Page 128 of Our Deceptive Heat

I bury my sobs in his shoulder, biting and kissing. Our fucking is a frenzy. We’ve got almost five years of tension between us. Five years of pure need.

He nuzzles the tops of my squashed breasts and bites hard. I yelp and lean down, biting his ear in retaliation.

Envy just laughs and slips a finger in my ass.

I come hard, screaming in paradise. Only the ocean is witness to the way I clench around him, to the tear that runs down my cheek. My body convulses in his arms, and it’s all I can do to cling to him. He thrusts harder, and I feel him come, too. He strains, his tendons popping out, a low grunting growl the only sound he makes. I clench around him, my cunt milking his cock, draining him dry. My eyes widen as I feel the amount of cum he deposits in me, but he doesn’t stop fucking me, he keeps thrusting. And to my surprise, I feel a tingle again.

I grip his shoulders and pull myself up and down on his cock.

“Good thing about omegas,” Envy whispers in my ear. “We can keep coming and coming and coming.”

My eyes widen as he turns and walks us back to the shore. He gets to the sand and drops us down carefully, rutting into me in a frenzy.

I claw at his back, my legs wrapped around his waist, holding on, while every thrust sends me higher. Slick pours out of us, mixing with the waves that rock over us, but every single thrust of his hits this spot, and I get closer and closer.

I bite into his shoulder and get a thought.

Bond him. The thought blooms in my mind, and with it comes clarity. If I can feel them, then I know if they are telling the truth and if they will hurt me. But it’s a risk.

Take a chance.

Gamble.

Do I trust Envy? It shakes me to the absolute core to realise that I do.

“Bond me,” I say out loud. “If you mean it, prove it. If this is forever, and you’re not going to hurt me again, put that bond on me. This is the only way I’m going to trust you, if I can feel you. Become an open book, Envy, and put your money where your mouth is.”

Envy pauses and then redoubles his efforts. His thrusts drive us into the sand. He grips my wet hair and pulls my head to the side. His pupils are blown, his mouth swollen and pink. He looks completely destroyed.

“What my omega wants,” Envy growls in a savage sound that makes my insides flutter. “My omega gets.”

He reaches between us and strokes my clit. That's all I can take. Another scream tries to steal free of my throat, but I latch onto his neck, biting hard, sinking my teeth in. The bond explodes into place, fierce, wild, and so intense I see stars. It drives my pleasure, spiraling it, sending it not just through my body but through the very fabric of who I am. He has remade me.

His teeth sink into my upper breast, dragging my attention away from the bond. I cry out again, in agony that bleeds into ecstasy, lifting my arms to cradle him as he frantically jerks and fills me with his release again.

The bonds flare up like lightning between us, dancing along my oversensitive skin. Flaring through the connection between us, and then it settles.

Everything fades away.

The bonds are the only thing that exist as I float along in a blissed out haze.

I can feel him, and he’s inside me in a way I thought I would never have. I can feel how desperate he is for me, how much this omega loves me. He is mine. Just as I am his.

He wasn’t lying.

I peel open my eyes to find him up on one elbow, staring at me with an intensity that takes my breath away.

“I told you, the only song I can hear is the one with you in it. I can’t exist without you, Ryn Raines. No melody works without you, the lyrics aren’t right. The song is wrong. Only you are my music.”

I shake my head. “If you keep saying sweet things like that, you’re gonna be stuck with me.”

He drags himself up my body, grinding his cock in deep. “Let’s make sure that it holds, then.”

Chapter forty

Mako

The hope you dropcreates ripples that are more powerful than all the world’s waves- Mathew ‘Mako’ Fate

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