Page 104 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“It’s too much…I can’t…” I want this so bad I can taste it, but it feels like I’ve walked into some alternate dimension because they can’t really be this wonderful, can they? And if they are, how on earth did I end up being loved by them?
Jackson’s arms wrap around me from behind, and his lips brush against my ear. “Because you’re amazing, Cami. Because you make all of us feel like we’re already home when we’re around you,” he murmurs, answering my unspoken questions. “The house is just a symbol of how serious we are about you. About all of us together as a pack.”
I spent many years of my life when I was younger wishing for love until I shuttered my heart because it seemed impossible to find. Unrealistic. And those wishes weren’t for even a fraction of what they’re offering to me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, letting their love wash over me. Allowing myself to accept it. No, embrace it. I’ve had forty years to go it alone, and fought hard to prove to myself I could. Now it’s time to trust that just because I can survive on my own, doesn’t mean I have to.
“I…I love you all so much,” I say between shaky breaths and stilted purring as we finally pull apart.
“We love you, too, angel,” River murmurs, taking his glasses off to wipe the moisture from his cheeks.
“Remember how much you love us when we get inside, because we moved your nest here and I’m not sure it’s set up right,” Jackson says with an exaggerated grimace.
I shake my head at his concern. “As long as you’re all in there with me, it’ll be perfect.”
It’s more than perfect.Sure, the scent isn’t quite right, and I need to rearrange a few things, but I start blubbering all over again when they open the door to the nest suite. They’ve taken what I’d picked out from Nesting for my cramped apartmentbedroom and combined it with my favorite items I accumulated staying at their townhouse, supplemented with beautiful new curtains and soft string lights to make a space that’s truly breathtaking. It’s something out of a dream or a fairy tale, and my omega loves it so much I don’t allow myself to give a shit that all the pinks and florals are “too youthful”. They’re perfect.
The mattress and bedframe are enormous, and Jackson makes sure to point out all the sturdy anchor points available throughout the nest, perfect for tying me, or anyone else, up in a myriad of configurations. The ensuite bathroom is equally absurd in its beauty and size, with a bathtub big enough for at least three people and a shower sized for all of us with multiple showerheads. The closet almost does me in, because not only did they thoughtfully arrange all my clothes, but they’ve added new cozy loungewear, flowy sheer nightgowns, and lingerie so racy that it has my cheeks heating thinking about wearing it. Nevermind the drawer of sex toys Jackson proudly shows me, pulling an enormous tentacle dildo out and holding it up like he’s posing for a picture with a fish he caught.
I have to go sit down on the bed because it’s all so beautiful and so much.
“We’re going to have to eat ramen for a year to afford all of this,” I say weakly.
Jackson shakes his head, his smile slightly embarrassed. “I, uh, I asked my parents for a loan to cover what extra we needed. Nothing crazy, just enough so that we’re not house poor while we’re waiting for the townhouse to sell. That’s why I met with them for dinner a few weeks back.”
“Jackson… I know how hard that must’ve been for you.” From everything he’s told me, he adores his parents, but growing up with their expectations made him develop his perfectionist side that hates admitting he can’t do everything on his own.
My chest squeezes as Ambrose rests a hand on Jackson’s back in a display of casual reassurance and affection. The beta’s cheeks burnish and he chuckles, then clears his throat. “Yeah. Turns out, they were so relieved for me to ask them for help for once that they insisted on giving the money to us as a bonding gift. They’re already up my ass about when they can meet you, but I told them they needed to chill until after your heat.”
“We’ll have to do a big family get-together, because my parents are also champing at the bit to meet my scent-matched omega,” Ambrose adds.
River laughs when he senses my spike of anxiety. “I can only imagine how much Jackson’s parents will fuss over you. When Jackson told them we were platonically forming a pack, they wouldn’t stop taking turns hugging us and welcoming us to the family.”
“I think maybe they sensed there was more there than I realized,” Jackson says softly, his smile turning shy.
My stomach dips. Did he just say what I think he did? “Oh my god, did you tell them?” I blurt, then clap my hand over my mouth a second later when I realize maybe I misinterpreted what he said.
The three men laugh, and Jackson pulls my hand away, giving it a kiss. “Yeah. We all had a talk about my new… interests. And the other night, River and I, uh, we kissed.”
“You did?!” I squeak.
“Is that good shock or bad shock?” River asks, quirking a brow at me.
“Good!” Tears well in my eyes, and I’m going to start crying again because the only thing that could make this dream better is us all discovering and embracing this love between us. Well,that and Dolly being here, but I understand why she’s having a puppy staycation with Astrid. I already sense my temperature rising by the moment, my thighs slicker than usual and not only from my excitement of being surrounded by my pack in this gorgeous new nest. “So good.”
My purr draws them all to me, and we sink onto the bed together, our limbs twining together in a perfect cozy configuration. “Thank you. I have no words for how much this means to me. How much you all mean to me. I finally feel…” Shit, there go the tears. “I finally feel like I’m home when I’m with you.”
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I wakeup surrounded by my pack, covered in sweat and thighs coated in slick, letting out a groggy whimper as my stomach cramps. The soft, whisper-thin nightgown I put on before bed feels too stifling now, and I reach down to yank it off over my head.
“Shhh, angel, it’s okay, we’ve got you,” River murmurs, taking the fabric bunched in my fist and pulling it out of my grip, as Jackson grabs hold of my wrists to place them above my head. My tattooed alpha drags the fabric up over my head, his fingertips brushing against my skin, making me break out in goosebumps.
I arch into the touch, eager for more, but Jackson pins my arms in place.
“Let us take care of you, gorgeous,” my beta murmurs, smiling down at me. He chuckles at my frown, using his free hand to smooth away the furrow on my brow. “We’ll have days for you to beg and squirm. For now, while you’re still fully present, close your eyes, relax, and feel us.”
As soon as my eyes shut, purrs fill the nest. I gasp at thesensation of Ambrose’s mouth delving between my thighs and River’s teeth scraping against my nipple.
