Perry’s POV
Having soone worry about you felt damn good, and I savored watching Phoebe scramble to find ways to convince to stay.
Sure, it was twisted to feel satisfied seeing my mate’s concern, but hell, it made feel like I actually mattered to her. Like I held weight in her world.
Phoebe had pulled every trick she could dream up, even the most shaless ones.
Because one afternoon, while I was preparing for the southern mission, I caught her glued to so erotic film.
Her cheeks blazed crimson, and she looked mortified. She’d practically pressed her nose to the screen, volu cranked down so the guards outside wouldn’t catch wind of her little viewing session.
They wouldn’t have heard anyway, not unless they barged into the room. Phoebe hadn’t expected to swing by after wrapping up my final strategy eting with the senior warriors and my royal gamma.
She was so absorbed in what she was watching that she didn’t even sense there.
Her hands covered her face, but her fingers stayed spread apart so she could still peek through.
What was the point of the hand coverage then?
Such a silly woman, I thought, but this silly woman belonged to .
Since Phoebe was being so diligent about her research, I’d cut her so slack.
I moved closer and crouched behind my mate.
She still hadn’t noticed .
How could she be so wrapped up in that screen that my presence didn’t even register?
"Enjoying the show?"
Phoebe jerked away, eyes wide with shock, mouth hanging open. For a heartbeat, I expected a scream, but even in her panic, she stayed silent.
"I asked if you like it. Want to give it a shot with ?"
I nodded toward the actress and actor performing oral on screen.
Phoebe shook her head frantically. She was burning up now, and I’d have felt sorry for her if she didn’t look so damn tempting that I wanted to take her apart completely.
My eyes must have telegraphed my thoughts.
My electric blue gaze darkened as I stared at her with pure hunger.
Phoebe swallowed hard, knowing exactly what was coming next. Her eyes dropped involuntarily to my hardness. She could see how I strained against my pants.
But she tried crawling away from . I was intimidating, sure, but sohow that fear sent thrills through her.
Before Phoebe could escape, I grabbed her legs and dragged her back, pinning her down. Her face hit the floor, stomach flat, while I lood over her.
She could feel my solid chest against her back, my erection pressed between her ass cheeks.
"Who gave you this video anyway?" My voice dropped low, seductive, making her tremble. "Tell . I promise I won’t kill them."
Phoebe would have groaned if she could make sound, but she sucked in a sharp breath when I hiked up her dress and smacked her ass.
"Bad girl," I said darkly.
The sting only cranked up the tension, and shaless as it was, Phoebe loved it. She craved that burning sensation. Damn... she couldn’t think straight when I delivered the second slap.
"Tell who it was."
I tucked her hair behind her ear and traced my tongue along her earlobe. Phoebe’s heart nearly stopped when she felt my thumb circling her tight hole.
Why was I touching her there? I shouldn’t be touching her there.
"This feels good, doesn’t it?" I nibbled her earlobe while Phoebe tried escaping the sweet torture. She sensed she wouldn’t survive the building tension, and I wouldn’t go easy on her.
Part of her wanted to flee, but another part scread in her head to stay and see this through. Fuck.
Still, Phoebe couldn’t stop , because it felt incredible.
"Mmm, you’re loving this, aren’t you?"
I always talked dirty during sex, and Phoebe ate it up, especially when I started praising her body randomly mid-act. It boosted her confidence.
Confidence was sothing Phoebe constantly battled, and the way I spoke about her really helped.
"Want to feel here?" I pressed my thumb into her tight entrance, making her eyes go wide. She was stunned, shaking her head. "You never know what you’ll like until you try it. I know you, Phoebe."
I was right. I brought more adventure to our bed than she did, thanks to my experience with other won before her.
Every ti I introduced sothing new, Phoebe would resist at first, only to crave it later. It was our pattern.
"Mmm, that ans you want it," I said with a grin, pulling down her panties. Without hesitation, Phoebe lifted her hips slightly to help strip away that small barrier. "See? I know how eager you are to try new things."
On the TV screen, the actor and actress had shifted to a new position too, but we’d already conquered that one.
"Your scent is intoxicating, my mate." I licked her shoulder. She was still fully dressed, and Phoebe wanted to shed her clothes, but I wouldn’t let her.
"No. I want you clothed. It’ll drive you crazy, won’t it?"
Phoebe swallowed hard. She was right to think she couldn’t handle this.
"Of course you can." I unzipped my pants.
I answered her unspoken question. "You always sell yourself short."
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