Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 167

Perry’s POV

There was something undeniably exhilarating about having someone genuinely concerned for your well-being, and I found myself relishing the sight of Phoebe desperately trying to persuade me to remain.

It might have been a bit twisted to derive satisfaction from my mate’s worry, but damn, it made me feel significant in her life. It was as if I was an anchor in her world, a presence that mattered.

Phoebe was pulling out all the stops, employing every tactic she could possibly think of, even the most audacious ones.

One afternoon, as I was gearing up for the southern mission, I stumbled upon her utterly engrossed in an erotic film.

Her cheeks were a vivid shade of crimson, and she appeared utterly mortified. She had nearly pressed her face against the screen, the volume turned down low to avoid detection by the guards stationed outside.

Not that they would have heard anything unless they barged in. Phoebe had clearly not anticipated my return after wrapping up my final strategy meeting with the senior warriors and my royal gamma.

She was so absorbed in the film that my presence went unnoticed.

Her hands shielded her face, yet her fingers were splayed apart just enough for her to sneak a peek.

What was the point of covering her face if she was still trying to watch?

Such a silly woman, I mused, but she was my silly woman.

Given her dedication to her “research,” I decided to let it slide.

I crept closer, crouching behind my mate, still unnoticed.

How could she be so captivated by that screen that she failed to sense me?

“Enjoying the show?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Phoebe jumped, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth agape. For a fleeting moment, I braced myself for a scream, but even in her startled state, she managed to remain silent.

“I asked if you like it. Care to give it a try with me?”

I gestured toward the actors on the screen who were engaged in a rather intimate act.

Phoebe shook her head vigorously, her face now aflame, and I would have felt sympathy for her if she didn’t look so incredibly tempting, stirring a primal desire within me.

My gaze must have conveyed my thoughts, for my electric blue eyes darkened with a hunger that was hard to conceal.

Phoebe swallowed hard, fully aware of what was about to unfold. Her eyes involuntarily dropped to my evident arousal, and she could see how tightly I was straining against my pants.

Yet, she attempted to inch away from me. I was intimidating, no doubt, but there was something about that fear that sent a thrill coursing through her.

Before she could escape, I seized her legs and pulled her back, pinning her down. Her face met the floor, her stomach pressed flat, while I loomed over her, my body a solid weight against her back.

I always had a knack for dirty talk during our intimate moments, and she thrived on it, especially when I lavished praise on her body in the heat of the moment. It fueled her confidence, something she constantly wrestled with, and my words had a way of lifting her spirits.

“Want to feel me here?” I pressed my thumb into her tight entrance, watching her eyes widen in shock. She was stunned, shaking her head in disbelief. “You never know what you might enjoy until you give it a shot. I know you, Phoebe.”

I was right; I introduced more excitement to our bed than she ever did, thanks to my past experiences.

Every time I suggested something new, Phoebe would initially resist, only to find herself craving it later. It had become our rhythm.

“Mmm, that means you want it,” I grinned, pulling down her panties. Without hesitation, she lifted her hips slightly, assisting me in removing that small barrier. “See? I know how eager you are to explore new things.”

On the screen, the actors had transitioned to a different position, but we had already mastered that one.

“Your scent is intoxicating, my mate.” I licked her shoulder, feeling her still fully clothed. Phoebe wanted to shed her garments, but I had other plans.

“No. I want you to stay dressed. It’ll drive you wild, won’t it?”

Phoebe swallowed hard, realizing that this was pushing her limits.

“Of course you can handle it,” I said, unzipping my pants.

I answered her unspoken question, “You always underestimate yourself.”