Page 183 of Scavenger's Oath
Phoenix leans down, lips brushing kisses over my breasts and nipples, his voice softer now. “That’s it, baby. Let go. You’ve got us.”
My chest tightens. The words unravelling me even faster than their touch.
Myles’s tongue is relentless. I can hear him groan against me, feel it vibrate through my core. Tangling my fingers in his hair, my breath shudders. The sound that rips from my throat is pure surrender.
Zane steps closer now, floorboards creaking under his boots as the air between us crackles. Just his presence makes me arch into Phoenix’s grip.
“She’s gonna come,” Myles mutters against me.
Phoenix’s voice is low, commanding. “Good. Give it to us, baby. Don’t hold back.”
The sound of his voice pushes me over the edge. My body goes tight, trembling, breaking apart under their heated gazes.
Myles looks up, mouth wet, as if he’d crawl through fire for another taste. Phoenix tightens his hold in my hair, pulling my head back enough to make me gasp. Zane’s eyes roam over me hungrily, my body begging for the touch he’s still withholding.
This is what it means to be theirs.
Safe.Devoured. Worshipped.
And I’ve never felt freer than when I’m at their mercy.
Myles
We carry her to our bed like a treasure.
Because she is. And we’re going to hoard her tonight.
Phoenix lays her down gently, careful like he’s holding fire in his hands. Ivy’s panting, cheeks flushed, eyes dazed, lips kiss-swollen.
Her trust hits like a fist. No one’s ever given me that. Except her. And she hands it over like it costs nothing.
She’s not the same girl we pulled out of that hellhole. She’s stronger now. Softer where she wants to be, steel where she doesn’t. She taught me what it means to be wanted without needing to own every piece of the world.
She’s it. My match. My madness. The only one who can handle my jagged edges.
My hands shake, cock aching as I shed my clothes with the kind of urgency that feels close to desperation. I want her until the air between us burns out.
We’re already feral. Phoenix strips, tattoos catching the low light like inked shadows moving across muscle.
Zane hangs back, watching her—and fuck, I get it. The way she’s sprawled out like a goddamn sacrifice. An offering.
She’s perfect.
Ivy’s breathless, but her eyes are glassy with more need. Always more. She spreads her legs without being told, trembling but ready for us.
We converge, me falling to her side, pressing desperate kisses over her hips as Phoenix settles between her thighs, handaround her throat in a gentle reminder of who’s in control. Zane flanks the other side of the bed, brushing her hair back.
She reaches for Zane, trying to pull him closer. But he catches her hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles.
“Not yet,” he rasps.
Pouting, she gives a little whimper.
Needy little slut. It drives me fucking wild.
“Fuck,” Phoenix mutters, sliding a hand between her legs. “That’s our girl, dripping wet already.”
A wicked grin stretches my lips. “She likes being watched.”
