Page 124 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
He didn’t ask me to undress, but I know from the hungry way River watches me, that was implied. I tug off my underwear and toss them in the hamper, then get on the bed, cock stiff and leaking as I wait for him to join me.
He climbs onto the bed, hovering above me as he searches my face with wild eyes. “Color?”
“Green,” I confirm. “But if you don’t tell me?—”
River’s mouth is on mine, hot and hungry. His tongue pushes against my lips and when I open for him, he’s demanding. I let out a half-groan, half-sigh at the intensity, but squirm beneath him, frustrated he cut me off.
“Patience, toy. I’m getting there,” he rasps, reaching between our bodies to wrap his slender fingers around my cock. “God, you’re always so needy. No wonder you have a scent match. You’re insatiable.”
“River,” I moan as he gives my cock a rough tug.
He removes his hand from my aching length and shakes his head. “Not River.Sir.”
“S-sir,” I say, the words shaky with the combined force of my lust and need for him to just fucking tell me already.
“You want it all. You’re greedy,” he growls, moving off of me and gesturing for me to roll over onto my stomach as he grabs the bottle on the bedside table and pumps some lube into his hand.
“I am,” I agree, skin burning with the delicious sting of embarrassment as I follow his order, rolling onto my stomach and presenting myself for him.
“You’re lucky, fuck toy. Because I’m greedy, too. As much as I try to fight it, I want it all.” The bed shifts as River positions himself behind me and knees my thighs further apart.
I suck in a shaky inhale as he circles my hole with two slicked fingers, spreading lube around the rim.
He’s distracting me, but I’m burning with the need for more.
More of his touch.
More information.
More about what “wanting it all” even means.
If it means what I think it does…
“Fuck,” I groan as he eases a finger inside of me. No matter how many times I take my mate, it’s always intense. River’s touch lights me up and his alpha’s dominance subdues my caretaking urge so I can let go.
Thankfully, I don’t need to prompt River to go on. His voice is rough as he continues, working me open as he adds another finger, knowing I can take it. “When I see you with her, I’m jealous because I know I can’t have that. When I see all three of you together, it makes me burn. Not because she’s taking you from me, but because I can’t join you.”
My stomach flips at his ragged confession, and I look back at him over my shoulder. “You still want Camille?” I don’t mean to sound so shocked, but the way he’s behaved aroundher and approached this whole situation has made me think the complete opposite.
River huffs, placing a hand on my back and pressing me down so I can’t look at him. Pinning me in place and demanding I take what he wants to give me, only on his terms.
It’s a good thing I enjoy submitting to him so much.
“Yes, I want her. I want her and I can’t have her, and it drives me crazy. I want you, and her, and fuck it, I want Jackson, too, despite him being even more impossible to have.”
River removes his fingers and notches his cock against my fluttering hole. Taking him without more prep will burn, but I don’t care.
I want to feel every inch of him pushing inside me.
I want to take everything from him. All the hurt, frustrated parts, and the needs he’s tried so hard to fight and shoulder alone.
“You can have her,” I pant, fingers gripping the sheets as I bear down and the blunt head of his cock presses inexorably into me. “We can find a way to make it work.”
A dark laugh echoes in the room, bitter and pained. “No.”
My heart threatens to shatter at that single word, chest aching for my mate.
This whole time, I was worried he was hiding because he wasn’t happy about adding an omega to our pack, but he was unhappy because he couldn’t add her in the way he truly wants. Because even after over ten years, he still wants Jackson.
