Midnight Moonrising (Moonrising #2)(65)

I watched his eyes as he filled me in one swift thrust, and they changed. The intensity shining out of them morphed into something wild, something animalistic. I met him, thrust for thrust. From at the edge of the bed, he repeatedly slammed into me, while he stood just out of reach. My fingers clutched the sheets, mindless. Hisses of air escaped his lips in a rush, and as he dropped his thumb to my clit, I suddenly felt weightless.

I floated in a sea of sensations, lost in Phoenix's feral gaze, just feeling. Lava coursed through my veins, and I clawed at the sheets… anything for release. I could feel myself climbing the precipice of oblivion, and before I jumped, I saw his eyes change again.

As I fell, waves of pleasure crashed over me, pimpling my skin with goosebumps. His eyes were the only thing to focus on.

Tenderness shone in them, reaching out and caressing my skin with their gaze.


Scooting my limp body up onto the bed, he followed, his body covering mine fully, the warmth of his skin sending me spiraling with more sensations. He caged me in with his elbows, and I was happy to finally be able to touch him again. My hands immediately fisted in his hair, as his mouth crashed against mine, teeth clashing with teeth, tongues melding.

We breathed the same air as Phoenix poised himself at my entrance again. Apparently, he'd had a change of heart and, instead of f*cking me into oblivion, he was going to be a little sweeter. I gasped at the sensations again, as my body stretched around him. Then he moved.

Oh God, if Phoenix slamming into me was good, this was heavenly. As he stroked my insides with each thrust in and out, I again went into Mindless Mena Land, where I couldn't think at all, only feel. With his cool skin rubbing across my heated body, lubricated by my slick sweat, I lost myself to the experience. I could smell him—his body wash, his sex. It was heady. Grunts, whimpers and groans thickened the air, and I couldn't tell who they belonged to. His deep blue eyes reached inside me, stoking that flame, licking it to life again.

The pressure inside was building and the only release was on top of me, his body weight pressing me into the mattress. Instead of being oppressive, it was erotic as Phoenix continued his slow stroking—in, out—in, out.

The smooth muscles on his back contracted under my fingers as he dipped his head to my neck. Opening his mouth on the delicate skin, I felt his incisors release, right before they sank into my flesh.

The rush was exquisite. Blinding colors detonated behind my eyelids as I squeezed them shut to focus on the impressions of Phoenix. Nothing was physical anymore, it was all impressions. I was aware of being filled, rubbed, stoked—I was aflame, burning from the inside out.

I became invincible—treasured like this. Phoenix had said it before, and now I understood, because I felt the same about him as he did about me. He was everything I never knew I wanted. And now that he was mine, now that he had filled that empty void in my heart where he belonged, I doubted I could cope if he was ever taken from me.

I leapt into the chasm of oblivion again, sure I could fly. He leapt with me.

We lay there panting for what could have been either minutes or weeks. I didn't know, nor did I care. For the first time in my life, I felt satiated.

"I just needed to know that you wouldn't regret it and hate me after we did that, Mena," he said, his voice deep and husky with the after effects of our little sexcapade. "I've f*cked up so much already when it comes to you, and it kills me to know that Rhodes' hands are on your body when you aren't with me. I don't want to give you another reason to enjoy being with him."

I grinned. "I guess it's a good thing you are fantastic in bed then."

He chuckled as he rolled off me, but it sounded forced, and I realized then that he wasn't looking at me. I reached for him when he started to pull away. He stilled, but it was a good ten seconds before he turned those amazing eyes on me. "You matter to me, Mena," he finally said as he studied me, but I couldn't do anything except stare back. I couldn't form words and speak aloud what I felt for him. I guess I was afraid my words would mean a lot more than 'you matter to me'. I was scared to death if I opened my mouth 'I love you' would tumble out. "I don't know what this is between us, but I can't let you go."

"I don't want you to," I managed to say.

"How can you trust me after everything you've been through? I broke my promise—"

"I didn't ask you to promise me anything, Phoenix. You came up with that all on your own as a bribe to get me here, and then you and my wolf conspired against me and forced me to come anyway. That's the only mistake you've made. You took the option away from me. I would have come on my own. In case it's not bluntly obvious, I'm ready for us to move forward."

"You're sure?" he said, a mixture of doubt and hope fighting each other for residence in his expression.

I smiled. "Oh, yeah… I'm more than sure about that."

He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss, letting his lips linger on mine a sweet moment longer before moving away. "Come," he said, holding his hand out for me once his legs were free of the tangled sheets. "We need to shower and get ready. My clan wants to meet you before we go visit the witches tonight."

I beamed at him as he led me to the bathroom. "You're letting me go with you this time?"

He grinned slyly. "You say that like I actually have a choice in the matter. I'm almost positive if I refused to let you go that you wouldn't let what we just did happen again until I conceded."