Chapter 10
Phoenix
Zane’s voice has been echoing in my head all day. I can’t get rid of it no matter how I try to busy myself.
It held the kind of desperation of a man trying not to fall back into a version of himself he thought he’d left behind.
I meant what I said. I'll deal with Myles.
Part of me can’t wait to deal with Myles. It’s been too long since I felt his lips wrapped around my cock.
The other part has avoided this all day. Because if I don't get this right, he's going to ruin everything over a fucking girl. Then Zane will stop asking for help and start solving problems his own way.
None of us can afford that.
It took Zane so long to learn to ask for help in the first place. He found solace in channelling his violent urges onto ‘people who deserve it’.
And I can tell that he’s starting to see Myles as deserving.
The stairs creak under my boots as I head upstairs, a cold draft slipping through the cracks in the decaying walls. Myles’s room is the closest to the stairs. Closest to the exit, the only way he can rest. It’s been that way since before the collapse.
Myles’s door is cracked open already. The warm afternoon sun casts the room in a yellow glow that makes everything feel like it's about to tip sideways.
I push the door open with my boot and step inside.
He’s shirtless, halfway through unlacing his boots. Glistening with sweat like he's just been burning off whatever rage he hasn't managed to throw at the girl.
His eyes flick up before that cocky grin slides into place. “Didn't think I was on your cuddle list today.”
Shutting the door behind me, I keep my expression stoic. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
His grin falters. “Nothing she couldn't handle,” he mutters, shrugging as he rests his elbows on his knees. “Didn't think you cared.”
“I don't,” I retort.
“Fucking Zane,” he grumbles to himself, coming to the obvious conclusion before jumping to his feet. “I didn't hurt her.”
“Apparently she's bruised,” I grind out.
His chest puffs, voice rising with every word. “Oh, fuck off! You let Zane cry to you for five minutes and now you're suddenly Saint fucking Phoenix, protector of the meek?”
“I'm the one keeping your mess from turning into a war inside these walls. It's not about Zane or even her. You're getting sloppy.”
“Yeah, well,” he barks a humourless laugh. “Maybe if she stopped acting like a cornered animal, and started being a little more grateful, then I wouldn't have lost my shit.”
“She is a cornered animal! She's fucking terrified,” I snap, stepping into him.
“I'm the one who rescued her,” he snarls. “I have every right to her!”
My jaw ticks.
He grins again, as if it’s a challenge.
“Keep lying to yourself,” I grind out. “I know you don't want to break her.”
He laughs again, bitter and cracked. “Yeah? So, I guess I should just step back and let Zane take her from me? Or you? You want her now too?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger into my chest.
He barely has time to react before I've got him by the collar, slamming him into the wall hard enough to rattle the plaster.
He laughs. Laughs in my face.
“There he is,” he coughs, smiling wide. “There's the real you.”
“Keep pushing,” I growl, low and deadly. “You have no idea how close you are.”
“You think I'm scared of you?” Myles laughs again, taunting as usual, despite me leaning harder into him. “You're just jealous, Phoenix. Pissed that you didn’t find her first. You think she's watching every move we make and figuring out who to fuck to stay safe. Well she’s mine.”
I don’t give a fuck about her. It’s him I want. He can’t even tell where my jealousy is directed. All he can focus on right now is her. That feral stray. He hasn’t touched me all week.
Nostrils flaring, I let him go and step back.
Fuelled by his misplaced jealousy, Myles swings at me. Ducking his fist, I grab his wrist and use his momentum to launch him onto the bed.
He bounces, scrambles, but I'm already on top of him. One hand on the back of his neck, a knee pressing into his spine, I pin him like a wild animal.
He bucks hard beneath me. Let him try.
“Done?” I growl, threat in my tone.
His eyes blaze. Chest heaves. But his arms stop fighting, the fight leaving him.
“You done, Myles?” I repeat, straddling his round ass.
He grits his teeth and bucks his hips, rubbing against my cock. Knowing he’s making me hard, begging for punishment.
I press harder on his neck, reminding him his only role here is to submit like prey who already lost the fight. “Say it.”
His mouth moves, the words ground out like stone across concrete. “…Done.”
I ease up a little. “Good boy,” I drawl, voice gritty. “Now, you gonna apologise for trying to hit me?”
He nods once, knowing the kind of apology I’m expecting.
Myles’s tongue darts out to wet his lips as if he can’t contain his hunger. Not just for cock… for this. For me. For the version of me that he can provoke into taking control.
He always did like getting slapped back into place.
Rising off him, I stand and unbuckle my belt as he slides off the bed, falling to his knees as if it’s a relief to submit to me again.
“You wanna be part of this group? Start acting like it,” I order, tone commanding.
He looks up at me with those wild hazel eyes and licks his lips.
“We have better ways of dealing with frustration than taking our anger out on girls, don’t we?” I say evenly as I free my hard cock.
He eyes it hungrily, forgetting I asked a question.
My hand snaps out and fists his messy blonde hair. “Don’t we?” I bark.
His eyes find mine again, full of submission now. “Yes Sir,” he breathes.
Wasting no time, I plunge into his mouth, groaning despite myself as his warm mouth wraps around me like he never forgot how to worship me.
He licks up my shaft, slow and practiced before hollowing his cheeks and sucking as if he’s been starving for this.
But I’m still too heated to let him enjoy this.
This isn’t a reward.
This is punishment.
And I’m going to make sure he feels it.
Gripping his hair with both hands, I push deeper until I hit the back of his throat, and I hear him gag.
“Open for me and let me punish that throat. Show me how sorry you are, my little maniac,” I growl, giving him a second to choose.
He eagerly readjusts his tongue, opening his throat for me to reach deeper. I push in, his tight throat squeezing the head of my cock before pulling back slightly and thrusting in harder.
My fingers twitch in his hair and I have to focus on keeping my grip tight. Good god—Myles always did know how to make my knees weak.
I fuck his throat, expelling all my frustration on him. He takes it as if he’s only been escalating to bring out this side of me.
Feeling his throat constrict around my crown as he sucks me with passion makes my head swim.
“Mmmh, good boy,” I hum.
Thrusting in again, slower this time but deeper, he swallows me down, eyes closed with pleasure like memories are washing over both of us.
I’ve missed seeing him like this. Sensations build in the base of my spine as I watch him.
This was meant to be a punishment. But it’s been a while since I felt the ecstasy of his mouth. And fuck… my resolve is crumbling.
“Just needed reminding, didn’t you?” I pant as I thrust in and out of his tight, wet throat, trying desperately to keep control long enough.
His eyes open and find mine. Half-lidded with ecstasy as I dominate him.
Fuck, that look in his eyes. As if I’m the only one he wants. It undoes me.
Myles moans in response, the vibrations causing my breath to catch as my balls tighten. His eyes flash with satisfaction and I can almost see the brattiness shining through.
Then he reaches for his cock, rubbing himself through his pants.
I bat his hand away. “This isn’t for you. Only good boys get to come,” I reprimand. “Just because you’re behaving now doesn’t mean I forgot how you’ve been acting all week.”
He whimpers, raw with frustration, eyes pleading. Good. I love it when he begs.
It’s hard to deny him when we both want the same thing, but he needs this lesson before he goes completely off the rails.
My breath comes out in short puffs as I pull his face harder onto my cock, ready to explode.
Myles knows me well enough to see I’m teetering on the edge.
Like the brat he is, his hands slide up the back of my thighs, using his hold to bury my cock even further down his throat. Swallowing every last inch, he pours every filthy, desperate ounce of regret and need into it.
I throw my head back, a strangled noise escaping.
He’s devouring me as if I’m his last meal. He knows exactly how to unravel me and enjoys it too fucking much.
But I can’t hold it any longer.
My hips buck instinctively as hot come pulses out of me, directly down his throat. So deep, that swallowing isn’t an option.
Breathing heavily, I pull out and let him lick me clean, cock twitching with aftershocks.
Myles is silently begging that I’m not finished with him yet. Eyes full of longing, he licks his lips, still on his knees.
He doesn’t say anything but those wild eyes aren’t just full of submission anymore. They’re full of something that makes me want to drag him into bed and give him what we’ve both been missing.
Releasing a shaky breath, I tuck my dick away and stare down at him. If I don’t walk away now, I know I’m going to be hard again in two minutes.
I hate how good he is at this. How he plays me and makes me want to give him everything.
But I have to stay in control.
“Talk to Zane. I won’t have this shit under my roof,” I order, turning to leave.
Pausing at the threshold, jaw tight, I throw one last look at him.
He’s still on his knees, chest heaving, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. He looks wrecked but not broken.
Never broken.
And fuck, I want to drag him into the bed and ruin us both.
But I can’t afford to want him right now.
Not when he’s being manic and downright reckless.
I need to stick to why I came in here in the first place.
“If you two keep fighting over her… I’ll get rid of her myself,” I grind out and slam the door behind me.