Our Deceptive Heat (When it Raines Omegaverse #3)

20. Tyr

Chapter twenty

Tyr

I keep looking for reasons to tell you no, but I don’t even know what I’m fighting for- Tyr Fate

We’re back at the hotel, and it’s the middle of the night. Of course, I can’t sleep. Instead of wandering around and keeping the pack up, I slip out of our rooms and head down to the lounge. There is a slow and melancholy jazz track playing in the background, and the lights are dimmed. Other than the bartender, there is only one person in the bar, and I recognise her immediately.

For a moment, I just watch the misery on her expression as she turns the glass of whatever she’s drinking. She’s got her chin on one hand and is wearing jeans and a loose grey top. Her hair is all sleep tousled, but her sadness bleeds into the air.

I should leave.

I can’t leave.

Auryn looks up when she hears me coming and smiles. It’s the instant, welcoming smile that crushes all of my resistance. I grab a chair beside her at the bar, turn it, and straddle it. Her eyes trail down my thighs, and I feel myself start to get hard. We haven’t discussed if things will continue, not with her and not with the pack.

We should have.

I want her.

“What are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she murmurs. “It's too quiet and empty. ”

She couldn’t have said anything worse if she tried. The urge to pack her up in my arms and drag her into our bed where my pack can wrap her up in our protective arms is too hard to resist.

“They told me about you. About your sister. I had no idea, Tyr. I’m sorry.”

I shrug, put my arms over the back of the chair, and lean my chin on it. “Family is family, and I protect them.”

“You’re something special, Tyr. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” she murmurs and slides me a notebook.

I flip it open and read the song she’s written for me. It’s about trying so hard to make the world perfect. About standing on an island that’s crumbling.

I close my eyes briefly, wishing things were different.

“Why do you understand me so easily?” I murmur, wishing she didn’t.

She stands up, but I catch her arm. No, I can’t let her go. Not after that. I rise and step into her space so we’re almost chest-to-chest.

“How do you know me so well, Auryn? How can you see parts of me that no one else can?”

“I don’t know, I just see you.”

She tugs her arm, but I refuse to let her go

Instead, I crush her to me and lift so her feet dangle off the ground. Anything to stop her escape. She wraps her legs around my hips as I carry her back up to my suite. She makes a tiny noise of protest that I silence with a low grumble.

In the low light, I shuffle past everything until I’m in our bedroom, staring at the mass of bodies I can just make out in the dark.

Mako lifts his head. “What’s going on? Is everything all right?”

“Ryn can’t sleep.”

Envy and Digs lift their heads, and now the whole pack is watching us. I wait to hear any protests, but none come. Good.

I carefully put her in the middle of the bed. They roll and shift, and then she’s wrapped up in a mass of arms and legs. I hear a murmur of voices as one of the alphas soothes whatever uncertainties she might have.

Everything settles down, and the silence stretches, going from tense to comfortable. I walk around the bed, ready to climb back in, when I stop dead. My ears strain, listening for the sound.

Digs is purring. I mean, it happens, but it hasn’t happened in years, not since we met her.

Envy reaches out, grabbing my wrist and tugging me towards the bed. He knows how monumental it is that Digs is purring. We all know .

“Alpha, come to bed.”

And how could I refuse that request? I slide into bed, but my brain is still going a million miles an hour. Digs is happy again. It’s been forever.

Envy turns and wraps himself around me, content. He’s not having nightmares. In fact, he hasn’t had nightmares in weeks. Mako isn’t antagonizing everyone.

I am tired, maybe now, I’ll finally be able to sleep.

How did I miss all this? My exhaustion gives way to the comfort of having the pack near me. I turn my face into Envy’s throat, kissing the bare skin there.

I’m so tired.

I close my eyes, giving in.

I wake up and stare at the ceiling. My pack is asleep, and Ryn is still here. I can smell the coconut. It’s faint. I know she’s using all those deodorizers and suppressants again. I hate it, but I can understand why.

I’m just surprised she didn’t run.

I wince when I remember the events of yesterday, and that takes the sweetness out of the morning. I roll out of bed and head to the shower. We’d caught the plane back to Greyshore, our next stop, and sat in silence, unwilling to let anyone outside of the five of us know what occurred. We didn’t talk about it, we always communicate, so why didn’t we this time? That’s the source of the issues. We don’t know if Envy is hurt, if she is scared, if everyone is okay, and no one seems game to bring it up.

I gnash my teeth, frustrated for not pushing the issue yesterday.

Tony has been cheerful and inquisitive, but even he’d picked up on our mood and left it alone.

Perhaps time will wash away the need, the desire to have her. Bringing her back to sleep with us isn’t going to make that easier, though. I turn the shower on, strip off, and get in.

The hot water sloshes over me, but it doesn’t take away any of the stress.

The bathroom door opens, and to my surprise, Ryn is shoved in here, naked.

“Ryn was dreaming of you,” Digs shouts with a snicker and shuts the door.

Ryn tries to open it, but it won’t budge.

She’s naked. I stare at the ample curves of her ass and trail my eyes up to the snatched waist. She is all woman, she is all omega. So lovely. My mouth waters.

“Ryn?”

I don’t mean for it to come out so sexual, but she tenses and turns.

I stare at the omega, running my eyes over lithe curves and wide hips. I itch to grab her and drag her close. Those cherry nipples that harden under my leer call to be kissed, her huge breasts that drive me wild rise and fall with each breath. I know I should look away, but I can’t.

To my surprise, I find that she’s looking down my body, checking me out, too. I straighten my shoulders and have to resist the urge to reach down and stroke my hard cock.

If she keeps looking at me like that, I know exactly how this is going to end.

This is the perfect woman for our pack. No, the perfect omega for our pack. That thought blares into my mind and stays there roaring, and I can’t silence it.

I close my eyes. We can’t have her, and that’s the truth. We can’t. Find the willpower somewhere, Tyr.

“What if it’s just once, for now…” Ryn begins and then stops. She folds her arms over her stomach and looks down but away.

Fuck!

My resistance melts away. I push open the shower door.

“Auryn, come here.”

She shuffles towards me, gasping as I drag her under the spray. I run my hand over her hair, getting it all wet, and then trailing my fingers down to her butt. She moans as I squeeze that soft and pliable flesh in my hands, pulling until she’s up on her toes and falling into me.

“You make it impossible to resist you,” I growl.

“Stop resisting me, then. Just for a couple of minutes,” she snaps back.

Coconut is my new favourite scent. My mouth waters, and I lean forward and suck on the side of her neck.

“You make it impossible to think. I forget everything when I’m around you,” Ryn whispers. Her voice comes in broken stutters punctuated with moans and gasps. “Fucking muscles and body, your damn eyes. I dream about you and the way you sing under your breath in my ear when we’re working.”

I let go, admiring the dark mark. It’s not a bonding bite, but it’s still a mark. My mark on her.

“I hope I drive you as insane as you drive me,” I growl and shove her up against the wall. She lets out an oof, but as I press up against her, she hooks a leg around my hip.

“Fast,” Ryn murmurs. “Doesn’t count if it’s fast.”

“Everything counts,” I hiss, but I take hold of my cock, stroke it through her folds, feeling the slick, wet heat, and then thrust up as hard as I can .

She lets out a low moan, and her fingernails dig into my shoulders, arching her back so those delicious breasts are basically on offer to me.

“Groan louder so everyone knows what we’re doing,” I hiss.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she moans back at me and clenches around my cock.

The almost angry tension between us is like gasoline on a fire. Nothing can stop us now.

I growl and swipe water out of my face. It pours over us, but neither of us really care. All that matters is the feel of her clenching around me.

I hook that thigh higher and thrust into her, grinding my hips in a circle that has her eyes rolling.

“Tyr, please, harder.”

“No, we’re doing it how I want.” My dark rumble has her eyes opening wide. She stares at me in shock.

Good. She needs to know who she’s fucking.

“You’re going to take it for as long as I want to give it. And you’re going to come when I tell you to, aren’t you?”

She dips her head down.

“In words, Auryn.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

A growl of satisfaction rumbles in my chest as I lean in closer, sliding my hands up to squeeze her huge breasts and flick my fingertips over her nipples. She whimpers and moans, her cunt fluttering around me.

I smirk and duck my head down, sucking on one of her nipples, hard enough that she cries out, nice and loud. I let go and do it again.

“Good, Omega,” I whisper. “Louder next time.”

She gasps and writhes against me, unable to stay still. I can feel her slick running from between her legs, mixing with the water and vanishing, but deep in her cunt, her slick is its most potent, slippery and saturated, weeping for my cock. If we had more time…

I bite her nipple, dragging my teeth over the sensitive tip as I fuck her nice and even in slow strokes to make it last. Smooth, controlled.

She shoves at me. I let go of her breast, but I push her back, pinning her against the cold tiles. Now she’s trapped, pinned. Oh, this is hot. I grip one arm and then the other, pinning them above her head. Her eyes glint as she stares at me defiantly.

This is a side of Ryn I’m not used to seeing. This out of control, ferocious wildcat. She bares her teeth, so I thrust hard, burying myself in her as deep as I can.

She lets out a groan and clenches her hands into fists, arching her body against mine, her hips undulating.

Over and over, I repeat my motions, driving us both to the edge of control. I’m fascinated by the way she’s losing her cool. The sobs she lets out, the pleas for mercy.

I ignore them all, needing to draw this out. It’s heaven between her legs. I’m buried in heaven, and I don’t want it to be over.

The water continues to run, but I’ve lost interest in everything but her body. I pull out and turn her around, keeping her wrists above her head. I kick her legs apart and sink back into her. With one hand, I trace over the curve of her ass, drawing my thumb over her asshole, before I sink it in, just a little.

Ryn gasps and shoves back harder, panting and sobbing.

“Please!”

I push two fingers into her ass, watching as her protesting body takes them.

“TYR!”

I thrust up into her. My balls are tight, my ears are ringing, my mouth watering. I feel drugged, my skin tingling over my entire body. I thrust again and again.

She lets out a guttural groan, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge and snap my control.

I thrust into her, harder, faster, driving myself up into her, listening to every delicious unhinged sound she makes. The minute her body tightens, and she clamps around my cock like a vice, all thought leaves my mind.

I piston my hips into her, one hand braced on the wall, chasing my orgasm, chasing and finding that heaven only gets better.

My brain is still whirring when I see Envy staring at her. We’re in the lounge, and she looks amazing, dressed in leggings and an oversized t-shirt. She’s still half wet, bedraggled, and is clearly still coming down from the fucking I gave her. I want her again.

Envy’s expression suddenly computes in my brain. I look back at Envy and panic.

“Envy, you can’t! It will destroy everything,” I hiss.

“We have to tell her.”

“We signed a contract. If we are associated with an omega, we lose Fate’s Choice. We lose the band. Our finances won’t recover, not yet. We wouldn’t recover. We can’t tell her about all of this. Not yet.”

“Some things are more important than money, Tyr. She is more important than our band.”

I recoil and stare at him, but I can’t argue with that. He’s right. She is .

I slump and dip my chin, not giving him permission but giving him my surrender.

I watch as he walks towards her.

This is it. Our entire world will end with one confession. But what a reason to turn it to flames.