Phoebe’s POV
We pulled into the Crimson Moon pack just as midnight struck, and exhaustion weighed heavily on my bones. I couldn’t rember the last ti I’d endured such a lengthy car ride.
Actually, I could - it was when Perry had taken from the Obsidian Claw pack to his palace. But that journey had been different. Timothy’s terrible jokes had filled the silence, and despite how cringeworthy they were, I’d found myself laughing anyway.
I suppose I was desperate for any kind of human connection back then. Those monts had made feel lighter sohow, more like myself. The stuttering stopped, the walls I’d built around myself crumbled just a little.
These past few days had been a revelation. My spirits had lifted considerably, though mornings still brought that awful churning in my stomach and waves of dizziness that left reeling.
"Should we wake her up?" Timothy’s voice drifted through my drowsy haze. I felt his gaze on as I used Perry’s thigh as a makeshift pillow, too tired to care about propriety.
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Perry’s POV
I gazed down at Phoebe’s peaceful face, sothing tender unfurling in my chest. Timothy’s expression twisted with disgust at whatever he saw in my features. He was accustod to my fury, my ruthless nature - this gentleness clearly unsettled him.
"Tell them to keep quiet and show to our room," I instructed Alpha Phil with a brief nod. The alpha had been waiting with his beta, gamma, and other ranking mbers to welco properly.
"Understood." Timothy slipped from the car to speak with Alpha Phil, whose initial confusion quickly shifted to comprehension.
When Timothy returned, he confird the alpha would escort to my quarters. "Want to carry her?" he offered, then recoiled under my withering glare. "Right, you’ve got it covered."
I lifted Phoebe with careful precision. Sleep had claid her completely after the long journey and her earlier laughter with my gamma. The mory of her happiness, the musical quality of her laughter - it was a sound I’d been starving for without realizing it.
Her head nestled against my chest as I cradled her, making my way toward the pack house. The gathered wolves bowed their heads in submission, baring their necks as protocol demanded, but maintained their silence as instructed.
Still, curious glances followed the woman in my arms. Rumors about her had been spreading like wildfire, especially after our recent public appearance together. That single outing had ignited a firestorm of speculation and breathed new life into existing gossip.
"This way, my king." Alpha Phil opened the door to the room he’d prepared. "Rest well."
I acknowledged him with a nod before entering. He closed the door softly behind and departed.
The quarters were modest compared to my palace chambers, but this was the pack house’s finest room - the master bedroom reserved exclusively for my visits. Even the alpha refused to use it, despite my infrequent appearances here.
Gently, I lowered Phoebe onto the bed and pulled the covers over her. I studied her face for a long mont, then leaned closer. Sothing felt... different. Her scent had shifted sohow.
Others might miss such a subtle change, but as her mate - and after our recent intimacies - I could detect the alteration. It was barely perceptible, yet undeniably present.
I pushed the thought aside, cleaned up, extinguished the lights, and settled beside her. Moonlight stread through the window, casting elongated shadows across the floor from the table beneath it. Peace settled over the room.
Until a touch jolted awake. Despite being a light sleeper, I was startled to find Phoebe reaching for . Her eyes held that heavy-lidded look of soone caught between sleep and waking as she pulled my head down for a kiss.
Her movents were clumsy, desperate, as she pressed herself against with obvious need.
"What are you doing?" I asked, even as I returned her kiss willingly.
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Phoebe’s POV
A soft sound escaped as I let my tongue explore his mouth awkwardly. I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my breast, silently demanding his touch.
Perry complied, his fingers squeezing gently, drawing a moan from deep in my throat. Heat flooded through at the contact.
"Fuck, Phoebe. I’m going to take you," he growled against my lips, but his rough words only stoked the fire burning inside .
I found the position I craved - straddling him, claiming control while he allowed it. When I felt his hardness pressing against my entrance, another moan spilled from my lips, clearly driving him wild with desire.
I could see the restraint in his eyes, the way he wanted to flip over and take roughly from behind, but sothing in my expression made him pause. He wanted to watch reach my peak.
My hips began to move in a rhythm as old as ti while I kissed him hungrily. His hands gripped firmly, massaging my backside before his thumb found a more intimate target.
The unexpected intrusion made gasp, my eyes flying to et his. Nothing existed in that gaze but pure lust and desperate longing.
"Ride , Phoebe. Show how you’ll use to satisfy yourself," he commanded, pushing deeper while tearing away my panties and positioning himself at my entrance with deliberate intent.
"Yes... that’s it..." The words tumbled from my lips incoherently as I moved up and down his length. The intensity made it difficult for him to maintain his rhythm, so he shifted his attention to my breasts instead. They weren’t large, but they fit perfectly in his palms.
When he pinched my nipples, lightning shot through my system. I moved faster, chasing the building pressure. So close now, and I could feel how tightly I was gripping him.
My body went rigid, then exploded into tremors as I cried out his na loud enough to wake the entire pack house.
But Perry didn’t care. Before I could recover from the waves of pleasure, he flipped over and drove into from behind. I’d gotten what I needed - now it was his turn to be satisfied.
Collapsed on my elbows and knees, I felt the tension rebuilding despite having just climaxed monts before.
"Fuck, Phoebe. You’re incredible."
"I can’t... it’s too much..." I whimpered, overwheld by the intensity. Every nerve ending felt electrified, hypersensitive. Another explosion seed inevitable if he continued, but stopping wasn’t in the king’s vocabulary.
"You can handle it. You’re going to take every inch of this."
His thrusts grew harder, deeper, more demanding.
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