SEVENTEEN
PHOENIX
The scent of my mate in my room has me twitching with anticipation. The entire walk up to my room, her plump ass was right up against my face, begging to be bit. I want to cover her in my marks and my cum so that not a single creature in existence has any doubts about who she belongs to.
This may have started as a bet, but tonight, I go all in.
“Put me down, Pyro!” she shrieks as she hits my back again.
If it were any other woman, I’d immediately listen and drop her. But this is my mate, my house, and my night.
I’m not letting her get away.
Kicking in the door to my bedroom, I smack her on the ass.
The round globe of her flesh jiggles beneath my fingers, causing blood to rush to my cocks.
I want this woman beyond reason, beyond sanity.
I want to spend the night devouring every inch of her until she’s a mewling mess of pleasure and satisfaction.
I kick the door shut behind us and storm across the room towards the large bed in the center of the room.
“As you wish,” I tell her with a smirk as I hoist her back up off my shoulder and drop her onto the crisp white sheets.
She huffs as she hits the bed. Her breasts bounce as she falls, the hideous fabric of her dress sliding down just enough to show me a peek of her dusty pink nipple.
My cocks twitch in response. I drink in the sight of this wildly intoxicating female splayed out for me on my bed.
It’s the most alluring sight I’ve ever seen.
My cocks stand firm and ready, dripping precum from the thick, dark tips.
“I meant put me down gently,” she grunts as she adjusts her dress, covering herself back up. Well, that won’t do. “Not toss me like a sack of fucking potatoes.”
My talon tipped fingers itch to pump my cocks but I refrain. I want to feel the warmth of her cunt wrapped around me, not cum in my hand as I watch her… again.
“Take off your clothes,” I demand. Flames flick around my shoulders and down the feathers of my wings at the prospect. I want to spread her wide and devour her sweet little cunt until she’s a begging, pleading—
“No.”
I blink at her, trying to process what she said. Her arms are crossed over her chest, which honestly is less intimidating than she thinks because it makes her breasts look phenomenal. Imagine how pretty the pale mounds of flesh would look streaked with red marks of fiery—nope. Focus.
“No?” I ask her incredulously as I motion to the dual throbbing members between my thighs.
Her eyes glance down. Immediately, I can see that she’s more affected than she’d like to let on. The way her pupils dilate, her pulse quickens, her thighs clench, tells me she wants me just as badly as I want her.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she counters as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. I wonder if she’s thinking about my unique taste. I bet she craves it. “Answer my questions—honestly.” She levels me with a stare that would make weak men wither, but I’m no man. “And I’ll take off my clothes.”
“An answer for a piece of clothing?” I ask, my temperature rising and embers glowing beneath my skin at the prospect.
“Deal,” she says as she moves to perch on the edge of the bed. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Just since the night we met at Yovik’s,” I tell her honestly.
“I’d been… dealing with someone in a warehouse a few nights before his masquerade.
I watched him finger-fuck you in the alley.
” Her cheeks turn a delicious shade of red at the admission.
“I didn’t know it yet, but a part of me recognized you as my mate even then.
I couldn’t stop myself from wanting you. ”
She assesses me for a minute before bending at the waist. With an elegance that only women seem to possess, she slips the jeweled heels from her feet and tosses them across the room.
“When we were on the roof, spying on Mikhael,” she begins, eyeing me suspiciously. “Those were your men following me, weren’t they? And you already knew exactly how Mikhael would react, didn’t you?”
I try to stop the smug smirk from pulling at my lips, but it’s a losing battle.
“Yes and yes,” I admit with a sly shrug.
She scowls but slips her earrings and bracelets off and tosses them on the floor.
“What does it mean that I’m your mate?” she asks, getting right down to it. The urge to touch her, to stroke the skin along her arm, is driving me insane.
I try to think of the words to explain the feeling of fate. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. You were made for me, and I for you. You’re destined to make me whole, complete. I’ve waited centuries, eons even to find you.”
My skin flushes with heat at the admission. The words are vulnerable and it feels as if I’m opening myself up in a way which is wholly unfamiliar.
“Eons?” she asks as her eyebrows rise. “How old are you?”
A smile pulls at my lips. She’s not running from this. She’s not rejecting me. Perhaps it doesn’t sound as crazy as I worried it might.
“Uh-uh.” I admonish as I wave a taloned finger at her. “That’s another question.”
She rolls her eyes and lets out a huff. But she doesn’t protest. Standing, she slips the slender straps from her shoulders.
The hideous golden fabric slides down her body, slowly revealing more and more of her to me, before pooling at her feet.
She stands before me in just a black lace thong and nothing more.
A growl rumbles from my chest as I take her in.
She’s perfect. Her flesh is pale and pristine.
Her beautiful breasts are full and round and tipped with the prettiest pink nipples.
The curve of her breasts dip to a smaller waist before splaying wide again at her full hips. She’s utter perfection—and she’s mine.
“Next question, Pyro,” she states. Her voice is lower and huskier now, revealing her desire.
“I want you, Printsessa,” I growl as my hand falls to my cocks, running along the ridged lengths slowly. She watches with rapt attention as I stroke myself, her nipples pebbling with desire.
“Last question,” she promises, and I can tell she’s nearly as desperate as I am. “What exactly are you?”
A low chuckle echoes off the walls as I react to her question.
My bedroom is dark and masculine with ebony wood accents and black and white decor.
I never realized how truly empty it is before this moment, before having my mate in my space.
Now I want to fill it with life and light.
I will call my decorator tomorrow and put Marisa in charge.
I take a step towards her, watching as she tenses in anticipation.
“I am ancient,” I tell her as I begin to round her.
She tracks my movements closely. “I am a creature born from the remnants of the past.” I move closer and watch as her chest rises and falls swiftly, her breasts heaving.
“I am neither of this world nor any other.” She lets out a low whimper as I slide behind her, letting the flames from my finger whisper across her shoulder lightly.
I lean down and smell her hair. She smells sweet and sinful and like she belongs to me.
“I am fire.”
I let my heated talon trace across the length swell of one breast. Then the other. She whimpers and moans as the warm claw leaves a bright red mark across her chest.
“I am fury.”
Reaching down, I roughly tear the delicate strip of lace off her body. She shrieks in surprise as she is rid of her final piece of clothing. My cocks twitch in anticipation as I take in the sight of my mate in my bedroom, bare for me.
“I am flames.”
Retracting my claws, I bring my thick digits to the space between her legs. Rubbing lightly against the outside, I find her soaked. She moans in delight and spreads her legs, allowing me access. I slide my fingers up to her clit and rub small circles around the hardening nub.
“I am yours,” I growl as I lean down and sink my teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder right as I slide my fingers deep inside her.
She screams. The sound causes my cocks to swell further. Her warm, metallic blood coats my tongue as her desire drips down my fingers. I pump in and out of her, scissoring her open and preparing her to take all of me.
“Phoenix,” she whimpers, and she begins to move her hips, writhing against my fingers. “Please,” she whines.
“What is it you want, moya p?těn?c??” I ask as I fuck her deeper, harder. I add a third finger and she mewls loudly. “Use your words, beautiful.”
“I—,” she stammers as I pound relentlessly into her with my fingers, stretching her nice and wide. “I—I want to ride you.”
I swear I black out. Did she just say what I think she said? Maybe I got shot in the wing and it actually killed me. Am I dead? Is this Heaven? Who am I kidding? I’d have a lot of explaining and repenting to do before they let me into Heaven.
“You want to what?” I ask as I remove my fingers and spin her to stare at me.
She looks at me with lust laced eyes. I’ve never seen such hunger before.
“Get on the bed,” she demands.
Who am I to say no?
Swiftly climbing onto my enormous, custom made, fireproof bed, I lay down on my back. Golden feathers splay around me as my wings flatten out. My ember-rimmed eyes nearly bug out of my head as I watch her climb over me and brace herself with a knee on either side of me.
“Marisa, this might be too much,” I argue despite my desperation for her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
My concern dies on my tongue as I watch her position herself above me, holding both my twisted members in her hands. I place my hands on her hips to help hold her steady. Once in place, she meets my gaze, a look of fiery determination on her face.
“I’m your mate, right?” she states as she slowly begins to lower herself. The fit is so tight I nearly choke as her warmth wraps around my dual heads. I groan loudly as she sinks lower. “I’m made to take you.”
She lowers herself at an antagonizingly slow pace. She’s so tight, so fucking tight. There’s no way I’ll last long when she feels this fucking good.
“Shit,” she moans with her head thrown back as she sinks lower and lower.
“Moya p?těn?c?, please,” I beg.
Her blue eyes clash with mine and she nods ever so slightly. “Take me, Pyro.”
Her words snap my restraint. The beast within, the one who needs to claim her, comes barrelling to the surface.
My talons dig into the flesh of her hips as I use my grip to bounce her up and down on my cocks.
More. More. More. Each thrust, I drive deeper and deeper inside her.
Her walls widen to accommodate me, taking me deeper inside of her sweet pussy.
“Phoenix,” she whimpers once I’m fully seated inside of her.
“You love these monster cocks, don’t you?” I goad her as I continue to thrust up into her, bouncing her up and down the ridges of my twisted cocks in a way which has her moaning and whimpering.
“Yes,” she whines as I hit a spot deep inside her.
A smirk pulls at my lips. I fuck the same spot again and again and again. She moans and whines as her body tenses and her walls flutter around my monstrous members.
“Come on, Printsessa,” I bite out through clenched teeth. “Cream on my cocks.”
She cries out as she comes, her whole body going rigid as pleasure runs through her.
Her cunt squeezes my cocks so tight that my vision begins to blur.
And then I feel the dam within her burst as she begins to cascade release all over my cocks, my thighs, my bed.
She squirts so hard that the pressure is maddening.
Her explosive release triggers my own. Pleasure hits me so hard it takes the air from my lungs.
I roar against her shoulder as rope after rope of release fills her throbbing pussy.
I cling to her like a lifeline as both my cocks empty into her womb, filling her so completely that it drips down her cunt and onto my thighs.
“Well shit, Pyro,” she huffs between panting breaths as she falls against me. “That was incredible.”
Pride and satisfaction swirl through my chest as I hold her. I made my mate squirt. Both of us lay there as we come down, our breaths mingling together.
“Shit,” I suddenly say, pushing her upwards and examining her. “You’re not too hot, are you?”
She smiles at me and swats me away. Laying back down, she curls up against my chest. Her hand reaches out, pulling my wing up. I relent and wrap my golden feathers around her naked form, covering us both.
“Relax, Monster Man,” she says with a yawn, “I’m always cold. I like your heat.”
“My perfect mate,” I coo with a smile as I hold her tightly against my chest and wait for sleep to take her.
Tomorrow there will be problems to face.
I will need to deal with Mikhael and the vacancy of Aleksander’s position.
Aleksander’s trafficking ring will need to be dismantled and the victims helped.
Those who helped in this will also have to be dealt with.
I will have to figure out how to live as the man Marisa needs and the monster she craves.
Plus, I still need to steal the painting from Mikhael and win the bet.
But those problems don’t seem as daunting as they might have in the past. The knowledge that whatever might happen next, I shall face it with my mate by my side, makes the prospect of tomorrow brighter than it’s ever been.