Page 107 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Ambrose shifts like he’s going to lie back on the mattress, but I take hold of his shoulder before he does. “I…” I swallow hard, then force myself to tell him exactly what I want before my omega gets mad at me. “I want to do it on my knees. I want you to fuck my mouth until I choke on your knot.”
Intense heat fills Ambrose’s piercing gray eyes, and his indulgent smile melts away. He nods and grabs one of the memory foam cushions from my nest, tossing it on the floor. “On your knees for me, omega,” he commands, almost, but not quite, an alpha bark. Just enough to make my legs weak and head swim with the need to please him as I obey.
The moment my knees hit the pillow and I look up at him, Ambrose strokes a hand over my sleep-mussed hair and then down my cheek to trace his thumb over my lips. “Open.”
My lips part and he slips his thumb inside, pressing on my tongue and studying me with so much intensity it makes my clit throb.
“Been dreaming about this mouth,” Ambrose rasps, moving his thumb to pull down on my lower lip. His hand descends further to cage my throat with one large, callused hand while the other hooks under his underwear and shoves them down so that his cock springs free. “I think about you all the time, Camille. Look at what you do to me.”
I do as he asks, staring as he takes his rigid, ruddy length in hand and guides the tip to my mouth, smearing the bead of pre-cum on the tip onto my awaiting tongue.
My eyelids flutter shut at his taste. It zings through my system like a shot of potent liquor, leaving my head reeling and pussy clenching.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Watch me use my pretty, obedient omega’s mouth.”
His words tap into something primal and desperate inside me, and I let out a garbled moan as my eyes flashback open to lock eyes with the alpha looming over me. I wait a beat for my indignant, logical side to come on board to judge myself for getting so turned on by his praise for my omega’s eager submission, but it never comes.
And god, what a relief that is. Fighting my omega and my desires has been as exhausting as my stressful job. Maybe even more.
My expression must shift in that moment of relaxation, because Ambrose’s mouth curves into a proud smile as his hand releases my throat to move up and weave through my hair. “There we go. That’s it. Let go and take what you need.”
He feeds his cock into my mouth slowly, letting me adjust to his jaw-aching size. I sink into the moment, breathing through my nose and hollowing my cheeks as he goes deeper, the head of his cock probing the back of my throat and threatening to make me gag.
When he pulls out entirely, and a brief look of concern flashes across his face, I reach out and grip his thighs to hold him close. “Please, Daddy. Deeper.”
The heat in his gaze flares back to life even brighter than before. Ambrose gathers the string of saliva connecting my mouth to his cock and rubs it across my lips, making me flush all over. I can only imagine what he sees looking down at me, a wanton being with swollen lips and flushed cheeks, begging him to use me.
Ambrose puts his cock back between my lips, and palms the back of my head. “Pinch me if you need to stop,” he rasps, waiting for me to nod my assent before thrusting into the hollow of my mouth. He holds me down on him, pushing past the barrier of my throat. I gag, eyes widening at the invasion, but he doesn’t let up.
“You can take it. Relax that throat for me and take your alpha’s cock.”
He releases a primal groan as I use my hands on his thighs to draw him in further until my eyes are watering and his swollen knot brushes against my lips.
“Fuck, such a good girl. Shit, it’s too good.”
Pride swells inside me even as my body struggles against the invasion and lack of air. Making this kind, wonderful alpha lose control like this has me buzzing with power.
I attempt to swallow around him, and he curses again, pulling me off his cock. I sputter and gasp for air, and in that moment of distraction, Ambrose hauls me up and tosses me back onto the mattress like I weigh nothing.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I have to be inside you,” he growls, lining his cock up with my dripping pussy and slamming home in one deep thrust that makes me see stars.
He sets a frantic, desperate pace, pounding into me like a man possessed. His lips brush against my throat, nipping and sucking between curses and grunts. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
When he slips his hand between our bodies to work my clit, I cry out. He huffs and changes the angle of his thrusts just enough that he’s striking the spot inside me that takes my breath away. “Ambrose, please, oh god, right there.”
“Right there?” he asks, continuing his brain melting thrusts.
“Yes,yes, please, I’m going to come.”
“Shit, you feel too good,” Ambrose curses, hips stuttering as my pussy clenches around him like it’s trying to never let him go. “This pussy was made to take your alpha’s cock, wasn’t it, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I moan, his words pushing me over the edge into oblivion. Slick gushes from me as I cling to Ambrose, wanting to draw him further inside me. Needing his knot.
“F-uuck.” Ambrose punches his hips forward and his knot pops inside me, filling me up in a mind-altering,transformative way. I thought that feeling was only because of my heat, but having Ambrose’s knot locked inside me, swelling as he grinds his hips and his cum spills inside me, is beyond anything I’ve experienced.
We fit like we were made for each other.
We fit like this is what I’ve been waiting for all my life.
