Page 55 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
“New relationships always come with an inherent risk, whether or not there’s a pack involved,” Ambrose says, squeezing my hand. “It’s a risk we’re willing to take for you.”
My brow furrows. “Hold on. You’ve already discussed it?”
“Well, yeah.” Ambrose chuckles. “It was hard not to when two of the three of us are more than a bit infatuated with you.”
He waits for understanding to hit me and laughs again when my mouth falls open in shock.
There’s only one person I can think of who would’ve developed an interest in me. “Jackson is part of your pack?”
Ambrose nods. “Yes. I really hope that’s not a deal-breaker. He can be annoying, but he’s got an amazing heart.”
I giggle at his assessment of Jackson. I could see why they might get on each other’s nerves, but they worked together so well during my heat that their compatibility is clear. “No! Not at all.” I give him an assessing look. “Are you two together?”
“Me and Jackson?” he sputters. “God, no. We’re packmates, but he’s straight.”
“You’re not straight?” I cock a brow, even more curious now.
“Definitely not,” he replies with a chuckle, but then his smile falters. “Does that bother you?”
I shake my head. “Definitely not. Love is love, and I’d be a hypocrite if it did because I’m bi.”
Ambrose’s warm smile returns, but there’s a hint of hesitance before he speaks. “Good. Jackson and I aren’t together, but our other packmate is my partner. Doesthatbother you?”
I take a moment to consider. I’d be lying if I’m not concerned about how well I’ll be received by this packmate I haven’t met, but I don’t have any problem with polyamory. “Not really. Just nervous that they won’t like me. It would’ve shocked me if you didn’t have any romantic relationships, because, well… look at you.”
He laughs, cheeks flushing at my assessment. “He’ll adore you. Because, well… look atyou.”
My omega preens at the compliment, thrilled with thethought of being adored by a whole pack. I press a hand to my burning cheek. “Am I dreaming? Did I hit my head? Because all of this sounds fake. Definitely not something someone like me would ever experience.”
“If you want, I can examine you for head trauma, but it won’t change the fact that it’s real.” Ambrose cups my cheek over my hand, thumb brushing against my lips. I sigh at the touch, my omega delighting in the physical contact.
“Jackson won’t shut up about you,” Ambrose continues. “He wanted me to steal your phone number from the clinic files so we could contact you. And honestly, I would’ve thought about it if you hadn’t made this appointment.”
“I’m really glad I did,” I whisper, and then we’re kissing again, Ambrose’s hand moving to tangle in my hair and angle my head to better devour my lips. He presses close and I want to tug him down on top of me when I feel him, hard and hot against my thigh.
“Fuck,” he curses when our lips part. “Come see us tonight. You can meet the rest of our pack, and we can get to know each other more.”
“Okay.” My omega answers for me before I have a chance to second-guess things.
There’s a knock on the door, and we shoot apart like opposing magnets as it opens. The nurse from earlier steps in to hand Ambrose a printout, and if she notices how flushed and breathless we are, she doesn't say anything.
When she leaves, we both break out into laughter. “I guess we should actually get on with your appointment,” Ambrose says, trying to wipe away his bright smile and look serious.
I flush at the thought of him examining me. “Oh, we don’t have to do that.”
He shakes his head at me, giving me a stern look that has slick pooling between my thighs. “Don’t be silly, sweetheart. Ineed to make sure you’re healthy and I’ve taken care of all your needs.”
“Allof them?” I ask, biting my lower lip.
Ambrose chuckles. “Mmm, I wish. Sadly, I need to stay professional. But if you’re a good girl for me now, I’ll reward you when I see you tonight.”
19
The secondI make it back to my office after my far too arousing appointment with Camille, I send a hasty text to our pack group chat.
Ambrose: We have a problem.
I’m in the middle of typing out the full situation when Jackson replies, less that 30 seconds later.
