Page 88 of Our Deceptive Heat

I look up at her, watching the intense way she’s watching me.

“Fuck me, Omega.”

She sinks down, slowly, agonisingly drawing it out.

I narrow my eyes, watching her watching me.

“Put your hands on me, Alpha.”

How can I resist? I slide my hands over those silken thighs and up her sides. I cup her breasts before leaning forward and taking one of those dark pink nipples into my mouth and sucking hard. With a surrendering sigh, I bury my face against the softness of her breast, as her fingers sink into my hair, tightening to hold me against her.

I lose myself in the feel of her. Sweeping my hands over her curves, pulling her closer, urging her movements faster. The sultry heat of her dragging me to a painful heaven as her slick spreads across my thighs and soaks me through.

All I can smell is coconut. It’s on my tongue, in my brain. I let go of her nipple and grab her hair, yanking her down to me.

“I love you,” I whisper against her lips. “No matter what else is in the world and all the problems, that is true.”

I push my tongue into her mouth before she can answer me.

“Fucking hell, Omega,” I hiss and drag her down onto me. “You feel so good. So fucking wet.”

She arches her back, bouncing on my cock, those magnificent breasts jiggling in front of my face. I reach out and grab them again, promising myself I’ll fuck them one day.

I reach before her and run my finger around her ass hole. She flinches, but gets a whole lot wetter.

“If we were anywhere else,” I murmur.

She pants against my lips, biting me. I retaliate by pushing two fingers into her ass.

The reaction is everything. I groan as her body clenches on my cock.

“Good, Omega,” I whisper as she falls boneless into my arms. “That’s one.”

She whimpers, but I grab her ass and start fucking her on my cock.

“Give me another one,” I purr at her.

Her eyes narrow, and she glances to the side.

“There’s something I want to do. Will you trust me?”

“Always.” She smiles sweetly, showing how true that statement is.

I reach out, pull out one of the band t-shirts that we keep in the car, and tie it around her eyes.

“Just don’t worry about them. Focus on me,” I purr.

My omega keeps riding my cock. I don’t know if she knows what the slapping sounds are, but she can’t see the three cocks aimed at her.

But I can, and it drives me out of my mind.

I surge up into her, over and over, bucking up, lifting her off the seat, so her fingernails have to claw into my shoulders to keep her balance.

I lick her skin, trying to lick that damn scent off of her. My fingers flex in the soft curves of her thighs and ass.

All I can smell is the pack.

I look up, my eyes locking with Envy’s.

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