Page 98 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
An indulgent smile stretches across my lips. I wonder how long it will take her to realize how much of a sucker I already am for her. “Of course. It’s not absolute, either. If you tell me you want to do something else or are done following my lead, I’ll listen.”
I expect my answer to assuage her nerves, but her blush deepens as she nods. “Is this… Is this part of the daddy thing?”
Now it’s my turn to turn red, my face flooding with heat, part embarrassment, part arousal at hearing the word from her lips again.
“N-no!” I sputter. “I swear, I didn’t intend to say that during your heat. Things were so intense and you were in need and, uh… it just came out. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable. We don’t have to try that again if you didn’t like it.”
I can’t decide if I’d be disappointed if she hated it or relieved. It felt so natural in the heat of things—pun intended—but now Jackson is teasing me about it and I’m worried it’s making me come off as some kind of pervert. I’ve explored the submissive side of kink with River and have loved every moment of that. It was a surprise to find out there was a daddy dom side lurking inside me as well.
Camille shakes her head. “Oh, no, it was really hot. Strange…but good! I can’t promise that I’ll enjoy it outside my heat delirium, but I’d like to try again. If you do.”
“Absolutely,” I reply immediately, my cock swelling.
Camille giggles at my enthusiasm and lets out a relieved exhale. “Whew, okay. I was worried about being a perv for wanting you to be my daddy again. Not worried enough to not try, though,” she adds with a grin. “I think at our age we’re both old enough to realize what matters most is we’re both on board.”
“Our age? I recall you being almost ten years my junior, baby girl.” I bring her hand to my lips and press a kiss to it, waiting to see if she likes me calling her that, too.
She watches me through hooded eyes. “True. Sorry, Daddy.” Camille leans in, pulling her hand out of mine to thread it into my hair. Her breath hitches as I nip her lip instead of giving her the kiss she expected.
I pull back and give her a mock stern look. “If you kiss me now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep from fucking you right here on your couch. Being knot deep in your sweet pussy might cause a problem when the food gets delivered.”
“Then don’t knot me,” she murmurs, her breath warm and sweet against my lips as she closes the distance between us again.
“I appreciate your overestimation of my self-control, but if I get back inside you, there’s no fucking way my alpha’s not giving you my knot.” Chuckling against her lips as she lets out a small whine, I give her a quick peck and then slide away before she can pull me to her and I lose all my resolve.
I glance at the status tracker for our food order, then back at Camille. She’s flushed and a little breathless, her robe loosened enough that I can see the long line of her cleavage and a hint of her black panties.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” I rasp, unbuttoning my sleeves and rolling them up methodically.
Camille’s eyelashes flutter, but her brows pinch inward. “I thought you said we didn’t have time.”
I kneel down on the carpet in front of her, praying she doesn’t hear my knees creak as I do. Taking hold of her legs, I coax them apart. “Undo the robe, too. I want to see all of you.”
Her eyebrow quirks, but she obeys, pulling the loose tie to let the thin fabric fall to the side. My cock bucks eagerly at the sight of her—a sumptuous feast laid out for me that I’ve been waiting for weeks to indulge in.
“Now that’s a pretty sight,” I rasp, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh and smiling when she giggles.
“Sorry, that tickles.”
“Mmm, are you sensitive, sweetheart?” I purposefully run my cheek against her delicate skin to let my cropped beard scrape against it.
Camille squirms, her hand coming down to my shoulder to brace herself. “Y-yeah, a little.”
I move in further, trailing my lips across her skin until I reach her center, and press my mouth against the gusset of her panties, inhaling deeply.
Her intoxicating coffee and cream scent slams into me, and I release a muffled groan as the fabric grows wet with a flood of her slick.
“Mmm, naughty girl.” My tongue darts out to lap at the soaked fabric.
Fuck, her taste is even better than I remember, like a shot of espresso right to my veins. I feel like I could do anything with Camille’s taste on my lips.
“You’re not wearing your omega underwear. Were you going to go out to dinner like this? You would’ve made such a mess. Everyone would’ve known how much this pussy gushes for me.”
Her breath hitches at my words, and I look up to make sure I’m not making her uncomfortable with this kind of dirty talk.
Camille’s eye lock on mine, gleaming with arousal. “Yes. I’d want them to know.” She nibbles on her lower lip for a moment, and after a moment, she comes to a decision. “Will you help clean me up… Daddy?”
A rumbling purr erupts from me and I tug her panties off, bringing them up to my nose to inhale again as she watches. I want to freeze time and burn this image of her in my brain—the luscious curves and rolls of her body on display, her freckled skin flushed pink, and her pussy glistening with need.
