Page 22 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
My brow furrows, even as my omega preens at what he’s saying. “You are?”
“Yes. And once we’ve gone over the ground rules for your heat, I’m going to see if you taste as good,” he whispers, lips curving into a dirty grin.
“Oh, fuck.” My breathy words are accompanied by a burst of perfume and slick.
“You like the sound of that?” The hand on my back slides up to toy with the zipper on my dress.
“Y-yes.” I squirm, but he keeps me close. “But don’t we need to wait for the other heat attendant?”
“Uh, about that…” Daisy’s voice cuts through the fog of need, and I suddenly remember that she’s still in the room with us. My face heats as I look over to see her standing by the door with an apologetic smile plastered on her face. “I’m afraid the only heat minder that matched your needs and was available at such short notice was Jackson. It’s not ideal, but we’re confident he’ll be able to take care of you on his own.”
I look back at the beta in question and he has that same nervous look on his face as before. He rubs the back of his neck as he gives me a half smile. “I know it’s not ideal and that I’m not an alpha, but I have my ways. I promise I’ll do everything I can to keep you feeling good throughout your heat.”
He sounds earnest and a bit like he’s bracing for my disappointment.
“Oh thank god,” I blurt, relieved that it’ll just be the two of us.
Jackson cocks a brow at me. “Worried I wouldn’t know how to handle your heat?”
I laugh. “No, you seem more than capable. I’m happy to keep things to just you. Sex with one stranger is a lot less intimidating than sex with a group of strangers. I’m glad you’re a beta. I’m a beta. Or I was a beta.” I rub a hand across my face with a sigh as I correct myself. “God, I still can’t wrap my head around being an omega. How the fuck am I supposed to be an omega?”
He gives me a sympathetic nod and cups my cheek. “You’re still you, no matter what your designation is. This heat isn’t going to change that. So let’s try something. For the next few days, you’re just Camille and I’m just Jackson. No designations. We’re two people who are going to have an amazing time fucking our brains out, because that’s what we want to do. Because we’re both hot as fuck and want to make each other feel good. Nothing else matters.”
His earl gray scent grows stronger as he speaks, and when I squirm in his lap as he mentions wanting to make each other feel good, I realize he’s hard. My breath hitches, relief from his reassurances and arousal from knowing he’s turned on swirl inside me. “We can do that. I’d like that.”
“Good.” Jackson’s hand drops from my cheek to run down my arm, and I gasp softly as his fingertips brush the side of my breast. Every small touch is lighting me up and driving me crazy with the need for more. “Now, I read the info you gave Daisy, but can you confirm a few things for me before we havesome fun?”
I readjust myself in his lap, rubbing against his dick. “I’ll try.”
He chuckles and squeezes my hip. “That’s all I ask. Are you comfortable being alone with me now?”
“Yes. Please, yes.” I sound desperate, but I can’t find it in me to care.
“Mmm, so eager. I love a woman who knows what she wants.” Jackson keeps his eyes on me as speaks again. “Thanks, Daisy. I think I’ve got it from here.”
“Alright, great! Camille, honey, remember if you need anything at all, we’re here. Same goes for you, Jackson.”
“Thank you,” I call back to her, unable to look away from Jackson.
A moment later, the door clicks shut. Tension I didn’t realize was there from Daisy’s presence eases, and filling its place is an unbearable, aching need between my thighs.
“Oh god, I need…” I groan, leaning in to press myself closer to his solid, warm chest.
“I know, gorgeous. I need it, too.” Jackson guides my arms around his neck and stands, cradling me in his arms like I weigh nothing.
When he sets me down on the broad mattress, I try to pull him down on top of me, but he stands and moves away.
I let out a pathetic whine and reach out for him, but he shakes his head. “Questions first. Oh, and I have something for you. For your nest.” His cheeks burnish as he picks up his bag and unzips it, then tosses over a handful of clothes.
I scoop them up on instinct and bring them to my nose, getting a potent hit of his scent. There’s a weird rattling sensation in my chest like a car engine trying to start and I clear my throat, but it doesn’t go away.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” I mutter, rubbing at my chest.
“You’re purring for me. Damn, you really do like the way I smell.” Jackson gives me a cocky smile, clearly pleased at my reaction.
“Stop smiling at me and ask your damn questions before I lose my mind,” I whine. I’m this close to trying to rub one out on my own, though I can tell it won’t do much to help.
I need touch.
