Chapter 19 #3
But before she can turn to leave, Phoenix gets right up in her face. “Stand on one leg.” My mind clears a little more as I recognize what Phoenix is doing. She’s trying to use her compulsion on the woman. A test to see if she’s just some human after all.
“Fuck off,” the woman starts to shove her aside. The compulsion obviously isn’t working on her. When Phoenix lifts a hand toward her, the woman freezes completely in place.
“What the fu—” Her words cut off mid-sentence. Then her panicked eyes flick back and forth as Phoenix pins her in place with blood magic. It’s a creepy trick Phoenix can do to any creature with blood in its veins.
A squeak comes from the woman’s throat, but that’s all she can manage. Her eyes shoot to me as if begging me to help her. I feel suddenly uncomfortable. What if we got the wrong creature? What if it’s not Ammit after all?
But then her dark eyes shut like she’s concentrating hard on something.
Phoenix drops her hand and turns to me. She looks at me like she wants to jump me and tear off all my clothes right here in this alley.
I swear I’ve seen this look in her eye a time or two before, but while I always imagined it was wishful thinking, for the first time, I see the intent that tells me she’s about to do something about it.
“Phoenix,” I start while holding a hand up in confusion.
But then it’s like a wave of pure lust hits me as well.
The sleepy beast inside me is suddenly fully awake.
Awake and starving. I’m fucking lust-struck in a way I’ve never experienced before.
The cock that started stiffening a bit on the dance floor suddenly goes hard as a rock as I stare at Phoenix.
She walks toward me while grabbing the hem of her dress. She yanks it up and off her body in one smooth motion. Now she’s just in a bra that pushes her breasts up nearly to her collarbone and the slinkiest pair of black lace underwear I’ve ever seen.
Behind her, I hear footsteps sprinting away, but I can’t care about anything except Phoenix. Phoenix and me. Finally alone. My Phoenix. Finally, with nothing between us except these stupid clothes. Why am I wearing so many clothes? Why have we ever worn clothes around each other at all?
I’m ravenous for her. Touch her. Why aren’t we naked and touching? All the fucking time?
I stumble toward her and then stop myself. No. No touching. I’m not supposed to touch her. Can’t give into the hunger like this.
Phoenix tugs off the little scrap of lace underwear and bares herself to me completely from the waist down.
I’ve got my jeans unzipped and shoved down the next moment. I’m tugging my long, hard cock out. I’m engorged for her. Starving for her tight, hot body.
And then she’s leaping into my arms with her bare legs wrapping around my waist. We both let out an indecent grunt of satisfaction at the contact.
Stuff yourself. Feast on her. Devour.
I spin and pin her back against the wall of the club. I do what I’ve wanted to do since that day at the cabin all those years ago when she found me chopping wood.
Finally, finally, I lift my open mouth to hers.
But before I can land the kiss of my waking and sleeping dreams, she averts her mouth to the side, offering her neck instead.
The move has my head clearing for a brief moment. What the hell am I doing? This is a marriage in name only.
I’m about to pull away from her.
Except right then, she turns her head and starts to suck ravenously on my throat at the same time she reaches down for my cock. She squeezes in a way that has my eyes bulging with need.
I’m consumed again in lust. God, how have I gone this long in my life without her mouth on me and her hand on—
I need to be between her thighs. Now. The consuming need is suddenly driving me mad.
I have to fill her and thrust until we both lose our minds.
“Need you to fuck me,” she breaks away long enough to cry out, mirroring my thoughts. “Never needed anything so much in my life.”
I nod because I know exactly what she means. She guides my cock toward where she’s already drenched and ready. Still, she tortures us both by dragging my tip up and down her wet center. She shudders against the wall.
“Feels,” she shakes, “so,” she shakes some more, “good.”
I grow thicker and throb in her sweet little hand.
“Honey. Phoenix,” is all I can whine while shaking with devastating need. It’s as if every moment of discipline in my whole life is balanced in this moment, about to be satisfied with my first taste of this.
She guides me to her entrance. We both groan in satisfaction when I finally push inside. This is the touch I’ve been starving for my entire existence.
“Don’t be gentle,” she gasps against my neck.
It’s my first time ever being inside a woman.
And this isn’t just any woman. It’s her. Phoenix. I want to go slow. I want to be gentle in spite of her demands. But the craving that has hold of us was never going to allow that.
I push in slow once but quickly understand slow isn’t an option here. She’s tight and wet and so impossibly hot inside. And tight? God, did I mention tight? She clings to me like the tightest glove. A perfect fit designed just for me.
“Move,” she cries out. “Fuck me. I need to feel you deep. I need it hard.”
Pleasure lights up my spine. I pull out and drive into her again. Her softness meets my hardness, but she pushes her hips back against me so it’s a wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.
“Harder, Layden. Harder,” she groans while rotating her hips restlessly against me. Her arms around my shoulders cling tighter. Fingernails dig into my skin.
I draw my cock out of her and feel the cool breeze rushing down the alley on my heated flesh before plunging back inside her welcoming body. She groans needily when I do.
For once, I’ve found someone as hungry as I am.
She grabs one of my hands. “Here,” she whines while showing me how to rub her above where I’m penetrating her.
I thrust a few more times, but she moans as if she’s not getting the satisfaction she needs. She twists on my cock restlessly. I can’t have that. I need her right here on the edge of this furious pleasure with me.
So I pull out and flip her body so she’s facing the wall. She bends over immediately and thrusts her backside toward me. Seeing her round ass extended out in invitation almost makes me spill my load right there. I feel it building in my balls, ready to burst, but this is too good to end.
“So fucking perfect,” I growl while grabbing her hips.
I kick her feet lightly to spread her legs wider.
She bends over further, and I can see her wet pussy glistening.
She’s so wet for me that she’s dripping down her inner thigh.
I shove my cock back inside her and reach a hand around her front.
It’s a much easier angle to strum the sensitive nub she had me reaching for earlier.
If I thought she was groaning before, it’s nothing compared to the way she moans and hisses like a wildcat now as I touch her while I fuck her. She puts both hands against the wall so she can shove her hips back against me harder to meet my every thrust.
“Oh fuck!” she cries. “Fuck me, Layden. Fuck me harder! Fuck me dirty. Harder!”
So I do. I fuck her like I never dreamed I could. I saw my cock in and out of her while holding her hip with one hand. My other hand rubs the top of her sex with steady pressure.
She howls at the moon as she loses control and comes.
She creams all around my cock and squeezes on me so tight I can’t hold it another second even though all I want is to fuck her forever.
The hunger is here and not here at the same time.
I’m finally feeding the craving, giving in to it, and I never want to stop.
Never fucking stop. But it’s an impossible wish.
No one can hold back this freight train of pleasure.
I feel it building at the bottom of my spine.
My balls are tingling like they’re being lit up by sparklers of sensation.
Right before I lose control and come inside her, though, Phoenix slips off my cock and spins around. She falls to her knees right there on the asphalt.
I try to pull her up because I don’t want her hurting her knees. She’s too precious to be kneeling on rough pavement.
But before I can help her to her feet, she has hold of my pulsating cock and pulls it toward her mouth.
“I have to know what you taste like.”
And then she’s swallowing me down while using her teeth along the edge of my shaft. Her fingernails scratch my balls lightly, and I can’t help my reaction. I thought I knew pleasure. I thought I knew what it meant to feel good.
I throw my head back and come down her sweet throat.
Then I collapse on the ground beside her and pull her to my chest. “Phoenix, baby. I never thought we’d get to this place.
I’ve dreamed of this—of you—forever. You feel so good in my arms. All I want from here on out is to make you feel like this every single day.
To worship you the way you deserve. To—”
But suddenly, she yanks away from me and leaps to her feet.
“What?” I sit up in confusion. My cock is still out and half-hard.
Phoenix looks around wildly with her hands moving down her bare midriff. Then down to her sex. I never did get that bra off. We’ll have to fix that next time. She shakes her head hard while her hands go to her hair.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
She jogs over to where she threw off her dress earlier. That’s when I really take in our surroundings. Did I really just take her for the first time in a back alley? That’s not right. My Phoenix deserves silk sheets and the softest mattress money can buy.
I scrub a hand down my face while still shocked by the feeling of being satiated. For once in my entire existence, I’m full.
“Layden,” Phoenix snaps at me.
I look up at her.
“Make yourself decent.”
I glance down at myself with my cock still out. “Oh.”
She turns her back on me as she yanks her dress on over her head with jerky movements.