Page 111 of Heat & Deceit
“Cool. I’ll go grab some supplies from the back.” I make my escape before anyone can stop me.
“Oh, Randal, Javier has something to talk to you about,” Lycus says, pushing away from the counter.
“Okay,” Randall squeaks.
I’m halfway to the back room when I feel the energy shift, sensing Lycus coming after me. My chest flutters and heat crawls up my neck, but I don’t falter. I continue to the back room, focusing on grabbing supplies until the door swishes open.
Though he doesn’t speak, his scent tells me everything I need to know. He takes a step. My heart jumps into my throat. I reach for a bottle of chocolate syrup. He edges closer. My stomach flips in anticipation, hands shaking as I grab for the caramel syrup. Strong hands band around my waist, and Lycus buries his nose in the crook of my neck, groaning against my skin, even though I’m wearing the scent-blocking lotion. Heat curls around my core, desire soaking my thong.
Shuddering, I inhale, chest shaking as Lycus’s purr rumbles against my back.
“This is the worst kind of torture,” he mumbles into my neck, hands inching lower. I’m wearing a black top tucked into yoga pants, and Lycus slips his pinky beneath the band of my pants. “I’m not supposed to touch you, but all I want to do is hold you. All I want is to be with you.”
“Lycus,” I whisper, but don’t know what else I’d planned on saying. I can’t think of anything but the way he’s touching me, the way I desperately want everything he’s admitting.
“Do you need something?” he asks, the slight stubble on his jaw scraping my cheek.
I nod.
“Tell me,” he says, his pinky finger inching farther into my pants.
This is a bad decision. This isn’t right. This is dangerous. This is...exactly what I want.
“More,” I rasp.
He growls, but the sound is pure lust, and the way it vibrates against my skin has me arching into his hold. My eyelids flutter closed as he slips his hand into my pants and beneath my panties, cupping my sex.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He rubs his erection against my ass. “Did you like teasing me earlier?”
“Yes,” I pant.
My mind is screaming that, at any second, Randal could burst into the back and catch us like this. Not to mention, the room smells like needy omega and horny alpha. I’m going to have to dump out a bottle of bleach to cover the smell.
One finger teases over my slit, and he groans. “You’re going to kill me, Nova.” God, my real name sounds so good on his lips. He pushes a finger inside of me, and I gasp, dropping my head back onto his shoulder and bucking. “So fucking needy.” Lycus kisses my neck and gently bites down, his thumb circling my clit.
A whine slips past my lips.
“Shh.” He adds another finger, rolling his hips against my ass, his hard cock all but mocking me through the layers of clothes. “If you’re good and be quiet, I’ll make you come.”
This is wrong on so many levels. Stupid too. Randal and Rome and Javier are all right outside this room, but I can’t seem to stop myself from saying, “Please.”
“Good choice.” He adds another finger, stretching me, like a mini version of a knot, and presses and teases my clit. “I’ve been dreaming about hearing you scream my name,” he confesses.
With shaking hands, I set the supplies on the shelf in front of me and lock my hands behind his head, brushing my cheek over his.
“Lycus,” I whisper near his ear.
His hips buck against me, and his fingers curl inside of me, stroking and stretching and teasing. “Again,” he demands, lips brushing over my shoulder. “Say it again.”
He circles my clit even faster and, instead of whispering his name, I half moan it. A dark, pleased chuckle breaks across my skin, and his teeth find the crook of my neck, biting down ever so gently. Teasing me with the prospect of a claim. His fingers slide in and out of me, flexing on the down pull, stretching and testing my limits. That thumb presses down and grinds against me. I buck my hips into the touch, greedily gasping for more until Lycus’s soft bite turns hard.
His teeth don’t break my skin, but that bite of pain is all I need to crash through an orgasm. I clamp my legs closed, locking his hands inside of me, and roll my hips over and over, savoring the stretch and press and pain, panting and whispering his name over and over. Purring, Lycus grinds into me from behind, desperate for his own release, and I push into his movements, matching that fervent pace until his teeth break away from my skin, and he moans into my neck.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I just came in my pants.”
I don’t know why, but it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, and I can’t stop the giggle that spills out of me. He slides his fingers out of me and clamps the hand that was just in my pants over my mouth.
“Shh,” he reminds me, pushing his wet fingers inside of my mouth. “Suck,” he demands.
