Chapter 65

Phoenix

The week seems to fly, and despite moments of fuckery and chaos, I have never felt so content in my life. Selene is still living at Luke's house, and now I truly understand what people mean by the "honeymoon phase". It's like the world outside has ceased to exist, and it's just us, wrapped in our own little bubble of love and lust.

We can't seem to keep our hands off each other. Every free moment we both have, I'm either balls-deep inside of her or planning the next time I can be. I'm not even sure there's a single surface, beside Luke's room, that we haven't fucked on. The couch, the kitchen table—hell, even the top of the washer. We're like animals, insatiable and driven by pure need.

My little wolf is so eager, hungry to learn and please me, just as I knew she would be. But I've had to remind her several times to slow down and focus more on herself. It's strange, almost surreal, telling a woman not to worry about my pleasure and to focus on her own. But that's Selene—so selfless, so desperate to give, that she forgets to take.

Mornings start with blow jobs, nights end the same way. Honestly, I think my dick has spent more time in her throat this week than it has in her tight little pussy. Not that I'm complaining—if this is the honeymoon phase, then fuck, I never want it to end.

As I promised, I didn't fight Selene's decision to go back to work. I could see she wanted it, needed it. But I made damn sure to accompany her every day, keeping a close eye on her to make sure she's safe. The day she returned, I finally had that conversation with my father. I told him about the break-in, laid it all out. I also informed him that I was permanently reassigning my men to take over his bodyguard duties, given the possibility that his stepdaughter has a stalker that could hurt her.

To my surprise, he didn't put up a fight. If anything, he seemed eager to agree. That only heightened my suspicion that he knows what's going on, and that shit is about to hit the fan. Selene is my top priority, but I'm also here to keep tabs on him. I've been so occupied with her, I can only imagine what other shit he's been stirring up.

Or worse—what else he's been trying to frame me for.

It's Friday afternoon, and I'm leaning against her filing cabinet, watching as she counts down the final few minutes of the day. Today, she's wearing a blue button-up top and a short, black skirt that's been driving me insane all day. Earlier, I couldn't resist following her into the copier room and finger fucking her until one of her colleagues nearly walked in on us.

She doesn't mind me being here, as long as I'm not too much of a distraction. I've learned to pick my moments—waiting until things are slow and she needs a break.

Like right now.

"What do you want for dinner?" she asks, chewing on a pencil as she gazes up at me with her bright, honey eyes that make me want to fuck her face all over again, like this morning.

Yeah, I might have an addiction to her.

I grin, a wolfish smile spreading across my face. "You."

She rolls her eyes, but I catch the smile tugging at her lips. "Well, I can't eat that too, so think of something else."

"I mean, you could...just depends on how flexible you are."

"Phoenix," she whines, her voice tinged with mock exasperation. "Seriously, I'm starving."

I fold my arms across my chest, staring at her. "See, this is why I told you to eat your lunch."

I got her Chipotle for lunch, and instead of eating, she worked through the hour and let me eat it. I didn't want to, but she said it wouldn't taste the same if she had to reheat it later.

My stubborn little wolf.

Next time, I'll force her to eat. Deadline, or no deadline, I need her to take care of herself. And since I'm here, I might as well make it my job to make sure of it.

She pouts. "Phoenix..." she says again.

I chuckle softly, savoring the sound of my name on her lips. "Fine, fine. I'll think of something. Are you ready to go?"

"I have some files to deliver to my father's assistant, and then we can," she says cheerfully, hopping up from her seat with a bounce that makes her skirt ride up enough to give me a glimpse of those delicious thighs.

I nod, watching her walk out of the office. I start gathering things and slipping them into her purse, hopefully earning myself a good blow job or two later.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes and I take it out of my pocket to see a message from Jamie: We've got some surveillance photos you might be interested in. Check your email.

"Fuck," I curse under my breath and slip into Selene's chair to check my email on her laptop. I know I can view them on my phone, but I can see them more clearly on there. As the photos load, I eagerly think about getting Selene home so I can fuck her silly. She's been teasing me all day in her skirt, I think I might even let her keep it on when I wreck her pussy later.

The first photo makes me pause—a man getting out of a black, nondescript car parked in front of the Devils' Clubhouse. My gut tightens with a sense of unease.

The second photo shows the same man, now in some sort of uniform, entering the clubhouse. There's definitely something familiar about him, but it's not clear enough.

Okay, this could be anyone, I think, but a shiver still runs down my spine.

Then, the third photo loads, and my blood runs cold. There's Zack—walking out of the clubhouse with a smug look on his face.