Chapter 32
Ivy
Even in the cold tiled room, my body floods with heat.
I can feel the tension, the memory of what happened last time we were in these showers—before everything blew up.
A warm shower is exactly what my rattled mind needs. But my body aches for something else.
Phoenix doesn’t say anything at first. Just flicks the overhead light on. The bathroom glows in soft yellow, the old tiles reflecting it like faded bones.
He steps forward, radiating calm authority, one hand curling around the back of my neck like a claim he doesn’t need to say out loud.
There’s something different in the way he handles me today. Possessive, but softer than before. It seems unlike him.
“Zane told me everything,” Phoenix murmurs close to my ear as if he was reading my mind.
It takes me a minute to realise what he’s talking about. But then it clicks and I freeze.
Everything I told Zane. Who and what I’m running from. He told them?
My heart pounds against my ribs, eyes widening as anxiety rips through my heart. Will Phoenix cast me out? Blame me for bringing trouble to their doorstep?
He just watches my reaction, fingers twitching on the sides of my neck. Then turns, steering me gently toward the shower stalls.
And maybe I’m imagining it, but something about his hold feels tighter. Not cruel. Just… final. As if he’s not fighting with himself anymore.
“You remember what I told you?” Phoenix asks as he steps past me, turning the tap with one quick flick of his wrist. “You’re mine to deal with now.”
Water begins to spill from the showerhead, but his eyes don’t leave mine. “That also means…” he adds, stepping closer, “you’re mine to protect.”
A rush of warmth spreads through my chest. Something terrifyingly close to trust.
“Strip,” he orders flatly. Slicing through my momentary awe. No ‘please’. No patience. But no venom either. Just a command delivered with the casual edge of a man who knows he’ll be obeyed.
He doesn’t turn around and I don’t ask him to this time. My hands tremble, but I don’t hesitate. Gripping the hem of Zane’s oversized shirt, I peel it over my head, dropping it to the floor and doing my best to stand proudly under the soft light.
Lifting my chin, I steel myself. I’m used to being assessed like property. Inspected. Except this time, no fear swirls in my stomach.
His eyes rake over me hungrily, with slow precision, lingering on every bruise. Even the faded mark on my inner thigh where Zane bit me.
I catch the flicker in Phoenix’s expression when he sees it. Simply a twitch of his jaw. He says nothing. But I see the way his fist clenches.
The water behind him is steaming now, filling the air with humidity and heat.
He pulls his shirt over his head and a gasp escapes me as my eyes take in the sharp lines of ink-covered muscle. He seems even bigger when he’s half-naked. Each defined edge of his abs and pecs warns of overpowering strength.
He freezes to let me admire his terrifying body. As if he thinks moving might spook me.
Then he reaches for me, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me into the water with him—his combat boots and pants immediately drenched.
My skin prickles with goosebumps, nipples hardening under the thrum of the warm spray.
“Did he finish you off?” he asks, voice dark, quiet.
I stiffen. Eyes meeting his as my lips part. I hesitate. He means Zane.
“I didn’t—” I whisper, but the lie is thin, already crumbling. Will he be mad at me like Myles was?
“Don’t lie,” he cuts in, voice a low growl as he grabs my jaw forcing me to look at him.
My throat locks and he watches my face. My silence confirms it, but I nod because… it’s true. And I wanted it.
“I thought so,” Phoenix mutters, narrowing his eyes and releasing my face. “Didn't even take much, did it? He just looked at you a certain way, and your legs fell open.”
Unable to find my words, I just frown at the tiled floor. He doesn’t have to be so mean about it.
“But you were thinking about me. Weren’t you? How I got you so needy after just one touch,” he murmurs, his low voice heated.
A pulse flutters low in my stomach.
I nod, ever so slightly. Embarrassment washing over me like the water cascading over our bodies.
He grips my chin between two fingers, gentler now. “Say it, Ivy.”
I meet his dark gaze. “I was… I was thinking about you.”
His jaw tightens and he lets out a deep growl before a dangerous smirk curls at the edge of his mouth. “Good girl,” his voice rumbles.
Something bursts open in my chest, pouring warmth through my body and drowning any flicker of shame.
His mouth crashes against mine, hands seizing my body. Wet and demanding and burning with something deeper than desire.
I moan into him, my hands landing on his hard chest.
Backing me into the cold tiled wall, he pins me there with his enormous body, the water rushing around us like white noise as my nipples tighten more. His hard bulge digs into my lower stomach through the soaked fabric.
“You act like you’re scared,” he breathes against my lips. “But your body says different. You react to every touch so readily,” he murmurs.
Leaning closer he trails a finger over my hip and smirks when I shudder. “Like it remembers how my fingers felt. How they slid inside your pussy so easily. How needy you were.”
He grinds against me, and I can’t hold back the moan that slips out. His filthy words tantalise my mind as he sets my nerve endings alight.
“I’m gonna fuck you this time,” he growls into my neck, nipping just beneath my ear. “I’m going to take my time. And you're going to take everything I give you. I want you to feel every inch of me. Understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp through short breaths as my stomach flutters.
His hand moves between us, fingers sliding between my thighs as his other hand tugs his belt loose.
“No one’s saving you from me this time,” he breathes against my neck, his lips dragging over the wet skin.
I nod, breathless.
He lowers his pants down his thick tattooed thighs, pulling out his hard cock. It’s thick, long and heavy.
He’s much bigger than Myles. I’m actually grateful he isn’t pierced.
My insides clench at the sight of it, of him, feral but controlled all at once. His huge length, a silent threat between us.
Then he grabs my thighs and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses my back to wet tile. His fingers dig into my ass as he glides his cock over me, spreading my wetness and coaxing a delirious moan from me.
Phoenix teases me open with the thick head of his cock as he lines himself up before pushing in, slow, inch by aching inch.
I cry out, my nails scraping down his soaked back. He moves slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. It makes my head spin.
“Fuck. You’re so tight,” he grinds out, head buried in the crook of my neck. “How are you still so untouched? Even after both Myles and Zane had you.”
“Zane didn't—” My voice is cut off by a gasp as my body clenches, pleasure and pain rippling through me, my head tipping back.
He’s stretching me open with agonizing control, every inch sinking into me with purpose.
“Oh?” He lifts his head, arching a brow. “He didn’t actually fuck you? You just let him eat that pussy, didn’t you? You greedy little slut,” he chuckles.
I should feel ashamed. But something in his tone… it almost sounds like he’s impressed.
“F-fuck… Phoenix,” I whimper, grabbing at his huge shoulders as he drives in deeper, beginning to pump slowly.
The bathroom door creaks behind us and my breath catches. “Phoenix…” I gasp, clutching onto him.
But he doesn't stop. Doesn't even look. I can’t see past Phoenix’s broad shoulders, but I know who it is.
I can feel him. That chaotic heat. That reckless need.
Myles.
Frozen, my nails dig into Phoenix’s hard chest.
He feels me tense and tightens his arm around my waist. “Easy,” he drawls against my temple. “I told you. Mine to deal with. Mine to protect.”
The words land like a weight in my chest. Slightly easing the panic flaring in me.
“Myles,” Phoenix calls without looking. “Come in. Shut the door.”
The soft click of the latch echoes through the room. Footsteps approach.
Why is he calling him in? Myles will lose his mind!
My eyes lock onto Phoenix’s, pleading silently as I begin to tremble.
Myles is too close. Too unpredictable. The wild way he reclaimed me after Phoenix and Zane touched me is still fresh in my mind.
But Phoenix’s body stays between us. Solid. Unshakable.
“See how good she looks on my cock?” he says calmly, pulling back just enough to spread my legs and show me off like a prize for Myles to see. “Soaking wet and stretched around me.”
Myles makes a sound—a half-groan, half-moan—and I hear the rustle of fabric as he adjusts himself.
Is he… turned on by this?
“Touch yourself, and I break your fingers,” Phoenix warns still not turning toward him. Myles steps close enough to finally see my face, my flushed skin, the mess I am. “You want to touch her?”
“More than anything,” Myles groans, focus locked on me. That unhinged look in his eyes? Gone. Now he watches with need.
Phoenix thrusts again, deep and brutal, my moans rising to a higher pitch.
“She does miss your mouth,” Phoenix says thoughtfully. “Isn't that right, Ivy?”
I'm panting. Mindless. My head jerks in a nod.
But then he pulls out abruptly, placing me back on my unsteady legs and spinning me to face the wall. With a steadying hand on my hip, he bends me, pushing the side of my face into the tiles.
He looks back at Myles again. “Get on your knees.”
“Yes, Sir,” Myles breathes, dropping to his knees without hesitation.
My throat goes tight. Myles? Kneeling? Saying ‘Sir’? I’ve never seen him like this. Taking orders with desire in his eyes.
He crawls to the small space in front of me, still fully dressed and waits eagerly as if he’s happy to serve.
As water drips off my body, directly onto him, he opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue to catch some.
Myles’s eyes roam down to where Phoenix is lining up with my entrance again, his fingers twitching like he wants to touch me too.
But he doesn’t. He just waits, watching.
Phoenix leans forward again, chest pressing against my back, his voice low in my ear. “Myles wants to apologise to you. So he’s going to grovel at your feet while I fuck you in front of his face. You want him to eat you while I fill your holes, don’t you?”
“He—” My voice breaks, but I nod. I can’t help it. The shame and heat swirl together, in a confusing mix.
“Of course you do,” Phoenix taunts. “You’re a slut for us. Our needy little stray.” Then he speaks to Myles, a cold command. “Lick her like the good boy you are, Myles. Don’t stop until I say.”
Before I can overthink it, I feel Myles’s breath between my legs. His tongue licks up the length of Phoenix’s cock and over my pussy, flicking my sensitive bud. Hot and wet.
My hips dip to meet his mouth, my body acting instinctively as my mind tries to piece together what’s happening.
If Phoenix can command him like this… could I?
Phoenix plunges back into my soaked pussy irreverently, forcing a cry from me as Myles licks over both of us. Moaning hungrily. Needy. Like he's starving for it.
“Don't come,” Phoenix orders.
For a second I think he’s speaking to me, but then Myles’s voice vibrates against me.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why?” I whimper. It’s the only word I can manage. But I have to know what the hell is happening here.
“Myles hates orgasm denial. He wanted you to witness this punishment. To see him suffer for what he did to you,” Phoenix explains, slowing his thrusts.
Looking down at Myles, he meets my gaze with heavy lids and nods. His hands climb up my thighs, fingers twitching against my skin, like he’s holding himself back with everything he has.
I lose myself, eyes rolling back with the pleasure coiling around my spine. Trembling, sensations building quickly, their strong hands steady me.
“Still so fucking tight,” Phoenix growls. “Even after all that attention.” He begins to move deeper. Long, powerful thrusts. Each one dragging across that spot inside me.
With Myles licking us both, it’s overwhelming.
Phoenix grits out a curse. “She taste good, doesn’t she?”
“So fucking good,” Myles pants between licks, voice hoarse. “I wanna taste both of you. Wanna taste her with your come leaking out of her.”
His vulgar words push me closer to the edge. I shudder violently, moans morphing to cries, hands gripping the wall, pressure building fast. Too fast.
I can feel both of them needing me. Taking me. And I love it. I love being the centre of their hunger.
“Hold it,” Phoenix growls in warning, breathing hard, feeling my walls tightening around him as my orgasm builds. “Don’t come yet.”
“I—I can’t—”
“You will,” he snarls, slamming deeper. “Because I fucking said so.”
Caught between Phoenix’s brutal pace and Myles’s desperate mouth, my body spirals out, wracked by waves so intense they blur the edges of consciousness.
I come with a strangled cry, clenching around Phoenix's cock, grinding into Myles’s moaning mouth.
Phoenix grunts, pace faltering. “Fuck… I can’t hold it,” he growls. “You disobedient little brat… oh fuck… uuhhh… it’s so good.”
He bites down on my shoulder, groaning as he spills into me, hot and full, cock twitching deep inside me.
Holding me through the aftershocks, his heavy breaths blow strands of my hair while Myles licks up everything that drips out, whimpering but still not daring to touch himself.
Phoenix groans, still shaking, grip firm but not painful. And I realise—he’s not hurting me for disobeying him. I couldn’t stop myself from coming, but he’s not punishing me for it. In fact, it made him come.
He fell apart because of it.
They’re both holding onto me like I’m the only thing keeping them alive.
Phoenix presses his forehead to my back, his hot breath skating over my skin in bursts. “You did so fucking well, babygirl,” he pants.
Sagging bonelessly, Phoenix wraps his arms around my waist to relieve my legs. Myles is still on his knees, desperate for more and unsatisfied, and for the first time in years… I don’t feel powerless.
The only thing I feel is Phoenix’s arms around me, Myles’s grip on my thighs. Guarded. Safe. Treasured.
They say I’m theirs. But in this moment… I feel like I own them.