his voice, the intensity in his blue eyes...I realize that he means every single word.

This is real. He might not be a fated mate, but at this point I wouldn't even care if he was a rogue. I am in love with him, and I'm choosing to accept him as mine.

When I was little, my father told me to make sure my mate was someone I was proud to have by my side. Someone who respected me, protected me, treated me like a queen, put no one else above me. Or in his words, I needed to "kick his ass to the curb".

Zack rejected me the second he found out I wouldn't be Alpha of our pack, but I know Phoenix wouldn't have done that. He accepts me the way I am, and I'm sure if I were stronger than him, he'd continue to lift me up, not tear me down.

That's the kind of mate I need.

It's funny how much I hated him when I first met him a few months ago, but now I can't imagine my life without him. I know I'll eventually have to tell my mom that I want to be with my own stepbrother, but I'm willing to do it. And Makayla and Sam have already accepted that we're going to be together.

I just want to make sure Phoenix is ready to accept it too. That if we're going to do this, he can't push me away anymore. He can't be an asshole to me one minute, and nice to me the next. He has to be able to open up, and yes he has gotten better at expressing his feelings, but I want him to continue working on that.

But we can talk about this in the morning.

Tears sting my eyes, my heart pounding as I finally whisper, "Phoenix, please make love to me."