Page 132 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
I’m tired of playing by the rules.
I’m tired of stopping myself from wanting things so I don’t get hurt.
I’m tired of living my boring, lonely life where I’m safe, but never happy.
I drag my gaze down his body and back up, taking in all his coiled, lean strength, and the roiling energy of his alpha pressing against the cage he keeps it locked away in.
When my eyes meet his, I part my thighs further. “I don’t care.”
River scoffs. “You should. If anyone finds out about us, we’ll both get fired.” Despite his protest, his body leans closer to mine.
That should be a splash of cold water against mysimmering desire, but his words fan the flames of the heat coursing through me.
“You’re right. We shouldn’t do this,” I breathe as I grab his tie and use it to tug him even closer.
“Tell me no, omega,” River rasps, his lips a hairsbreadth from brushing against mine.
I shiver. “I can’t do that,alpha.”
We move at once, our mouths colliding in a hot, hungry kiss. River’s hand tangles in my hair as his other grabs my hip, fingers sinking into my flesh with a possessive grip. His tongue slicks against the seam of my lips, demanding I open for him, and I obey, letting him devour me.
River’s desire slams into me as he takes what he wants, the power and truth of his words leaving my mind reeling. I canfeelhow much he’s wanted me, and my own suppressed attraction is set free with each swipe of his tongue against mine.
A needy whine escapes between kisses when I feel his cock, hard against my thigh. I reach toward it, desperate to touch him and hold the proof of his desire in my hand, but River tugs my hair, the sparks of pain-tinged pleasure and a low rumble from his chest a warning.
He pulls off my lips with an obscene wet pop, keeping my head angled back with his grip on my hair so I can’t do anything but look in his eyes.
My breath stutters as I take in his expression. The River I know is almost completely gone. In his place is a ravenous alpha, looking at me like I’m his latest meal.
“River…” His name from my lips is tinged with awe and trepidation.
“Shh, angel. You need to stay quiet.” He releases my thigh and slides his hand inward to cup my pussy. “Can you do that for me, omega?”
Oh fuck, this is happening.
A faint, logical part of me knows we should stop. We’re crossing a line we can’t take back. But slick gushes between my thighs, testing the strength of my absorbent panties, and my omega pushes back any thoughts other than begging this alpha to take what he wants from me.
“Y-yes,” I whisper, hips pressing forward into his touch. “I’ll be good for you, sir.”
I have no fucking clue where the “sir” came from because never once have I called him that as my boss, and my skin burns with embarrassment as his eyes widen.
A beat passes, and then he nods. “Yes. You will.”
He releases my hair so he can use both hands to tug down my panties. The scent of my perfume and arousal grows thick in the air and River growls again as he brings the slick-coated fabric up to his nose and inhales.
“You’ve been walking around the office all day smelling this good?” His voice is quiet, but there’s an edge of danger to it that makes me shiver.
“I… Yes?” Heat washes over my face like I’ve been caught doing something naughty.
“You’re lucky these work,” he murmurs, giving the panties another deep sniff before setting them aside. “If any of the alphas out there got even a hint of your sweet pussy, I’d have to kill them.”
My eyes go wide, even as my omega preens at the casual threat. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me, Camille,” River rasps, crowding me against the desk again and sliding two fingers down the soaked seam of my pussy and back up to tease my clit. “You’re my pack’s omega. This dripping cunt belongs to us.Youbelong to us.”
The way he says it is filthy and possessive, but it’s more than that.
It’s a claiming telling me I’m wanted. That I’m not animposition or a problem for River, but something he wants for his pack. For himself. It’s a reassurance that I’m theirs.
