Chapter 47

Selene

After the most intense night of my life, I wake up alone in Phoenix's big bed. The room still smells like our cum and sweat. I think I passed out around orgasm twelve—or maybe fifteen. I don't even remember. I just know that we stayed up all night, making love until the early morning.

The bed is still warm, his scent freshly lingering in the sheets, so he must have gotten out of bed not too long ago. A pang of worry hits me—why didn't he wake me up before he left? Does he regret what we did?

As I reflect on our lovemaking, realization dawns on me: I do love him. And by the way he touched, kissed, and caressed me last night, I know he loves me too. With his bad boy exterior, I didn't think he was capable of doing something like that. Goddess, was I wrong.

*Flashback

Phoenix enters me slowly, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he fills me to the hilt, like he never wants this to end. His intense blue eyes bore into mine, watching every reaction on my face.

"Does that feel good?" he asks, his voice husky, as if this is our first time.

"Always," I whisper, pulling him down for a kiss. My legs lock around his hips, anchoring him deeper inside me. We kiss like our lives depend on it, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that makes my core tighten.

"Goddamn," he groans against my lips, "I might not last long like this. You feel too good."

I laugh softly, my breath hitching as he begins to move. "That's okay. I can go all night."

He doesn't respond, but his body does. His hips thrust slowly, deliberately. I'm used to the brutal way he usually fucks me, but tonight, I want to savor the way he fills me so passionately, how he takes his time, reveling in the sensation of his cock pushing and pulling, back and forth, brushing against my cervix with each measured thrust.

My fingers claw at his muscular back, and moans pour from my lips. "Yes, Phoenix. Don't stop. Right there!"

He shudders. "Can you feel it, little wolf?" he asks, his voice thick with emotion.

He doesn't have to explain. This is more than sex; this is an act of love. He's showing me how he feels without saying the words. And I feel it too, deep in my bones.

"Yes," I whimper, barely able to form the words.

Groaning in satisfaction, he buries his face in my neck, his warm breathing fanning against my skin as he continues to move inside me. Then, suddenly, he sits up, lifting my hips to angle himself deeper inside me.

I gasp, a shock of pleasure racing through me. "Holy fuck!"

Our eyes lock, his eyes flashing silver in the dark. "You're so close, little wolf. I can feel it," he purrs.

Sitting back on his heels, his grip on his hips tighten as he fucks me deeper in this new position. My eyes roll back into my head as the pressure builds, faster and faster. I meet his thrusts, rolling my hips to match his rhythm until I can tell we're both on the edge.

Phoenix's breathing turns ragged, sweat streaming down his chest. "Fuck, baby. I'm going to come," he rasps.

"Me too," I groan, my voice trembling with anticipation. "Kiss me again, Phoenix."

He lowers himself back on top of me, our lips locking in a desperate, heated kiss as he speeds up. Within seconds, I'm spazzing around his cock, coating him in my juices. I scream into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, continuing to fuck me through my orgasm.

My body collapses against the bed, but Phoenix keeps going. Each thrusts becomes faster, harder. I look up to see that his eyes are silver and his canines are lengthened.

His wolf wants to mark me.

Without hesitation, I crane my neck to give him access. After two more thrusts, he roars my name, pulling me up by the back of my neck, his grip tightening as he sinks his teeth into the spot where my neck and shoulder meet.

I cry out, another orgasm barreling through me. A strange power surges between us, like an invisible threat connecting our souls. It's so intense, involuntary tears stream down my face.

Phoenix has accepted me as his mate.

End of flashback*

Last night made me realize that I didn't want to be afraid of accepting him. That instead of focusing on the past, I wanted to live in the present. I can't deny it anymore—we belong together.

Now, it's time to face Phoenix and see if he regrets our actions. Will it be awkward? Is he even still here? He told me he's never let a woman stay in his bed before, so would he actually leave the house to avoid me?

I shake the doubts from my head. No, he marked me last night. He has accepted me. And now that he has, we can feel each other's emotions, even hear each other's thoughts if we don't put up mental blocks.

Our souls are connected until one of us dies or he marks another she-wolf, which would cause his mark on me to burn away.

I walk into the bathroom, staring at his mark in the mirror. It's already healing, his scent imbedded in my skin, marking me as his so that other males know to stay away.

My wolf purrs in satisfaction.

Suddenly, I remember why I'm here. We still need to get to the bottom of who was in my room, so Makayla and I can return to some semblance of normalcy.

After taking a long and relaxing shower, I head to the kitchen, greeted by the mouthwatering scent of breakfast. My stomach growls loudly, and I blush, hoping no one hears it. I really built up an appetite last night. Even after Phoenix marked me, he stayed inside me all night. It's like I can almost still feel him, and my body heats at the memory.

Nope, get some breakfast you slut, I chastise myself, shaking off the filthy thoughts.