Page 120 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
“Fuck, Jackson,” she moans into the mattress.
Shit, this is too good. I miscalculated.
I’m going to come, and there’s no fucking way I’m doing that before she gets off. Camille’s my omega now, and I may not be an alpha who can sloppily knot her to push her over the edge, but I’m her beta. Her determined, devoted beta willing to do whatever it takes.
I pause to wedge a hand beneath her body, almost coming as I knead her plush belly for a few moments. Camille whines at me, unhappy that I’ve stopped moving, but she’s trapped so she can’t do anything about it.
When I find her clit with my fingers, she sighs, cheek turning so the side of her neck is presented to me. Her omega is begging me to bite her there. To claim her, even if I doubt Camille understands that’s what she’s doing.
I use that biological urge to my advantage, working my cock inside her again as I circle her clit and suck her throat.
“Oh god, that’s… fuck, Jackson, fuck.” Camille’s pussy clamps down hard against me and I scrape my teeth against her neck, nipping hard enough that it’ll leave a bruise.
Camille comes with a broken cry, trapped beneath me as I keep thrusting inside her until my vision whites out and my voice joins hers in a rough shout. Heat sizzles up my spine and my dick jerks, pumping inside her tight channel over and over again until I’m so dizzy with pleasure I worry I might black out.
With the last shred of brainpower I have left, I ease out of Camille and roll us onto our sides so I don’t crush her with my dead weight.
We’re both quiet as we catch our breath.
Worry creeps into the edges of my mind with each passing second.
Pressing my lips to her shoulder and tasting the salt of her sweat mingled with mine, I let out a weak laugh. “Sorry, that wasn’t my best performance.”
Camille snorts and reaches back to smack my thigh.
“Ouch, what was that for?” I whine.
She takes my hand and wraps it around her waist so I’m holding her, letting out a contented sigh. “Relax. I’m not grading you on how well you fucked me. There’s no performance review at the end.”
“Oh.” My chest squeezes at how well Camille can see through my bullshit already. “Okay.”
I’m still tense, even as I try to do what she said. She didn’t deny that it wasn’t my best effort, and my perfectionist mind won’t let it go.
Camille sighs, rolling over to face me. “Do youwanta performance review?”
I know I should say no, but I nod like the pathetic whore for external validation I am.
She chuckles and reaches up to cup my cheek. “You mademe come so hard I almost passed out. You fucked me exactly how I wanted you to. I loved it. Five stars. Would do again.”
My cheeks burn as I smile against her palm. “Yeah?”
She must see that I’m not asking to get my ego stroked, because she doesn’t scoff or laugh. “Yeah,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to mine in a sweet, reassuring kiss. There’s a small furrow between her brows when she pulls back, her eyes searching my face. “Remember when you told me I’d have to deal with you thinking I’m sexy and beautiful?”
I nod, lips twitching at her slightly annoyed tone.
“Well, you have to accept that me wanting you doesn’t hinge on how good you are in bed. I want you because I like all of you, Jackson. The mind-blowing sex is just an added perk.”
A lump forms in my throat. “Damn, Cami, way to read me for filth.”
She laughs and shrugs as best she can while lying on her side. “It’s only fair that I return the favor.”
“Speaking of which… I think it’s time that I pay you back for our little game the other day.” I give her ass a rough squeeze. I know maybe I’m moving too fast, but I can’t stop the words from spilling out. “Will you spend the night with me?”
Camille’s eyes widen. “You mean like, sleep over?”
I play with one of her curls, wrapping it around my finger to distract myself from my nerves. “Yeah. I mean, we might not get a whole lot of sleep, but yeah.”
Her brow furrows and I want to smoothe away the line it creates with my thumb. “Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”
