Page 30 of Scavenger's Oath

“Sheisa cornered animal! She's fucking terrified,” I snap, stepping into him.

“I'm the one who rescued her,” he snarls. “I have every right to her!”

My jaw ticks.

He grins again, as if it’s a challenge.

“Keep lying to yourself,” I grind out. “I know you don't want to break her.”

He laughs again, bitter and cracked. “Yeah? So, I guess I should just step back and let Zane take her from me? Or you? You want her now too?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger into my chest.

He barely has time to react before I've got him by the collar, slamming him into the wall hard enough to rattle the plaster.

He laughs.Laughsin my face.

“There he is,” he coughs, smiling wide. “There's the real you.”

“Keep pushing,” I growl, low and deadly. “You havenoidea how close you are.”

“You think I'm scared of you?” Myles laughs again, taunting as usual, despite me leaning harder into him. “You're just jealous, Phoenix. Pissed that you didn’t find her first. You think she's watching every move we make and figuring out who to fuck to stay safe. Well she’s mine.”

I don’t give a fuck about her. It’shimI want. He can’t even tell where my jealousy is directed. All he can focus on right now isher. That feral stray. He hasn’t touched me all week.

Nostrils flaring, I let him go and step back.

Fuelled by his misplaced jealousy, Myles swings at me. Ducking his fist, I grab his wrist and use his momentum to launch him onto the bed.

He bounces, scrambles, but I'm already on top of him. One hand on the back of his neck, a knee pressing into his spine, I pin him like a wild animal.

He bucks hard beneath me.Let him try.

“Done?” I growl, threat in my tone.

His eyes blaze. Chest heaves. But his arms stop fighting, the fight leaving him.

“You done, Myles?” I repeat, straddling his round ass.

He grits his teethand bucks his hips, rubbing against my cock. Knowing he’s making me hard, begging for punishment.

I press harder on his neck, reminding him his only role here is to submit like prey who already lost the fight. “Say it.”

His mouth moves, the words ground out like stone across concrete. “…Done.”

I ease up a little. “Good boy,” I drawl, voice gritty. “Now, you gonna apologise for trying to hit me?”

He nods once, knowing the kind of apology I’m expecting.

Myles’s tongue darts out to wet his lips as if he can’t contain his hunger. Not just for cock… for this. For me. For the version of me that he can provoke into taking control.

He always did like getting slapped back into place.

Rising off him, I stand and unbuckle my belt as he slides off the bed, falling to his knees as if it’s a relief to submit to me again.

“You wanna be part of this group? Start acting like it,” I order, tone commanding.

He looks up at me with those wild hazel eyes and licks his lips.

“We have better ways of dealing with frustration than taking our anger out on girls, don’t we?” I say evenly as I free my hard cock.