Chapter 40 In the Cabin
Phoebe
“No.”
I let out a relieved sigh when I heard Zion and Adonis answer in unison. At the very least, they should tell me first. Honestly, I had no idea what it felt like for a werewolf to be in heat.
The older werewolves had only ever said that they wouldn’t be able to control themselves. Based on that opinion, I was pretty sure I’d be the first to give in.
My mind drifted back to that dream—the one where I was with all four of them. I tried not to think about it, but my cheeks warmed up anyway. My stomach fluttered, though not to the point of making me laugh.
“Are you thinking dirty thoughts?” Zion leaned in closer, his face just inches from mine. “Your cheeks are red. Look, Adonis—our little mate is starting to get naughty.”
“Oh, come on, Zion. You made me drive miles to this place just so you could tease her? I should just head back.”
“Such a killjoy!”
“What are you guys planning?”
“You’re going to love it, Phoebe.”
Zion moved closer, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. Without another word, he pressed his lips against mine.
The first touch was soft, like a spark igniting warmth between us. He wasn’t in a rush; his lips explored mine with a slow, deliberate rhythm, gradually building heat.
His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as our breaths mingled in unspoken intimacy. I responded gently, my fingers finding their way to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his skin. The world around us faded—nothing else existed but this moment.
Zion pulled back slightly, pausing just for a second before kissing me again, deeper this time. His tongue brushed against my lips, seeking permission that I willingly granted. We explored each other, creating a sensation that made me feel weightless, as if time itself had slowed down.
Zion took a deep breath, savoring every second, while my hands roamed over his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. The intimacy between us felt like a perfect dance—every movement in sync.
His hands slowly slid lower, brushing over my hips before starting to pull down my jeans. His touch was gentle, as if he were unwrapping something precious.
A shiver ran through me, a mix of anticipation and the cold air against my exposed skin. His warmth quickly replaced the chill, sending tingles through my body. I took a sharp breath, trying to steady the growing intensity inside me.
As Zion continued lowering my jeans, every brush of his fingers sent an electric pulse through me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations, letting myself get lost in his touch. He wasn’t in a hurry; he savored every reaction, every subtle movement I made.
I felt my body grow weaker, yet at the same time, there was a fire inside me, ready to consume me whole.
“It’s your chocolate hazelnut scent that drives us crazy,” Zion murmured, his voice husky, almost a whisper. “I want to see you, feel every part of you.” His words were like a spell, pulling me even deeper into the moment.
Then came Adonis.
He moved closer, his gaze filled with desire, his hands beginning their own exploration of my body. His touch was different from Zion’s—firmer, yet still laced with tenderness.
His fingers trailed over my skin, tracing patterns that sent shivers down my spine. He didn’t leave any part of me unexplored, from my tense shoulders to my slender waist. Every touch felt like he was setting small fires all over me.
“You’ve tamed me, Phoebe,” Adonis murmured, his hands moving to my most sensitive areas.
I took a deep breath, trying to control the overwhelming sensations, but Adonis knew exactly how to push me to my limits. Every caress, every stroke—it was all designed to bring me to the peak of pleasure.
Zion rejoined, this time focused on helping me reach my climax. His hands worked with certainty, creating a perfect rhythm.
The pressure built up inside me, like a wave ready to crash. Zion was precise in his movements, never taking his eyes off me. And when the release finally hit, I squeezed my eyes shut, my body trembling as pleasure washed over me.
But Adonis wasn’t done. He wasn’t about to let the moment slip away just yet.
He touched me again, more intensely this time. “I want you to feel it again,” he whispered, his hands working their magic.
I weakly shook my head, trying to resist the overwhelming pleasure. “I… I can’t,” I mumbled, but Adonis only smiled.
“You can, Cherry,” he said soothingly. “Just let go.”
And sure enough, I reached another climax—this time even stronger than before. My body arched, my hands gripping onto whatever I could, as Adonis made sure I felt every second of it.
“Perfect,” he whispered, looking at me with pride.
Zion held my trembling body, steadying me as I came down from high. Since he started all this, he was also the one to clean me up, gently taking care of me.
“Thank you, Phoebe. I love you.”
With his arm around me, he guided me out of the cabin. On the way back, Adonis stayed silent, walking ahead of us. I noticed he had already put his sunglasses back on.
I sighed softly. Accepting things as they were become my job ever since I met him. But still, I hoped his ‘other side’ wouldn’t act up again.
“Where have you guys been?” Finley asked, looking me up and down.
“Having fun in the cabin. Too bad you didn’t join us, Finley.”
“I was busy with something else. You guys should head back—curfew is coming up soon.”
“Take care of her, Finley.” This time, it was Adonis who spoke, looking a little flustered.
“Who are you rooming with?” Zion eyed me like a prosecutor questioning a suspect.
“Tyler and Vincent, why?”
“You’re rooming with Finley now. We don’t care how, we just make it happen. No one should see your innocent sleeping face except us.” Zion sounded dead serious.
What choice did I have? I could only go along with it.
Honestly, it was probably better this way—I’d have less risk of getting caught by Tyler and Vincent.
Finley took care of everything, telling them we’d be practicing game strategies so we wouldn’t disturb anyone else. Luckily, they bought his excuse.
Now that I thought about it, Finley always handled things whenever Zion, Adonis, or even Hayden were involved.
Junior and senior.
And since I was in the same year as Finley, I often had to clean up after training, too.
In the end, I got to the room with Finley. He was supposed to share a room with Thomas, but since Thomas couldn’t sleep with the lights off, he asked to switch rooms.
So now, it was just the two of us.
Just as I took off my shoes, my phone buzzed with a notification. The name on the screen made my eyes widen.
Hayden had texted me after disappearing for days.
\[Where are you?\]