Page 91 of Scavenger's Oath
A smirk tugs at my lips as my cock grows.
Flogging him again, he moans, his skin beginning to flame a beautiful red.
The thought of seeing Ivy bent before me with pretty red handprints on her plump cheeks makes precum bead at the head of my cock.
Rubbing the spot with soothing circles, I pull out my length with my other hand, spitting into my palm and slathering myself.
I haven’t prepped him properly, but we’re not doing tenderness right now. He doesn’t deserve it. Not with the way he’s been acting lately.
Gripping myself at the base, I line myself up. “Are you still my slut?”
Myles growls, refusing to answer. Still hanging onto a thread of control like the brat he is.
Grabbing his jaw, I yank his head to the side. “I asked you a fucking question.”
“Yes,” he grits out. “Fuck… yes.”
I push into him in one brutal thrust, his tight ring strangling my crown. He chokes on a moan that sounds half pained, half relieved. As if this is what he needed all along.
My fingers bruise into his hips as I drive into him again, and again, working my way deeper into his ass. The sounds we make echoing in the stark room.
Myles braces against the edge of the table, panting, knuckles white, cursing under his breath. But his body rocks back to meet my every thrust.
“You wanna fight with me over her,” I snarl, leaning over him to graze my teeth along the back of his neck. “But you forget… I’m the one that holdsyourleash.”
He pushes back into me like he wants to take control, but I grab his wrists and pin them behind his back, holding them with one hand. The other wraps around his throat, choking him. Reminding him of the power I hold over him.
“You think dominatinghermakes you the boss?” I hiss into his ear. “Proper domination takes patience. It requires control to take someone to the edge without letting them fall. You think you’re gonna win her over with fear and force?”
He groans, deep, guttural.
“Well, she's not yoursto win anymore. I’ll share her with you… but you’ll beg me for it. You’ll earn the right to touch her again while you grovel at our feet.”
“You fucking hypocrite,” he growls back, voice cracking as I thrust deeper. “You're already obsessed with her.”
I laugh bitterly, hating the truth of it. “Yeah. I am. But I'm stillin you, aren't I?” I emphasise with another brutal thrust.
Myles shudders under me, his walls fluttering around me. He's already close, his whole body twitching, muscles flexing.
“Come for me, you fucking brat,” I demand, voice rough.
“I'mnot…”
“Don't fucking lie. You're about to fall apart.”
He lets out a strangled cry when I reach down and fist his rock-hard cock.
Tightening my grip, I stroke him in time with each punishing thrust as if I'm trying to rewrite our memories. Memories of Ivy running to Zane with tears in her eyes. Of everything I learnt about her this morning. Then having to choke Myles until he passed out on his bedroom floor.
“Phoenix…” he whimpers.
“I know,” I breathe, forehead falling to his back as my tone softens. “Come for me, little maniac.”
He comes with a loud, broken grunts, his hips jerking as hot come spills over my hand and onto the floor.
Following him over the edge, I bite down on his shoulder, groaning as I bury myself deep and fill him up. The heat of our release cuts through the burn of everything I haven't said.
We stay connected for a moment, both of us breathing hard, pressed together in the aftermath of the storm. My chest against his back. Sweat dripping off our bodies.
