Chapter 210
Wake and I return to the non-empty Tower, the quiet hum of the city beneath us filling the space as we stand by the window. The view stretches far beyond what we could see when we first arrived—a city that has changed, just as we have.
The water glows faintly with bioluminescent lights, flickering in the streets below like scattered stars. The remnants of the battle, of the Menagerie, of everything that has transpired, still linger in the city’s pulse, but Ao is already beginning to shift toward something new.
I cross my arms over my chest, staring out at the place that has somehow become a part of me in such a short span of time. "I can’t believe how much has changed since we arrived. It’s only been a few days."
Wake moves closer, his presence solid and grounding beside me. "Less than a week," he agrees, his voice low and thoughtful. "And less than a month since we escaped the island. Now we’re headed back."
I swallow the lump in my throat. The thought of returning fills me with something complicated—apprehension, anticipation, maybe even a small thread of hope. "Does it feel like we’re going in circles?" I ask, turning to him. "Like we keep chasing something just out of reach?"
Wake tilts his head slightly, studying me. Then he shakes his head. "No. It feels like we’re on the right path. I can feel it."
I let out a soft breath, almost a laugh. "How can you be so sure? So much has changed. We’ve deviated so far from where we started."
Wake’s gaze doesn’t waver. "Because I know that what we’re doing is bigger than myself. It’s bigger than both of us. And that makes every step forward matter."
As we overlook the city, I feel the shift in Wake. His grasp on my hips becomes more purposeful, he buries his nose in the curve as my neck, and I feel his hardness pressing against my spine.
"Please," I whisper, my pulse already kicking into overdrive.
He licks a long stripe from the base of my spine all the way up to the back of my ear. "Please what?"
"Fuck me. Make me scream." I arch my back, offering myself up.
"Phoebe," he says in that same dark, rough voice. The stained glass in the window before us vibrates, reacting to the deep rumble emanating from Wake's broad chest.
I know the tone. I know what he wants. "My mate. I want you to fuck me. Please."
He doesn't move.
"Mine." This time it's not a question or a demand. It's simply a statement of fact. His hand wraps around my throat and I'm hauled back against his broad chest. He squeezes once, then releases me to yank my gown over my head.
I'm naked.
He's still fully dressed.
Standing in front of this massive window, I feel exposed and vulnerable, but also...so very divine. Filthy in the best way.
I lick my lips and spread my legs wider.
He chuckles darkly and nips at my ear. "Say it again."
"Please."
He nips me again. "Not that."
Oh. Right. I tip my head back and give myself over to the moment. "My mate."
"Fuck," he whispers, his tongue flicking over the tip of my ear. I can hear the smile in his voice. "Now scream it."
And he shoves into me, one hard thrust that fills me completely. I gasp and let my head fall back onto his shoulder. His arm tightens around my waist and he pulls out slowly only to do it again. Each thrust is slow and steady and utterly maddening.
I can feel the city below us, so many people going about their lives, fighting, fucking, loving...giving and taking energy to this strange, beautiful city. And now we're part of them. In such a short time, I know we've left our mark, and are the better for it.
"Again," he whispers and slaps the glass next to my head. It vibrates again, a counterpoint to the thundering of his heartbeat against my spine.
"My mate!" I arch, wanting him deeper, wanting him to go faster, harder, anything other than these slow, gentle movements. "I'm yours, Wake. Only yours."
"Good girl," he says, and then his hands shift to grip my hips, his hold tight enough that I know there will be bruises tomorrow, and then he fucks me.
It's brutal and hard, his hips pounding against me, driving my clit into the glass. My cheek is pressed into the window, my breath steaming the glass with each panting breath. I can't move, can't think.
He doesn't respond. Not in words. His fingers dig deeper, his rhythm unrelenting. The heat from his body sears me even as his cock pistons inside me. I try to rock back against him, but his grip won't allow it. I'm completely at his mercy.
Just where I want to be.
"You want to come?" He nips at my ear. "You want to scream so everyone in this fucking city knows that you are mine?"
His dirty words send a thrill through me, and I can't stop myself from whimpering and letting loose a low moan.
"Greedy girl," he breathes. "Tell me again."
"Yours. I'm always yours. Whenever you want me," I moan, "Always."
He curses softly. "Mine." Then his fingers move to my clit. "Come, Phoebe. Let the entire city know who owns you."
It's an order. One I obey with a scream as pleasure rushes through me and I shatter into a thousand pieces.
He growls, his teeth scraping against the side of my neck. He slams into me one final time, his cock jerking inside me.
He makes a low sound, somewhere between a groan and a growl, and scrapes his teeth over my skin again. His fingers tighten on my hips and then he thrusts forward again.
I cry out, my whole body shuddering as another orgasm rolls through me.
He pulls out, spins me around and drops to his knees.
"Wake!" I try to shove him away, but he simply ignores me and presses his face to my pussy. His tongue slides into me, thrusting like he can't get enough of the taste of me.
It's too much, too soon, but I can't stop myself from rocking into him. My head falls back, a moan escaping my lips.
Then he adds his fingers and the sensation intensifies.
"Not yet." He slides another finger inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way. His lips close around my clit and I scream as I come, my entire body shaking.
He doesn't stop. He keeps licking and sucking and fucking me with his fingers, dragging me to the brink again. I fall apart for him a second time, the world blurring around me.
"Now," he whispers, standing in one fluid motion.
I sway and then I'm moving. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, where he lays me down with infinite gentleness. Then he kneels over me and leans in.
I close my eyes, waiting for his kiss.
Instead, I feel the lightest touch of his lips on my forehead.
My already relaxed body goes completely lax as Wake pulls me into the sturdy cavern of his body.
"This is what matters, Phoebe," Wake says. "No matter where we end up or what comes next, what matters is that we have one another to face it with."
I cuddle closer and and slip easily into sleep, knowing that my mate is right.
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