Page 50 of Our Deceptive Heat

I shake my head, but that makes it throb. “No, I just need to sleep.”

“All right.” He carries me through the house, pauses, and then opens a door.

“Envy?” Tyr’s deep voice is whiplash of sharp sounds. I tense, wondering what I’ve done to upset him now.

“It’s all right. She needs to sleep. It’s the darkest room in the house-”

“But-”

“Tyr, drop it. It’s fine. She needs to sleep.”

We enter the dark room and the smells of the pack are strong. Envy lowers me to a bed, and I grab a pillow and curl up around it, moaning as sharp twists of pain grip my stomach.

Envy pauses and puts a hand on my head. “You’re hot.”

I whimper.

“I’m going to get you some painkillers and some water.”

He disappears, and I think I must fall asleep because it seems like only a moment later, he’s got me sitting up and carefully puts a tablet in my mouth, coaxes me to swallow the water, and then adds another.

I moan in pain, but when he goes to leave, I cling to him. Reluctantly, he climbs in beside me, pulling me up on his chest. I wrap myself around him and fall back into a deep sleep.

The next time Iwake up, it’s dark, and the house is silent. Envy is still in the bed with me, twined around me. I have a thigh thrown over his hip, and my mouth is pressed against his chest.

I’m touching him everywhere, but there is one part of us that is touching that brings the most alarm. My pussy is pressed against the hard lump in his jeans. And I can tell that he is soaked.

I’m frozen as panic spears through me.

I’m not sick.

Oh, god.

My eyes snap to his. Envy has his eyes open, and he’s staring at me intently.

I clear my throat, then do it again, but when I try to pull away, he wraps his arms around me and holds me still.

“You got something you need to share, Ryn?”

I shake my head tersely.

“Omega,” Envy whispers, and I get full body shivers.

I can’t even protest. The evidence is damning. My scent is fully enmeshed with the scents of the pack. It’s nice and so very wrong.

I don’t realise I’m rocking against him until he moans.

“Shit, sorry. Let me go.” My voice is husky and whatever Envy hears, his cock twitches under me.

My eyes widen. “You should let me go.”

“You should explain.”

“Yes, I agree. An explanation would be outstanding,” Tyr growls from the doorway.

I spring away from Envy, breaking his hold. Fuck, it’s just like last time. Except no one caught us that time. It was close, but we escaped by the skin of our teeth.

Envy sits up more slowly, ignoring the wet patch on his jeans as he stands up and follows me up the stairs and out of the room.

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