Chapter 67: Chapter 67 He Took Everything
Phoebe’s POV
Mason’s trust in me wasn’t complete - I could sense her withholding information. But I didn’t want to push her any harder. Instead, I posed a simple question.
"But it’s going to happen soon, right?" I turned my gaze back toward the garden beyond the window. Moisture clouded the glass as the sky darkened overhead, threatening heavy rainfall.
"Yes." Tension flickered across Mason’s features.
"I’m relieved it’ll be finished soon," I said, watching some of the strain ease from her expression.
Our exchange ended abruptly when the king arrived, prompting Mason to exit. Perry settled across from me, his questioning stare intense.
"You look a little bit pale."
I shifted to face him properly. His appearance radiated health, as though he hadn’t consumed poison for months.
"I am fine. Only a little bit tired."
A gentle smile curved his lips. He was responsible for wearing me out, and clearly felt no remorse about it. If anything, desire flickered in his eyes for a repeat performance, though something else occupied his thoughts.
"Change your dress, we will go outside," Perry said.
"Where?"
He rose and guided me into the walk-in closet, selecting an elegant purple gown with golden threading around the waist. Timothy’s influence showed in everything - every dress he chose featured gold accents.
"Wear this," Perry offered me the garment, and I wrinkled my brow.
"Isn’t it too much?" The bold color made me nervous. While beautiful, I doubted it would flatter me - too daring for my taste. Perry disagreed.
"No, it’s fine." He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, clearly intending to stay and observe my clothing change.
Heat flooded my cheeks. Being naked during intimate moments felt natural, but this sober situation felt entirely different.
I moved toward the door, but Perry caught my elbow, stopping me.
"Change here. I have seen everything, why are you being shy in front of me?"
"I... I don’t want to be naked in front of you." I moistened my lips anxiously, though I noticed I no longer shut down during our conversations.
My fidgeting ceased, and in this calm moment, I could voice my thoughts freely.
"Why not? You have done it a few times." Perry moved closer, his breath warming my face as his thumb traced my lower lip seductively, capturing my complete attention. "Do it, Phoebe. I want to see you."
He stepped back, resuming his position against the wall, watching as I slowly removed my current dress and slipped into his selection.
His gaze never wavered from my body, burning me with its intensity. The sight of him watching sent shivers down my spine, building tension in my stomach as arousal pooled between my thighs. It felt as though he claimed me with his eyes alone.
I swallowed hard when I accidentally brushed my breast while adjusting the dress. Sharp breath escaped me - I hadn’t intended that touch.
Unknown to me, my arousal didn’t escape my mate’s notice. Perry could detect it, that sweet scent that drove his wolf wild.
I remained oblivious without his wolf spirit or enhanced shifter abilities, but as king and my mate, Perry possessed acute sensitivity to such matters.
His lips pressed together, jaw clenching when I gasped softly at my clumsy movement. Perry’s control snapped. He wanted the dress gone.
Before rational thought could intervene, he stood before me, cupping my breast and claiming my mouth.
He pressed me against the wall, pinning me with his body. His legs parted mine slightly, letting me feel his hardness. His arousal was unmistakable.
My eyes widened in surprise, but when his fingers slipped beneath my panties to touch my core, everything else vanished. Closing my eyes intensified everything - his touch, my senses, my sensitivity.
"You are so wet," Perry murmured against my lips, sliding two fingers inside me. He swallowed my moan, pleased when I began grinding against his touch. "Good. Now, be good and stay still."
I opened my eyes when his touch withdrew. Disappointment flickered through me until I saw him kneel before me, completely removing my panties. I lifted each leg to help him discard the small fabric.
"What... are you doing?" I knew his intention, but couldn’t believe he would actually do this.
Yet clearly, he would.
Perry smirked before pressing his face against my core. I gasped as his tongue licked my sensitive bud, my muscles tightening as the wet sounds of my arousal filled the air.
"I... Please..." Words failed me. Without his steadying hands on my waist, I would have collapsed. He’d likely leave handprints on my skin from gripping me so firmly.
"You are so sweet," Perry murmured, the vibration overwhelming my senses beyond anything I could handle.
"I can’t..." My breathing turned ragged. "I am going to come..."
Kevin had never done this - wouldn’t lower himself to put his face between my legs. I wasn’t sure if Perry would appreciate me climaxing all over his face.
"Please, I can’t hold it back anymore... I am going to come." I tried pushing his head away, but Perry remained unmovable. His tongue flicked against my clit deliberately, building that exquisite ache I was desperate to endure. "I can’t..."
Soon after, my body exploded with sensation. The pleasure washing over me was overwhelming - I screamed his name as it felt like my soul left my body.
Meanwhile, Perry took everything. He pressed closer as my body trembled through the waves.
Long moments passed before I descended from my climax. Heavy panting filled the air, my head spinning slightly, but then terror gripped my heart.
I had climaxed on Perry’s face.
