Page 93 of Our Deceptive Heat

Digs

Buried in you isright where I belong- Dillon ‘Digs’ Fate

The others have gotten up to go field all the calls after yesterday’s concert. The interview with Mitro is still hot in the heads of people, and we’ve got a lot of attention on us at the moment, but I’ve kidnapped her. Restlessness has me in a choke hold. I pull her up my body and thrust my hips until I sink inside her. She gasps in her sleep. So beautiful and innocent.

I stroke her back and then grip her thigh, drag it up, and start rocking slowly.

I’m not fucking her to fuck her. No, this is the sweetest connection. I just need to be closer to her than our bodies will allow.

I eye her shoulder, imagining my bond right there. All silvery and marring that perfect flesh.

I thrust harder, and she gasps, stretching against my body in a way that makes it hard not to embarrass myself.

“Ryn, love. Wake up and kiss me.”

She moans and clenches around me.

Her eyes blink open, and she presses her lips to mine. Her kiss is languid and soft, and when I open my eyes, she’s crying.

Fear slices through me, and I stop moving.

“Don’t stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

She tightens around me and shifts, sitting up and riding me. I can’t resist her, though I try.

“Ryn, what’s wrong?”

She shakes her head and a sob escapes. I sit up, wrapping my arms around her and hold her tight, as if I can save her from all the wrongs in the world.

“It will be okay. It will be fine. Whatever it is, we can handle it!”

She fucks me harder, taking me deeper. I lose myself in the feel of her, melting into the scent and hot heat of her cunt and mouth.

I’m sweating, trying to hold out, so that we can come together. She tightens and clenches around me. I surge up, but she pushes down, forcing herself onto my knot. It’s completely unexpected.

I let out a muffled curse a moment before things get out of control.

When I come back to, Ryn is shaking and panting, and I’m on top, rutting into her. With every movement, pleasure sizzles through my spine and into my balls. I just want to be deeper.

I grip her wrists and pin them to the bed above her head.

“Bad, Omega.”

She lets out a disgustingly pathetic whine that rips any frustration I had away. I nuzzle her face and kiss my way along her jaw.

“There’s something wrong, and I’m not going to unknot you until you tell me what it is.”

She stares up at me with the softest smile on her lips. “It’s going to be perfect.”

I frown, wishing Tyr was here. He would know what’s wrong with her. She’s happy but sad, but I can’t for the life of me work out why. So, I do the best I can, and I just hold her for a long time. I just cradle her to me, and we just exist, locked together.

“Aura-” I try to say when my knot deflates, releasing us.

“Dillon, you are the most beautiful star. Do you know that? You shine in the dark. Even if you didn’t have the pack, no one could not see you.”

“Aura, please, tell me so I can fix it.”

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