Chapter 73: Chapter 73 A Sudden Insatiable Need
Phoebe’s POV
We pulled into the Crimson Moon pack just as midnight struck, and exhaustion weighed heavily on my bones. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d endured such a lengthy car ride.
Actually, I could - it was when Perry had taken me from the Obsidian Claw pack to his palace. But that journey had been different. Timothy’s terrible jokes had filled the silence, and despite how cringeworthy they were, I’d found myself laughing anyway.
I suppose I was desperate for any kind of human connection back then. Those moments had made me feel lighter somehow, more like myself. The stuttering stopped, the walls I’d built around myself crumbled just a little.
These past few days had been a revelation. My spirits had lifted considerably, though mornings still brought that awful churning in my stomach and waves of dizziness that left me reeling.
"Should we wake her up?" Timothy’s voice drifted through my drowsy haze. I felt his gaze on me as I used Perry’s thigh as a makeshift pillow, too tired to care about propriety.
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Perry’s POV
I gazed down at Phoebe’s peaceful face, something tender unfurling in my chest. Timothy’s expression twisted with disgust at whatever he saw in my features. He was accustomed to my fury, my ruthless nature - this gentleness clearly unsettled him.
"Tell them to keep quiet and show me to our room," I instructed Alpha Phil with a brief nod. The alpha had been waiting with his beta, gamma, and other ranking members to welcome me properly.
"Understood." Timothy slipped from the car to speak with Alpha Phil, whose initial confusion quickly shifted to comprehension.
When Timothy returned, he confirmed the alpha would escort me to my quarters. "Want me to carry her?" he offered, then recoiled under my withering glare. "Right, you’ve got it covered."
I lifted Phoebe with careful precision. Sleep had claimed her completely after the long journey and her earlier laughter with my gamma. The memory of her happiness, the musical quality of her laughter - it was a sound I’d been starving for without realizing it.
Her head nestled against my chest as I cradled her, making my way toward the pack house. The gathered wolves bowed their heads in submission, baring their necks as protocol demanded, but maintained their silence as instructed.
Still, curious glances followed the woman in my arms. Rumors about her had been spreading like wildfire, especially after our recent public appearance together. That single outing had ignited a firestorm of speculation and breathed new life into existing gossip.
"This way, my king." Alpha Phil opened the door to the room he’d prepared. "Rest well."
I acknowledged him with a nod before entering. He closed the door softly behind me and departed.
The quarters were modest compared to my palace chambers, but this was the pack house’s finest room - the master bedroom reserved exclusively for my visits. Even the alpha refused to use it, despite my infrequent appearances here.
Gently, I lowered Phoebe onto the bed and pulled the covers over her. I studied her face for a long moment, then leaned closer. Something felt... different. Her scent had shifted somehow.
Others might miss such a subtle change, but as her mate - and after our recent intimacies - I could detect the alteration. It was barely perceptible, yet undeniably present.
I pushed the thought aside, cleaned up, extinguished the lights, and settled beside her. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting elongated shadows across the floor from the table beneath it. Peace settled over the room.
Until a touch jolted me awake. Despite being a light sleeper, I was startled to find Phoebe reaching for me. Her eyes held that heavy-lidded look of someone caught between sleep and waking as she pulled my head down for a kiss.
Her movements were clumsy, desperate, as she pressed herself against me with obvious need.
"What are you doing?" I asked, even as I returned her kiss willingly.
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Phoebe’s POV
A soft sound escaped me as I let my tongue explore his mouth awkwardly. I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my breast, silently demanding his touch.
Perry complied, his fingers squeezing gently, drawing a moan from deep in my throat. Heat flooded through me at the contact.
"Fuck, Phoebe. I’m going to take you," he growled against my lips, but his rough words only stoked the fire burning inside me.
I found the position I craved - straddling him, claiming control while he allowed it. When I felt his hardness pressing against my entrance, another moan spilled from my lips, clearly driving him wild with desire.
I could see the restraint in his eyes, the way he wanted to flip me over and take me roughly from behind, but something in my expression made him pause. He wanted to watch me reach my peak.
My hips began to move in a rhythm as old as time while I kissed him hungrily. His hands gripped me firmly, massaging my backside before his thumb found a more intimate target.
The unexpected intrusion made me gasp, my eyes flying to meet his. Nothing existed in that gaze but pure lust and desperate longing.
"Ride me, Phoebe. Show me how you’ll use me to satisfy yourself," he commanded, pushing deeper while tearing away my panties and positioning himself at my entrance with deliberate intent.
"Yes... that’s it..." The words tumbled from my lips incoherently as I moved up and down his length. The intensity made it difficult for him to maintain his rhythm, so he shifted his attention to my breasts instead. They weren’t large, but they fit perfectly in his palms.
When he pinched my nipples, lightning shot through my system. I moved faster, chasing the building pressure. So close now, and I could feel how tightly I was gripping him.
My body went rigid, then exploded into tremors as I cried out his name loud enough to wake the entire pack house.
But Perry didn’t care. Before I could recover from the waves of pleasure, he flipped me over and drove into me from behind. I’d gotten what I needed - now it was his turn to be satisfied.
Collapsed on my elbows and knees, I felt the tension rebuilding despite having just climaxed moments before.
"Fuck, Phoebe. You’re incredible."
"I can’t... it’s too much..." I whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity. Every nerve ending felt electrified, hypersensitive. Another explosion seemed inevitable if he continued, but stopping wasn’t in the king’s vocabulary.
"You can handle it. You’re going to take every inch of this."
His thrusts grew harder, deeper, more demanding.
