Page 45 of Our Deceptive Heat
So when I walk into our room and smell the heated cinnamon and sugar in the air, I am confused and alarmed.
Tyr growls behind me, but Envy whirls and lets out a deep snarl. The moment Envy sees me, he does something I don’t think any of us were expecting.
He kicks the alphas out of his temporary nest. I assume he wants me to go, too, but as I approach the door, he snarls and hisses. Envy circles around me like a shark, his eyes intent and dangerous. Preventing me from moving towards the door.
As soon as it clicks shut, he throws me up against it. Catching my shirt when I bounce back towards him and yanking me up on my tiptoes.
“I want to take you here, knowing they are listening but can’t have you until I say so,” Envy whispers and dips in for a kiss, turning away at the last second so he can inhale my scent and follow it down to my shoulder.
His tongue strokes over my skin, leaving me trembling and panting. His words are rolling around in my head, sending images flashing up, each more erotic than the last.
“Are you going to share?”
Envy snaps his teeth and leans forward, touching his lips to the tip of my nose.
“Not yet. I want them to hear every whimper, every moan. I want them imagining how tight you’re squeezing my cock, the scent of you plus me, seeping through the door cracks, and when you scream, I want them to about come in their pants. When they are so desperate they can hardly think properly, their cocks so hard they could burst with just a lick,” he darts his tongue out and licks my top lip, “of your tongue.”
I shudder, slick runs down my inner thighs. The only time I have gotten this hot is when I’m in my heat. I squeeze my thighs together, but Envy reaches down and cups my pussy, dragging his hand up, putting delicious pressure. I whimper, going up on my toes, my fingers curling into his shoulder as my head tilts back.
“You're going to give me everything, aren’t you?”
I pant.
“Omega, I want your screams, I want your whimpers and moans, groans and pants. You’re going to be loud. You’re going to make our alphas suffer, aren’t you?”
He nips my collarbone. I jerk and let out a little shriek.
“Exactly like that.”
Envy sounds drugged and out of his damn mind. I glance down and see a tent in the front of his pants. It’s wet. Very wet.
“Envy, you need a knot.”
He snarls, and his hand curls around my throat, putting pressure there. “I don’t need a knot. I need my omega.”
Envy drags me towards him. I dance forward, trying to keep my balance as he steps back, again and again. His lips brush against mine, his hand and arm is the collar and lead.
“You’re so pretty, Omega.”
I preen under his compliment.
“But now it’s time for you to be naked so I can see just how dirtyyou can be.”
His free hand unbuttons my shorts and pushes them down over my hips, and then he abruptly lets me go and peels my clothes off in a frenzy.
“Envy, wait, hold on-”
I let out a shriek as I’m pushed backwards onto the bed. In the time it takes for me to scramble up the bed, he’s removed his clothing and is following me. He looms over me and pauses.
“Are you scared?”
“No,” I say instantly.
“Good,” he murmurs and crawls up my body until he’s kneeling over my torso. He cups my breasts and pushes them together, thumbing my nipples.
“I want to mark you, make you smell like me. So they know you’re mine.”
I moan. His words are killing me.
