Page 31 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Ambrose’s voice jolts me out of my lustful fog, and I pull my hand away from where I was stroking myself through my pants.
I head the rest of the way down the stairs and find my mate in the kitchen, setting bags of groceries on the counter.
Molten warmth spreads through my body at the smile he gives me, and a matching one curls my lips despite my terrible mood. There’s always that same instinctual reaction whenever I see Ambrose, like my body knows he’s safe. Tension eases from my shoulders as I move to his side to pull him into my arms and press my lips to his.
“Mmm, this is a nice greeting,” he murmurs when our lips part, his solid bulk and refreshing herbal citrus scent enveloping me.
“I missed you.” I kiss him again, and my cheeks heat when my still-stiff cock brushes against his thigh.
He raises a brow at me. “I can tell,” he replies with a husky laugh.
I step back and shake my head. “I’m always excited for you that way, but it’s not that. Can you not feel Jackson through the bond?” I grab the carton of oatmilk and stick it in the fridge to avoid my mate’s gaze as I tell him I’m hard because of another man.
Ambrose laughs. “Oh,that. God, it took all my willpower to shut him out so I wouldn’t get a boner in the produce aisle.”
When I look back at him, he looks mildly perturbed but not upset with me at all.
I sigh. “At least you could block him out. I’ve been stuckwith Jackson’s full force heat horniness for the last hour. I wanted to get the rest of my work done before you got home, but…” I gesture down at my dick, and as if on cue, more of the beta’s pleasure seeps through the bond.
“Ugh, that sounds awful. I’m sorry, love.” Ambrose moves behind me to rub my shoulders. My eyes shut as his touch takes some of the edge off of the stress that’s been building after a day of work nonsense, followed by Jackson’s leaky bond.
After a few moments, he leans in closer and presses his lips to my neck, his cropped beard scraping pleasurably against the delicate skin there. “Is there anything I could do to help you with that?”
I chuckle as his hard cock presses against my ass. “You want to write my emails for me?”
I feel him smile against my skin. “If that’s what you need, absolutely. I don’t know how well they’ll turn out, but I’ll do my best.”
Turning around to face him, I let my eyes drop to the bulge in his pants. “Who knew answering emails was such a turn on for you?”
His light eyelashes brush against his cheeks as he lowers his eyes as he speaks. “Serving you turns me on.”
Heat coils inside me at his raspy words. I’m already so worked up that I slip into the dominant headspace with ease. My fingers tangle in Ambrose’s cropped hair and I tug just hard enough that it’ll cause a small prick of pain. “You want to take care of me?”
He gasps and his eyes flash with desire, followed by the slightly unfocused look he gets when we play together. “Yes, sir.”
With barely any coaxing from me, he slides down to his knees and looks up, waiting for my permission to do more.
I incline my chin at him as my alpha pushes to the surfaceof my mind. It’s always thrilled by his submission. The submission of another alpha that’s older and stronger than me.
“Go on, then.”
He groans, the sound tinged with need.
Fuck, he looks so handsome on his knees. I run my hand through his hair as he eases my cock out of my underwear and presses a kiss to the weeping head.
It’s not going to take long after all the unintentional edging. Jackson’s pleasure dulls as my own rises to the forefront of my mind, but it’s still there as Ambrose sucks my cock into his eager mouth.
I know it’s wrong, but I get a perverse thrill from knowing we’re both getting off at the same time. Then promptly hate myself for enjoying that thought.
Focusing on the wet heat of my mate’s mouth and the desire he’s sending me through our bond, I push any Jackson-related thoughts to the back of my mind, locking them back in the box I’ve put them in for years.
I have the perfect man here on his knees for me. I love Ambrose with every fiber of my being. It’s no secret to him that I’m attracted to Jackson, but I don’t want that tainting this moment between us.
My release rises swiftly, and before long I’m gasping as I come hard down Ambrose’s throat while he squeezes my knot the way he knows I like. “Fuck, that’s it. Swallow it all.”
Ambrose moans around me, eyes watering as I hold him down on my cock for as long as I dare. I yank him off me and the final rope of my cum splatters against his lips as he sucks in a shaky breath.
I haul him up to slam my mouth against his. Tasting my cum on his tongue makes my alpha want to purr with possessive pride.
