Page 36 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
“I promise I won’t do anything to hurt her. She’s my scen—” I freeze mid-sentence, realizing Daisy doesn’t know Camille is my scent-match. She thinks she met me, liked the look of me, and now is asking for my help because she doesn’t have any other options. Not that Camille’s omega recognizes we’re matched.
That’s probably for the best. Daisy doesn’t need to know that. It’s too private to divulge before I get a chance to talk to Camille about it. And tell Jackson.
Fuck, there are going to be a lot of intense conversations once this heat is over. I hope Camille isn’t angry that I went into it knowing about what a scent-match connection means. I doubt she understood on a conscious level why she was drawn to me.
I clear my throat as Daisy looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to finish what I was saying. “I’m her doctor. I swore an oath to protect the omegas under my care.”
Daisy nods. “I know. She’s in excellent hands.” Her hand reaches for the doorknob, but she pauses. “All good? Ready to go in?”
“Yeah. I’ve got it from here.” I must sound more confident than I feel, because the beta steps back and lets me open the door on my own. She mouths “good luck” to me, then moves further down the hall, probably to make sure none of her subtle beta scent disturbs the room’s occupants.
Not that she needs to worry, because the pheromone-soaked air that slams into me as I hover in the threshold of the dimly lit room is enough to make me groan. Camille’s decadent spice and vanilla coffee scent is so thick it makes me lightheaded, and the faint undertone of Jackson’s earl gray is a surprisingly nice compliment to it.
There’s a breathy whine, followed by a low groan, and I peek my head inside the room to see the outline of bodies behind the diaphanous fabric surrounding the giant nest mattress. It looks like Camille is on her hands and knees while Jackson works a toy inside her.
My alpha wants to growl in protest at that, but I keep that contained so I don’t scare her. She doesn’t need a toy. She needs me.
As if she hears my thoughts, Camille whines again. “Please.Please. I need him.”
God, I forgot how sexy her voice is.
I want to rush to her side, but I can’t. An omega’s nest is a sacred space, even if it’s a temporary one set up in a heat clinic.
Jackson looks at me over his shoulder, and while I can’t make out his expression through the fabric, his relief is palpable through the bond.
He turns back to focus on Camille. “I know, gorgeous. He’s here now, but you have to invite him into your nest. Can you do that for me, Cami?” Jackson’s voice is ragged, but the soothing way he speaks to her makes me proud that he’s pack. Proud that he’s been doing his best to take care of our omega.
I want to argue with myself that Camille is by no means our omega, but my alpha doesn’t have time for semantics. He’s decided she’s ours and for the time being, fighting that would be pointless.
Camille moans, and I worry she’s too delirious to invite meinto her nest. Jackson gives her ass a light swat to focus her, and my alpha tenses until he hears her moan even louder.
I palm my cock over my sweatpants at the sound, as well as the knowledge that she enjoys being spanked. Visions of me bending her over my lap and spanking her for being a naughty omega flood my mind, and it’s all I can do to stay rooted on the spot.
“Come in. Please, Dr. Stills. Ambrose. I need you. Come inside me.”
I almost come in my pants at her request.
Jackson chuckles, his laugh a mix of humor and relief that I can come help him.
I’m at the bed in seconds, pushing back the shimmering drapes to get to the omega begging for me to come inside her. I think she meant come inside her nest, but I’m going to take her at her word as soon as possible.
Lust slams into me at the sight of Camille’s thick ass and thighs jiggling as she works herself on the dildo in Jackson’s hand. Her full tits and belly are displayed beautifully at this angle. Everything about her is so soft and lush.
She cries out as Jackson moves back and pulls the toy out of her, giving me a mouthwatering view of her dripping pink pussy. “No! I need it. Please, I need more.”
Jackson shoots me a weak smile, and I only have a moment to register how exhausted he looks before Camille turns around to look at me.
My breath bursts out of my lungs like she punched me.
My omega. My perfect, beautiful omega.
Camille’s eyes light up, recognition and happiness cutting through the haze of her heat. “You came.”
“Of course I did. I told you if you needed anything, to ask for me.” I didn’t know at the time she’d be asking for me tofuck her through her heat, but that doesn’t matter. I know at the core of my being that I’d do anything to help this omega.
I peel off my shirt, then tug off my pants, too focused on Camille to give a shit that this is the first time Jackson is seeing me naked.
Well, at least until he whistles and looks down at my dick pointedly. “Damn, dude. Guess I know why River likes you so much.” He strokes Camille’s thigh. “Looks like you picked a good one, gorgeous.”
