Chapter 63

Selene

I wake up again in Phoenix's bed, still surrounded by his scent and the lingering presence of last night's lovemaking. We admitted that we were in love with each other, and it was the most amazing feeling I've ever experienced in my life. Second to him marking me, of course.

As I roll out of the bed and stretch, my muscles protest in pleasurable soreness. I know it's a contradictory feeling, but that's how I feel. I'm sore but at the same time, I feel great, both exhausted and invigorated.

Hearing my stomach growl, I think about heading straight into the kitchen to get something to eat, but then I wonder if I still smell like sex. That would be fucking embarrassing with so many people staying here right now.

I sigh, heading for the bathroom instead for a quick shower.

After showering and wrapping my head in a towel, I come out of the bedroom, only to run straight into Luke.

I blush, wondering if he heard us last night. "Good morning. Have you seen Phoenix?" I ask him, trying to keep my voice steady

"Yeah, he's in the garage. His motorcycle is having some issues, might need to go out there and offer him some moral support," he teases.

Oh no. That can't be good. I've seen the way he looks at that thing, I'm pretty sure he loves it more than he loves me.

He loves me.

Yeah, I'm still having a hard time accepting that last night was real and not a dream.

Thanking Luke, I step into the garage to find Phoenix crouching beside his motorcycle. He's wearing a white beater that clings to his muscular back, the sweat making the fabric stick to his skin, outlining his strong physique. My breath hitches as I watch him, my vagina finding a heartbeat of its own.

Okay, this is hotter than I thought it would be.

I stand quietly, not far from him, not being able to take my eyes off of him. He doesn't seem to notice me, or maybe he's so engrossed in his work, he doesn't mind me standing here, watching him and looking like a drooling idiot.

He skillfully manipulates his tools as he works, occasionally wiping the sweat from his forehead. My mouth waters as I notice the slight line of his butt-crack. I'm sure on other people it would disgust me, but with him, I only want to remove his pants completely, watch him work naked.

Goddess, get a hold of myself.

I don't think my pussy can take any more of him wrecking it.

"Phoenix," I call softly, a hint of amusement in my voice. "What are you doing down there?"

My voice seems to snap him out his trance as he glances up at the sound of my voice. He gives me a wolfish grin. "Hey, little wolf. How long have you been standing there?" he asks.

I smirk, leaning against the doorframe. "A few minutes. It's okay, I know you were busy with your other girlfriend," I respond with a tilting lilt.

He quickly puts down his tools, stands up, and wipes his hands on an already filthy rag. He reaches out and drags me towards him, pulling me onto the bike. His lips crash against mine, giving me a kiss that consumes me in heat.

I'm still breathless as his lips move down my neck, planting gentle kisses on my skin, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. I close my eyes, enjoying the sweet torment. My hands clutch his shoulders tightly, as If subconsciously I'm trying to merge his body with mine.

Maybe I could become a third leg, though I suppose he already has one of those.

"Selene," he murmurs, his voice filled with deep longing and love.

My body instantly responds to his touch, and before I know it, I'm dripping wet, ready to go for another round even though my pussy is too sore for it.

I groan, pushing Phoenix away before he ends up tearing off my clothes in this garage.

"What's wrong?" he asks, searching my eyes.

"Just hungry. Let's go eat," I say, not wanting to tell him I'm too sore for more sex. It will either make him worried, or fuel his ego, and I don't think he needs any more of that.

Phoenix chuckles, kissing my forehead as he lifts me off the bike. "Yeah, I can hear your stomach growling, and you've got to be sore, right? We were up all night." He gives me a knowing smirk, and I blush hard.

Fingers intertwined, we walk in the kitchen to find Makayla and Luke already sitting at the table. Sam must have gone home last night, instead of staying in Makayla's room.

Phoenix heads to the stove just as the timer goes off. He pulls a tray of food out of the oven, a

"Ooh, what are we eating today, chef?" I tease, practically bouncing over to the table and taking my seat.

"Baked apple pancakes. Saw a recipe online, and it looked good as hell, so we'll see if it tastes good," he replies, plating the food and passing them around.

I take a bite and moan in delight. The flavors explode on my tongue, warm and sweet with just the right amount of spice.

Makayla snickers at me. "It's not that damn good," she teases, rolling her eyes.

"It most definitely is," I argue, shoving another forkful in my mouth. I sigh contently, realizing I've never eaten this good in my life. Phoenix really knows how to spoil a girl, doesn't he?

"I can't keep eating like this, Phoenix. My butt is going to get too big for the door," I whine playfully, though I'm only half-joking.

Phoenix glances over at me, his eyes darkening with desire. "Your butt is perfect, and besides, I can help you burn off those extra calories if you need me to."

"Kids, kids, not at the breakfast table," Luke scolds, but when I pull away from Phoenix to look at him, I find him smiling at us with pride.

After breakfast, Makayla gets up to clear the table, shooting me a look that says we're about to have some serious girl talk. She urges the guys to go into the living room, and I know I didn't exactly volunteer to clean up, but I'm looking forward to spilling every detail about last night to her.