Chapter 40: Chapter 40 His Savage Morning Claim
Phoebe’s POV
I woke feeling satisfied, my body light against the sleeping king behind me. His possessive embrace sent heat coursing through me—his body temperature making every inch of my skin burn.
The sky outside had turned crimson, the sun creeping over the horizon. A beautiful morning, yet my mind raced through what had happened when the heat consumed me the night before.
My lips pressed together, discomfort flooding me as I remembered how I’d moaned his name, how I’d begged him to take me.
Wouldn’t this just fuel his belief in those rumors about me begging Kevin for the same thing?
My brows furrowed as the thoughts spiraled.
And that wasn’t all—I’d actually asked the king to kill me right before that mind-shattering sex. Everything crashed together in my head.
Now I had no clue how to face him. The sex hadn’t disgusted me. Hell, if I was being honest, this was the first time I’d actually enjoyed it.
But without the heat’s lust clouding my judgment? That would be a completely different story.
I shifted my legs, feeling the sticky mess between them. Uncomfortable, especially with his hardness pressing against my ass. We were both naked, both covered in dried fluids.
My throat ached, and several spots on my body throbbed where he’d bitten me. I hadn’t minded during our wild night, but now that the passion had faded, the pain was real.
I lay there for several minutes until Perry stirred. Quickly, I pretended to sleep, closing my eyes and forcing my breathing to stay even. Please don’t let him hear my hammering heart.
But when had my prayers ever been answered? The moment he opened his eyes, he knew I was awake.
Perry brushed my hair aside and began kissing my bare shoulder, making me shiver.
"I know you’re awake."
His hand found my breast, squeezing gently. I pushed him away and sat up, wincing. Even though I was satisfied and the fire inside me had been extinguished, the sex had left my core tender.
"Leave me alone," I whispered, clutching the blanket to my chest despite the fact he’d already seen everything. "Leave me alone..."
I needed space—not because I regretted last night, but because I was emotionally wrecked. I couldn’t face him right now. I needed time to process everything without his overwhelming presence.
It was too much.
But Perry didn’t see it that way. "What is it? Trying to push me away after you got what you wanted?" His gentle smile turned savage as he yanked the hand holding my blanket, exposing my bare skin again. "You’re mine, whether I want you or not. Don’t think I’ll leave you alone just because you tell me to. I’ll leave when I want to, not when you demand it."
I tried using my hair to cover my breasts, but Perry pushed me down.
"Should I remind you about our intimate moment?"
"No, please... I just need some time alone... I don’t..." At first, I thought he’d pin me down again like last night. The thought of being trapped made me dread what was coming.
But then he dropped to his knees, spread my legs apart, and buried his head between them, his tongue finding my core.
This shocked me—I hadn’t expected this at all.
My body betrayed me, and in my surprise, I froze like I always did.
Perry looked up from between my legs, his voice deep. "Did he do this to you?"
My throat went dry, words escaping me. But when he rubbed my clit with his thumb, I felt that same sensation from last night. The lust that had consumed me like wildfire. I didn’t find this disgusting. If anything, I didn’t resent him.
I was more upset with myself for feeling this way. The fact that I wanted Perry to continue what he was doing to my body was insane!
"Did he?" Perry watched as I shook my head weakly, and a smirk spread across his lips, making my heart skip.
I threw my head back and bit my arm as Perry began devouring me. His wet, warm tongue worked my entrance, making my stomach clench and my core flood with wetness. The sounds were obscene, but somehow I loved it.
"Perry..." His name escaped instinctively—it had been the only name on my lips since last night, and I couldn’t help myself.
Hearing his name, the king bit down on my clit, and I came hard.
I stared at the ceiling, unable to believe what had happened last night and this morning. The king hadn’t had sex with me again, which I was grateful for since I was still sore from last night, but he’d managed to give me pleasure twice with his tongue.
I’d taken a bath and seen the hickeys, scratches, and bruises on my arms where he’d held me down when I’d had those suicidal thoughts.
But unlike the night I’d spent with Kevin, this time I didn’t resent myself. I saw the bruises, but the resentment wasn’t there, even though I grimaced at how messy I looked and wondered how the king could get aroused seeing me like this.
Mason and some omegas had changed the bedsheets while I was in the bathroom. She’d left food in the usual place, and the king had gone, leaving only the faint scent of sex in the air.
Once I was dressed, I ate my food. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a proper meal, and while I couldn’t taste anything, I devoured it greedily. I needed my strength.
Later that afternoon, Mason returned, but she didn’t bring lunch. Instead, she told me to have it with the king.
"The king invited you to have lunch with him, my lady," Mason smiled happily, as if she was the one who’d been invited. I liked her cheerful nature.
"Okay..." I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt as I followed Mason out of my bedroom.
But then she dropped information that made my stomach lurch. "Your father will join lunch too. He’s here."
