Page 56 of Fastlander Phoenix

She didn’t recognize the look in his eyes. Wreck didn’t seem to be home. Not yet.

“Are you with me?” she asked softly.

He rolled his eyes closed, inhaled deeply, and closed the door behind him. When he opened his eyes, softness existed there once again.

The smile that stretched her face felt good. “Want me to run you a shower?”

“You don’t have to be nice to me like this,” he murmured in a gruff voice. He was hoarse, as if he’d been screaming.

“I did some research on shifters after I met you at the hospital,” she said happily as she made her way to the bathroom.“You have to Change sometimes, and then you’ll feel better and more balanced. If you go too long without it, little things can get to you easier. For example, you being annoyed with the Fastlanders, and you posting up when Drea was pushing you today, and talking about my family. Do you Change often enough?”

He'd followed her into the bathroom. “You say it like you’re asking if I drank enough water today. Changing, for me, is dangerous. For the world, not for myself.”

Timber turned the shower on. “Well, perhaps your phoenix is suffering from emotional constipation because you are always forcing him to stay inside of you until there is no control.”

“Stop doing therapy for a few minutes,” he murmured in an exhausted tone.

“Would you like to see my titties instead?” she asked.

He froze for a couple of breaths, and then relaxed back onto the bathroom countertop. “That would literally fix all of my problems right now.”

He wasn’t even done talking before she lifted her shirt up and exposed the lacy bralette. “It’s the same one as yesterday, so not as great a surprise, but I haven’t been home to pick you out another one.”

“You picked this one out for me?” he asked, staring hungrily at her cleavage. “I thought you said it wouldn’t be a booty-call dinner.”

“Well, I might have changed my mind if you were really nice to me. Maybe I would’ve been spontaneous and fun and kept you on your toes, and given you surprises, like this bra. Maybe you would’ve figured all that out if you didn’t stand me up.”

“Biggest regret of my life,” he muttered distractedly as he reached forward and cupped her breasts.

A moan of pleasure escaped her lips, and she pressed forward so he didn’t have to reach as far. Good gah, this man knew how to touch her.

“We’re going to be late to the birthday party,” he ground out, pulling her against him.

“Good. Let’s not go.”

He spun her around, grabbed her hair in the back, and angled her face up to look at herself. “Oh, we’re going. I’m just warning you, we will be late.”

She didn’t even recognize her own wicked smile in the mirror. It hadn’t existed before Wreck. “Oooh, that’s okay with me, I suppose.”

He pulled her shirt over her head, unfastened her lacy bralette in the back and pulled it from her arms, then leaned his chest against her back and angled his lips next to her ear. “You’re going to make an entrance with an entourage of shifters behind you, and me beside you. You’ll hold your head up high, and you’ll be classy and gracious. If they cross any lines, you look to me and I’ll handle it. You won’t stoop, because that’s not what queens do.” He gently sucked on her sensitive earlobe, and a soft, helpless sound escaped her throat. In a low, rumbling voice, he told her, “You’re going to walk in there full of my cum.”

“Possessive,” she whispered shakily.

“You have no idea,” he gritted out. “I was gentle the first time. That was for you. Now I’m going to make you remember who the fuck you belong to.”

Chills of excitement trembled up her spine. Oooh, she liked him dominant and in control of her in these moments.

Wreck slid his hand from her waist to gently stroke along her panty-line, and she trembled again. Oh, she knew what he could do to her body. He’d been getting her addicted already.

He tightened his grip on her hair and moved her face to the side, sucked on her neck as he pulled at the drawstring of hercotton shorts. He shoved them roughly down her hips, slid his hand to her front and cupped her sex, then slipped two fingers inside of her. She was ready for him. He murmured that she was a “Good girl,” which just turned her on more.

He angled her face back to her reflection in the mirror and whispered, “You’re going to watch yourself get fucked by a monster.”

The emotionally-sensitive angel on her shoulder wanted to argue that he wasn’t a monster, but the devil on her other shoulder wasn’t about to let the angel lie.

She’d seen his fiery wings and his struggle for control. She’d seen the damage he could do so easily. She’d seen the hot and cold.

Oh, he was a monster…but he washermonster.

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