Page 59 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Ambrose: Let’s keep that to ourselves for now. We can look, but Camille isn’t like a lot of other omegas. If we talk about her living with us on our first date, she’ll run.
There’s a knock on my door, and I startle, glancing at the clock on my phone to see that it’s time for my next appointment.
Ambrose: I gotta go. We’ll talk more when I’m heading home.
River: I’ll be in meetings for the rest of the day, so I might not reply. But whatever you two decide is fine with me. I trust you.
Jackson: Gonna give Dolly a bath, so she looks her best. Talk to you later!
I set the phone down and head out of my office to go see my next patient, knowing I’ll probably look a little deranged with how I can’t stop smiling. But I can’t help it. I’m floating on a cloud at the prospect of seeing Camille again and showing her how well she’ll fit with our pack.
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It’simpossible to focus when I get back to work after my appointment. Ambrose kept his exam as professional as possible, but even that was far too stimulating. I’m still slick and aching for him, especially with the prospect of him “taking care of me” tonight.
Thank god the omega scent blocking panties seem to work even when I’m super horny, so I don’t have to worry about outing myself with my scent the second I step back into the office.
Rick took off early to head off on a family vacation, so at least I have no witness to watch me stare at my monitor, my cheeks burning as heat memories unlocked by Ambrose’s touch bubble to the surface.
“Show him your needy pussy, Cami,” Jackson whispers, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers splay me open, my thighs spread wide as he keeps my back pinned to his chest. The hand on my breast slides up to cage my throat, and rather than making me feel trapped, there’s a blissful sensation of safety.
Ambrose strokes his thick, ruddy cock, his knot inflating as hestares at where Jackson is dipping his finger inside me, drawing out a mix of my slick and their cum and circling it around my clit.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re dripping for us,” the alpha rasps, moving closer to press his lips to my thigh, then trailing teasing kisses closer and closer to my aching pussy.
“Please.Please.” The scrape of Ambrose’s beard and the heat of his mouth, combined with Jackson teasing my clit, have me desperate again.
I cry out in protest when Jackson stops rubbing my clit, sliding his hand up to stroke my belly, but a moment later, Ambrose’s mouth is on me.
Jackson chuckles, letting me know he’s in the mood to torture me again. “Let’s see how many times you can come on his tongue, gorgeous.”
An incoming text notification forces my attention back to my surroundings, which is good, because I was seconds away from seeing if I could rub one out under my desk. That’d finally give my boss a reason to get rid of me, and I’m not about to give him that satisfaction.
With a groan, I squeeze my thighs together and remove my hand from the hem of my skirt and unlock my phone, glancing out into the hallway to make sure no one is paying attention to me texting at my desk. Again, I don’t want to give my boss any more excuses to judge me.
My heart leaps in my chest when I see Ambrose texted. He programmed his number into my phone before I left the clinic, but I didn’t think he’d be messaging me so soon.
Ambrose: Hope you got back to the office alright. Forgive me for leaving you so needy. I hate not being able to take care of you.
And now I’m dripping slick again, my omega eagerlyrecalling how good it felt letting Ambrose take care of me during my heat.
Camille: I’m having a hard time focusing, but I’ll survive.
Ambrose: I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.
I suck in a deep breath, trying to shove my horny thoughts down. Which is a mistake because on the heels of that and my relief he’s not texting to cancel comes anxiety about meeting the rest of his pack.
Tonight.
Oh god, I can’t believe I agreed to that! I need more time to prepare. I would’ve worn something different, and now if I go home and change into a nicer outfit, Ambrose will know. Will that make me seem like I’m trying too hard?
See, this is why I stopped dating. It’s such a hassle trying to figure out what date protocol is. I’d rather do whatever I want without worrying about how I’ll be perceived by a man. I’m too old for this shit.
Breathe, Camille. You were excited about this.
I try to focus back on my omega’s excitement as I send a reply.
Camille: At the very least, I’m sure I’ll need to fill that prescription for hugs. I’m pretty nervous. Excited, but freaking out a little.
