Page 33 of Our Deceptive Heat

“She was safe, of course, she was safe.”

I shrug. “I needed to know it.”

Digs tilts his head back and roars his frustration. Everyone ignores him.

Tyr scrubs his hands through his hair and advances on me, gripping the back of my belt loop and leaning up against me. The heat of him, the presence of him, always turns me on.

I turn my head slightly, watching him nuzzle my shoulder.

“Tyr?”

He makes a sound and then bites down hard. I groan and stand perfectly still while he worries the spot.

Tyr always gets like this after a show. It’s the ultimate for him. His excitement leaves him in this horny, blissed out state where he just needs to fuck it out of his system.

Digs watches with heavily-lidded eyes, but Envy is already stripping off.

“What did she say?” Tyr asks so quietly I almost don’t hear it.

“She didn’t say much of anything, just that she would see us on the plane.”

Tyr slips in front of me, working his way between me and the window. He grips my hand and places it on his neck.

“I made her sad.”

And, oh, the regret and devastation in his eyes until he hides it. Tyr has always loved and respected Ryn, the musician. He would never want to hurt the creative side of her. The woman is a totally different story, the woman hurt him.

I clear my throat and squeeze my fingers, guiding him back towards the bedroom. He lifts his chin, exposing that long neck, but then Envy wraps himself around him from behind. He’s as naked as the day he was born, and that hits Tyr like a tonne of bricks, stealing all of his attention.

I grind my cock into Tyr, and then let go, spinning as Digs crashes into me, our lips colliding. His aggression is something only I can handle tonight.

He pulls off my top and runs his hands up my naked chest.

“I’m so mad at you,” Digs growls.

I bite his bottom lip and growl back, “I don’t care.”

I’m slammed up against a wall, while he undoes my pants and works his hand down until he can grip my shaft.

I moan, the huge heat of his heavy, calloused hand is a heaven that I know I’d kill to keep.

“Digs,” I warn as he just holds me.

He laughs and then strokes me up and down four times before he stops again, his thumb strokes up to my slit. I watch in furious arousal as he lifts this thumb to his mouth and sucks my arousal off his thumb.

“Oh, fuck, that’s hot!” Tyr moans. “Do it again, Digs.”

Envy is on his knees, taking Tyr deep into his throat. Swallowing him with practiced ease.

“That’s hotter,” I argue.

Tyr lets out a groaning laugh.

And this is what we all sat down and decided we couldn’t afford to lose. This pack works, just like this. We know each other; we grew up with each other. I love every single inch of each of these guys. Hell, I know how they got their scars, and I was there for every tattoo or piercing. I understand what it means when Tyr’s eyes flash or when Dig’s fingers start twitching. I understand all of Envy’s silences.

Nothing is allowed to come between that. We have perfection, and our agreement was never to gamble on it.

Not even a beautiful beta with a gift for putting my heart into words and the kiss that has me wanting more.

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