Page 53 of Our Deceptive Heat

“Auryn!” A voice calls out seductively.

I look over my shoulder, seeing Mako leaning against the wall wearing no clothes at all. My eyes bug out of my head, and I whip away from him.

“Your clothes are off!” I say in a squeak.

“Come here, Omega.”

I let out a snarl and climb the stairs two at a time.

“Ryn,” Digs says and captures me around the waist. “You need to stop trying to escape.”

I snarl and whirl. This isn’t right. I don’t feel right. “Envy!” I scream as loud as I can.

He will come. If I shout loud enough, he will come.

“What do we do?” I hear Tyr ask the others.

“He’s not going to come,” Digs says under his breath.

Yes, he is. I know he is. He’s Envy. I can’t have a heat without him.

“Envy, please!”

“Ryn, he can’t be here, and it’s his choice.”

I look back at Digs. “He’s going to come back, I know he will.”

The three of them exchange long looks.

I call and call. The heat driving me into a frenzy of pacing until I finally collapse in a ball at the top of the stairs. I hug my knees to my chest.

A tear escapes and then another. More and more until I’m sobbing with all my broken heart.

“Fuck,” Mako murmurs and tries to approach, but I scream at him, just like all the other times.

“What do we do? She won’t let us near her, Tyr? It’s been twenty-four hours?”

I continue to whine. It hurts. It aches.

Tyr walks up the stairs, and when I shout, he ignores me. He picks me up, fending off my attacks, and carries me down to the bed where he sits and just holds me.

“It’s going to be okay, Ryn. Really.”

I punch his chest, but I don’t have the energy. My body is hurting, so bad, my heart is broken. How could he leave? Why would he leave?

Tyr puts a glass to my lips and tips some liquid into my mouth. I let it dribble out.

He growls and takes a mouthful and seals our lips together, forcing the liquid into my mouth and staying there until I’m forced to swallow.

“If I have to feed you like this, and get liquid into you like this, I’m going to,” he growls. “Now, drink.”

I shake my head, but he just repeats the process.

I shove at him, getting angry, but he just pins me to the bed and kisses more water into me.

I wiggle and shuffle under him, but I can’t stop the burn that ignites. His body is like a furnace. I gasp, and when he tries to leave, I grab his hips to hold him there. A small keening whine erupts from me. I like the feel of his weight pressing me into the bed.

I press my thighs together and shimmy against him. I breathe in that oak scent of his. I could roll in it or on him.

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