Page 86 of Ruse
Smirking teasingly at me, she bites her lip, shoving something she was hiding under her cloak at me. I grab the mask from her, staring at the gray and white fur of the wolf staring back at me. “Be my big, bad wolf Mav.”
The edges of my grin reach my eyes, and the seductively sly smile on her lips shows me she’s ready for me. I toss the bucket of orange flower petals I was supposed to scatter intricately in the pool, and wrap my arms around her waist, her legs wrapping around me on instinct. Gripping a handful of her ass in both palms, I kiss her once more, dragging her inside, and past the group of our friends that are setting up the decorations inside the house.
Yeah, I said our friends. Despite Brooklyn’s reluctance to accept Nyx and I being together, they’ve welcomed me into their tight-knit group and have made me feel like I’ve always belonged.
“Yes, get it! You’re the man Carter!” Cole shouts, hooting and hollering loudly as we pass them by, not missing the chance to pat me on the back excitedly.
“Oh god, come on, I don’t need to see that man,” Fitz groans, shielding his eyes. “She’s like a sister to me.”
“Yeah, maybe get it over with now before Brooklyn shows up,” Cole jokes, cracking himself up.
I shake my head, not willing to release her, nipping her lips and tugging it teasingly making her let out a quiet, purely carnal moan.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Donovan, dressed in a light green sequined dress, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, and two iridescent wings sticking out of her back. “Oh, whatever guys, Brooklyn’s just going to have to get over the fact that his sister is fucking their stepbrother.”
Phoenix pulls away from me and turns to flip off Donavan who looks mighty proud of herself for annoying her best friend. “Thanks for the reminder Tink,” Phoenix scoffs, turning back around and nibbling on the bottom of my chin.
Darcy tugs on a pouting Donovan’s arm and pulls her toward the open back door we came through. “Come on guys, let's take the party outside before they take their clothes off and do it here in front of us.”
Fitz throws an arm around Darcy who’s dressed up like a sexy version of a witch, short frilly skirt, a black top like Phoenix’s, and a sparkly black hat. “Sex, Darcy. It’s called sex. It’s not a dirty word, you can try it,” Fitz mocks, making a deep red flush cover her cheeks. Embarrassed, she takes off without Donovan who smacks Fitz on the back before she follows Darcy out. Taking the lazy route and wearing his football uniform as a costume, Fitz shrugs his shoulders like he’s done nothing wrong.
And that’s enough of them for the night, time to go upstairs and fuck my girl till the sun comes up. But before we make it to the staircase leading up to the second floor of the house where Phoenix’s room is, I crash into something, rather someone behind me.
“Ow,” Levi squeals, moving out of our way. “Oh my god, get a room!” she exclaims, making the guys who are still in the room cackle loudly.
Yeah, I said Levi, as in Phoenix's half-sister with whom she’s trying to build a relationship. After everything that happened at the hospital, her parents nearly getting arrested for causing a scene in the middle of the ICU, Phoenix realized what her father did wasn’t Levi’s fault. She was just another victim of Austin Bancroft, who luckily grew up without his poison infecting her. Just like Phoenix was trying to move on with her life despite her parent’s mistakes, she wanted the same for Levi.
Our parent’s faults don’t define us, if anything it’s because of those faults that we can grow stronger, already understanding what mistakes not to make. That was when she reached out to Levi at school, of course not to anyone’s surprise the news of their relation was already front-page gossip and invited her to Brooklyn’s party. It may not have been the best idea since Brooklyn’s not as forgiving as Phoenix, but it is what it is.
“Oh, come on Levi,” Cole says, coming over to save her. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. “I wouldn’t mind watching. Shall we go upstairs and practice what they teach?”
I chuckle at the sheer horror that flashes on her face. “And that's our cue to leave.”
Once upstairs and inside Phoenix's room, I toss her on her plush mattress making her bounce and have to grip the comforter to steady herself. I kick the door shut behind us, slamming it so hard the windows vibrate from the force. Raw and carnal desire flashes in her blue-green eyes, beautiful and ocean-like wells which have a hint of gold flecks sparkling along the rim of the irises.
She’s fucking beautiful, a force of nature unlike any I’ve ever seen which makes me feel like I can conquer the world so long as she is by my side. An intoxicating drug I’ve become so dangerously addicted to and have no intention of ever recovering from. Phoenix Bancroft is my poison. A sweet yet lethal poison I’d happily let consume me.
Without dragging my feet, I strip out of my clothes, reaching behind my back and in one swift movement, tug my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor to my left. Kicking off my shoes, I reach down and unbutton my jeans, yanking them off along with my boxers and stepping out of them as her eyes hungrily rake over my body taking in the sight of me completely naked, my erection already thick and dangerously hard, slowly stalking toward her like a vicious predator about to consume his defenseless prey.
Her mouth drops open, and all I can think about it how perfect her lips would fit around my cock, sucking, teasing, and taking me in all the way while I relentlessly fucked her pretty little mouth.
There will be time for that, since I plan on keeping her held hostage in this room till the end of fucking time. Instead, I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing her tightly by the ankles and tugging her closer to me until her ass rests at the edge of the mattress.
She lets out a loud, slightly terrified squeal that makes my dick throb in anticipation. Slowly trailing my rough fingertips over her silky tanned legs, I tug on the hem of her skirt and before she can object, tear it in half, the leather making a spine-chilling sound that makes her shiver under my touch.
“Maverick!” she exclaims, annoyed yet undoubtedly aroused. “My costume.”
“Fuck this costume,” I groan, moving my hands higher up her legs. “As much as I liked the sight of you in it, I much prefer what you look like out of it.” She doesn’t argue anymore and follows my movements, lifting her ass up off the bed, allowing me to tear her red lace thong and toss it on the floor along with her skirt. Before she can set herself back down, I grab her hips, lifting her sweet, dripping pussy to my mouth.
I cover her lips with mine, licking, lapping, and sucking every inch of her, tasting her sweet arousal on my tongue. She gasps loudly, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her moans, as I rapidly continue to lick her, thrusting my tongue inside of her until she’s screaming and writhing in pleasure on the bed. Her back arches, giving me better access, and I bring one of my hands gripping her hips between us, rubbing her clit while my mouth continues to devour her.
“God, yes. Oh Maverick. Fuck, right there. I’m so close. Aaahh!”
My baby is a screamer, and the sweet sounds that leave her lips only excite me more. But I need my cock inside of her to make her come the way I need her to. I want to feel her lose total control and tighten around my dick like her life depends on it while I fuck her to the edge of her climax.
Removing my mouth from her pussy, I crawl over her body, tearing the silky corset off her, taut pink nipples teasing me, and testing my restraint. Bottom line is I don’t have any left when it comes to her.
I take one of her nipples into my mouth, squeezing and playing with the other with my free hand, tugging the pebbled peak between my thumb and index finger.
