Page 37 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
My face heats with a tinge of embarrassment, but that burn morphs to lust when Camille blatantly stares and lets out another needy whine.
Jackson moves out of the way so I can go to Camille, flopping down on the mattress with a tired groan. I note that even wiped out and covered in sweat and slick, he’s still handsome. Not the worst person to spend a heat with.
There’s a sharp pang in my chest as the thought reminds me of who is absent.
River should be here.
I know that’s not possible since he’s a stranger to Camille, and I doubt he would’ve agreed to it anyway, but it feels wrong to be doing this without him. He’s our lead alpha. He’s the glue that holds us together. As much as I’m desperate for this omega, even my alpha recognizes that something is off.
I shove the pain away as best I can, comforting myself with the hopeful thought that this doesn’t have to be the only heat we’re together. That surely Camille will see she’s meant for us and will want to meet River. That we’ll all slot together and be the perfect pack I’ve always dreamed of.
“It hurts,” Camille whimpers, snapping my focus back to her.
I tug her into my lap, groaning as her slick pussy slidesagainst my cock, and stroke her hair. “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart.”
She rocks her hips against me and clings to my neck. “Please. Make it feel better. I’m so empty.”
I don’t make her wait, lining my cock up with her entrance and filling her in one thrust.
Her moan makes my blood sing with desire. She’s so wet and hot andheavenlyaround my cock.
I grit my teeth against the pleasure. I’m not about to come the second I’m inside her, dammit. Not when she needs me so badly.
I soothe a hand down Camille’s back, then grip her luscious ass as I ease her up and down on my cock. She buries her face in my neck, scent marking me and shaking with need.
Her desperation and trust unlock something deep inside me. I cradle her against me as I buck up inside her. “Shh, I’ve got you.”
She shudders as an orgasm washes over her, her channel clenching around me like a fist.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I keep thrusting, knowing she’ll need a whole lot more than that from me.
I press my lips to her hair and let out the words my alpha is begging me to say.
“Let Daddy take care of you.”
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He’s here.Dr. Stills. Ambrose.Daddy.
My skin prickles with even more heat at the name he used for himself. So filthy and fitting. He’s here to take care of me, and even though we’ve only met once before, my omega tells me he’s perfect for the job. This alpha is pure comfort and protection.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure of having him here with me after begging for what felt like a lifetime for his help, I bury my face against his neck.
Fuck, he smellsincredible. Like my favorite cocktail, citrus and gin and aromatics fizzing together into the most intoxicating scent I’ve ever experienced. I’m drunk on him, head spinning as I moan against his throat. Sweat slicks my body as the fever inside me roars even hotter, threatening to burn me alive if it weren’t for his refreshing presence and the balm of Jackson’s soft tea scent.
I dimly register that the poor beta is resting beside us, panting as he catches his breath.
I was too much for him. Too needy. He’s exhausted.
Guilt pulls a whine from me.
Ambrose clutches me tighter against him, soothing a hand up my back as a purr rumbles in his chest. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll give you my knot,” he says, misinterpreting my discomfort.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur between gasps of delirious pleasure, directing the words to the wrecked beta.
Jackson shakes his head, reaching out to grab my ankle, locking his strong fingers around it like a cuff. “None of that. Don’t ever be sorry about taking what you need.”
His touch grounds me, pulling me back out of the pit of worry I was sinking into. I give him a weak smile, and my eyelashes flutter as Ambrose shifts his hips, his knot pressing insistently against my entrance.
