Page 57 of Payne's Envy

Bright-blue eyes blinked and looked up at me.

“You need this,” I said.

“Payne.” Her cheeks were flushed.

I decided I’d let her call me whatever she wanted if it made her happy. It didn’t make it true and wasn’t that I wanted to be called that. Definitely not.

My dick pressed against her back, where I held her on my lap. Ignoring the pressure of my building need, I set out to satisfy her instead. Seeing to her pleasure wasmypleasure.

She thrust her hips forward, so I caressed her breasts once more before sliding my hand down to her neglected pussy. She bucked and moaned as soon as my finger hit her clit.

Fuck. She unraveled for me, and it was beautiful. The way her tits bounced because she couldn’t remain still. Sweat beaded on my forehead and chest. Her scent beckoned me, her arousal growing stronger underneath my touch. I rubbed circles over the swollen bundle of nerves, and she exploded into ecstasy. She leaned into my arm and bit. Not enough to bring blood, but it made my dick jolt against her as I continued to massage her throbbing clit.

“Look at you,” I murmured as I moved my fingers further down. She was so wet. I groaned as I sank two fingers into her pussy. “So perfect, Joy. You should feel how slick you are. How much your body needs me.”

“Uhhh,” she moaned as she squirmed.

Pressure built at the tip of my cock as desire consumed me. She kept pressing,rubbingher back against my dick with her wild abandon. And the way her pussy gripped my fingers as she neared another release—fuck! Pre-cum oozed from my tip as flames burst across my arms. Joy didn’t seem to notice, but I felt like I lost all sense of control.

No male could ignore his female moving like that. Not when she was primed and ready to carry his young.Myyoung. We wouldn’t get any permanent relief until she was pregnant. Those instincts would get me into trouble with my mate if I acted upon them. Until she was ready for the claim, I had to wait.

When her pussy clenched around my fingers and she cried out, wiggling and rubbing against my aching cock, my release came instantly. My cum covered her back, and my shoulders drooped as tension escaped.

As Joy curled against my chest, eyes closed, pride filled me. I did that. She was content enough to lean on me. I placed a kiss on her forehead, then focused on her lips. Those were mine to kiss, too, and I would soon. Pulling my fingers from her body, she never moved. Her breath evened out.

Bringing my fingers to my lips, I tasted my mate and groaned.

As I stared at that luscious creature, I was more and more confused about the old me—the Payne everyone wanted me to be. How could he—how couldI—deny myself for so long? I still remembered the fear from the memory in the hallway. Payne had been terrified, and an overwhelming helplessness gripped him. It stung my chest thinking of that feeling. What did he do that made him pull away from her so abruptly when he loved her so much? A part of me was angry with him, but another part needed to know what happened. Why? So, I’d never be that version of myself again.

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Joy startled awake a few minutes later. She wrapped her arms over her naked breasts and glanced at me. Her cheeks reddened, and my heart wanted to beat right out of my chest. Her thick arousal spread like magic, and I inhaled deeply. She wiggled, causing me to groan as she rubbed herself against my hard-on, then stilled.

“How long did I sleep?” she asked, tucking a blonde strand behind her ear. She had so much hair, and seeing it spread over my lap filled me with great pleasure.

“Not long at all,” I responded. “Sleep if you need it.”

“What about you?”

“I won’t sleep for a while.”

Not until after I claimed her. My body wouldn’t rest until she was mine. I wouldn’t tell her that. I didn’t want to pressure her. At first, she had wanted nothing to do with me, and I didn’t want to ruin the progress we’d made. I didn’t know what changed, but I enjoyed her right where I could see and touch her to ruin things.

She would learn that I was a smart and worthy mate.

“We need clothes,” she said abruptly as she stood. With the wave of her hand, a black cloak with a tight white shirt and jeans appeared on her body.

Sniffing the air, I frowned because I no longer smelled myself on her. Without a bath, how did she clean my scent off? One part of me was glad Joy had such capabilities. It meant she probably had ways to protect herself, too. The other side, the possessive one, wanted to put her on her knees and cum on her—

“Here,” she said, waving her palm toward me. “You’re too distracting with the heat. We can’t let it consume us, okay?”

I pulled at the cloak I wore. Beneath were more heavy clothes. Odd. They felt comfortable. Normal.

When I glanced at Joy, she was fussing with her hair and staring at me like I was her favorite meal. My cock strained against my jeans and steam blew from my nose. I sucked in a breath, trying not to let the desire consume me. As my mate said.

“You look more like yourself now.” She laughed. “Well, not exactly. You’re different, but I still see you.” Her happiness waned. “You’re the one that’s forgotten you and me.”

A sharp pain shot through my chest when her eyes dimmed. For a minute, the image of her sadness blurred into hundreds of other hers. I knew I’d seen that hurt a thousand times over. Each time, it twisted my insides more than the last.

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