Page 97 of Scavenger's Oath

I can feel him. That chaotic heat. That reckless need.

Myles.

Frozen, my nails dig into Phoenix’s hard chest.

He feels me tense and tightens his arm around my waist. “Easy,” he drawls against my temple. “I told you. Mine to deal with. Mine to protect.”

The words land like a weight in my chest. Slightly easing the panic flaring in me.

“Myles,” Phoenix calls without looking. “Come in. Shut the door.”

The soft click of the latch echoes through the room. Footsteps approach.

Why is he calling him in? Myles will lose his mind!

My eyes lock onto Phoenix’s, pleading silently as I begin to tremble.

Myles is too close. Too unpredictable. The wild way he reclaimed me after Phoenix and Zane touched me is still fresh in my mind.

But Phoenix’s body stays between us. Solid. Unshakable.

“See how good she looks on my cock?” he says calmly, pulling back just enough to spread my legs and show me off like a prize for Myles to see. “Soaking wet and stretched around me.”

Myles makes a sound—a half-groan, half-moan—and I hear the rustle of fabric as he adjusts himself.

Is he… turned on by this?

“Touch yourself, and I break your fingers,” Phoenix warns still not turning toward him. Myles steps close enough to finally see my face, my flushed skin, the mess I am. “You want to touch her?”

“More than anything,” Myles groans, focus locked on me. That unhinged look in his eyes? Gone. Now he watches with need.

Phoenix thrusts again, deep and brutal, my moans rising to a higher pitch.

“She does miss your mouth,” Phoenix says thoughtfully. “Isn't that right, Ivy?”

I'm panting. Mindless. My head jerks in a nod.

But then he pulls out abruptly, placing me back on my unsteady legs and spinning me to face the wall. With a steadying hand on my hip, he bends me, pushing the side of my face into the tiles.

He looks back at Myles again. “Get on your knees.”

“Yes, Sir,” Myles breathes, dropping to his knees without hesitation.

My throat goes tight. Myles? Kneeling? Saying ‘Sir’? I’ve never seen him like this. Taking orders with desire in his eyes.

He crawls to the small space in front of me, still fully dressed and waits eagerly as if he’s happy to serve.

As water drips off my body, directly onto him, he opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue to catch some.

Myles’s eyes roam down to where Phoenix is lining up with my entrance again, his fingers twitching like he wants to touch me too.

But he doesn’t. He just waits, watching.

Phoenix leans forward again, chest pressing against my back, his voice low in my ear. “Myles wants to apologise to you. So he’s going to grovel at your feet while I fuck you in front of hisface. You want him to eat you while I fill your holes, don’t you?”

“He—” My voice breaks, but I nod. I can’t help it. The shame and heat swirl together, in a confusing mix.

“Of course you do,” Phoenix taunts. “You’re a slut for us. Our needy little stray.” Then he speaks to Myles, a cold command. “Lick her like the good boy you are, Myles. Don’t stop until I say.”