The Phoenix King's Forgotten Daughter

Chapter 3

I haven't been here before. He's only ever told me about it or asked my opinion about design details. But when we pulled up I couldn't believe what I saw. It was the house I've dreamed about nesseled in the woods. A hand built log cabin not very big but big enough for the 2 of us. It has a front porch and a chimney, large windows on either side of the green door.

“I built it for us,” he says, still holding my hand. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. Show me around?” I smile at him. He nods and gets out of the truck turning around to help me out. His hands on my hips, the sparks tingling straight to my core. He lets out another soft growl.

“Maybe we'll start inside,” he guides me up the porch steps then opens the door but before I can walk through it he stops me. “Wait a moment, little mate” I stop and turn towards him, he picks me up and carries me through the threshold. I cling to him, letting out a laugh. “I've wanted to do that for a while now,” he kisses my forehead.

He carries me into the cabin. “That's the kitchen he nods to the stove and fridge,” swinging around he nods to the couch and says living room. Then he carries me to the hallway and onto a room that smells of him. “This is our room.”

He puts me back on the ground facing him. I smile and rock onto my tiptoes wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him long and hard. The heat in me grows again and he pulls me up against him. I can feel his member straining under his jeans. He groans in satisfaction and I smile as I pull away from our kiss. I start to unbutton his shirt. He watches me, I get down to his waistband where he has it tucked in and then try and give it a yank. It hardly budges, he lets out a soft laugh.

“My little mate wants me bad, huh?” He arches an eyebrow at me. I blush but nod with a mischievous grin.

“Your little mate wants you to rut her and mark her and make her yours” his eyes turn black again. Another bear-like growl coming from his lips. He quickly takes his clothes off. Then his gaze reaches mine, he's just in his boxers now and I'm redder than a beat. But still I unbutton my shirt and undo my belt and then take my clothes off standing before him just in my bra and panties. He grabs me again and we kiss. He walks us to the bed and pushes me down on top of it.

He kisses a trail from my mouth to my jaw to my neck. The same spot I see so many bite marks on the shifters that come through the store. My marking spot. A moan escapes my lips and he sucks and nibbles my marking spot. The ever growing heat building and building. He growls again, and then continues to kiss a trail down my neck to my chest. Pulling down my bra cup to release my breast to him. He sucks hard on my n****e making me moan again. I rub my legs together to try and relieve the ache that's growing there, the need to be touched there almost too much to handle.

He puts his weight on one forearm beside my head and reaches behind my back with the other, fumbling with my bra clasp for a second. Freeing my chest to him he growls softly again. He kisses me again and then slides his free hand down the side of my body lingering at the waistband of my panties. My hands in his hair. He pulls away from my lips and looks me in the eye.

A silent question passed between us. ‘are you sure’ it asked. ‘i am’ was the answer and brought him down for another kiss. His hand reaching under my panties and cupping my s*x. I let out a soft moan and instinctually spread my legs for him. He slipped a finger between my folds and groaned when he felt how wet I was. He circled my throbbing nub with one of his fingers ever so softly. We were both breathing heavily. He increased the pressure until I moaned.

“Owen,” I gasped as he slipped a finger into me. Working my tight entrance until he was able to slip a second. Moaning again I clutch his arm. “Owen.”

He looks at me then raises his lips to meet mine and he starts to work a spot inside me that brings the smoldering heat inside of me to a rampaging wild fire. I can't stop moaning and gasping and I say his name again and again.

“Owen, Owen, Oh f**k. Oh my God. Owen!” My body tenses and my v****a clenches on his fingers. I can hardly catch my breath. I close my eyes and see stars. All while Owen watches me come undone under him.

“What a good little mate you are,” he says, kissing me again as I come down from my high. He crawls on top of me, removing his hand from me and licking my c*m off his fingers. “Mmmmm, just like honey.”

“Owen,” he looks at me, his eyes flashing black again before his honey-colored irises focus in on me. He hums in question. I reach up and pull him in for a kiss. “I love you.”

His eyes widen and then soften again as he looks at me with a smile. “I love you too Zoe.” Kissing me again he holds one of my hands above my head then pulls back. “Are you ready, love?” I nod and wrap my free hand around the back of his neck. He takes my panties off with his free hand, and I lift my hips so he can do so, then he removes his own. I spread my legs further apart for him. He rubs the tip of himself along my slit, then around my c**t. Making me gasp in pleasure once more. He then pushes in slowly.

It's euphoric. Having him inside of me for the first time. He slides in all the way. “So wet for me” he growls. We both moan when he hits my cervix. He stops to let me adjust to him. I can feel myself pulsing on him uncontrollably. The heat building once more.

“Owen,” I whine. He kisses me then slowly slides out then quickly back into me. I moan. I'm a mess. I'm unraveling like a ball of yarn being tossed down the steps. Slowly then all at once. I c*m once again this time on his c**k. He rocks in and out of me the whole time, intensifying my orgasm. Then he stills and rolls us over him still inside me as he kisses my marking spot. “Yes, yes! Mark me Owen. Mark me!” my p***y grips his c**k hard. His teeth sink into my shoulder and I c*m again and I feel him pulsing inside me.

We both still. Our hearts racing. He pulls back from my shoulder, kissing the spot he just marked. Catching my breath I look him in the eyes and that's when it happens.

My back arches, my eyes see stars, my vision blurs, a searing heat courses through my veins. And I screech before passing out.