Page 27 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
Fuck, what am I doing?
It’s too much.
I wrench back from his lips, shoving against his chest and trying to wipe his taste from my mouth as I slam my legs shut.
“No. I can’t do this.” My omega begs me to shut the fuck up and take what he’s offering to soothe my pain, because while the orgasm helped, I need more.
“Please,” River says again, though he doesn’t make a move toward me. His eyes shine with unshed tears.
“Why are you crying?” I tug my skirt back down and scowl at him, even as my omega tells me to go to him. To purr and comfort our alpha. To spread my legs again and hold him close and let us both have the relief of his knot locked inside me.
“Because you’re in pain and you won’t let me help you,” he rasps, throat working as a tear slides down his cheek. “Because you hate me for something I didn’t even do. Because I fucked up and ran away instead of staying and sorting things out.” River stares at me from his knees. “Because I let my omega suffer for months on her own, when our pack could’ve been supporting her. Because I fought against every instinct inside me instead of embracing what I should’ve done from the moment we met and I knew you were mine.”
The heartbreak and despair in his voice knock the breath out of me. What he’s saying makes no sense, but it’s clear he believes it with every fiber of his being.
I look down at him, literally at my feet, as he begs to help me, heart racing as I fight between my head and heart, between getting the relief I desperately need in the moment, and hating myself in the aftermath.
“You hurt me,” I whisper. “I thought you wanted me.” Those aren’t at all the words I meant to say, and I flinch at my own vulnerability, wishing I could snatch them out of the air before he hears them.
“I did. I do.” He touches my thigh tentatively, and another shudder of desire rolls through me.
“Then why did you get me fired?” I croak, voice hoarse from frustration and need.
River shakes his head. “I didn’t. I thought you were upset with me for bonding you. I stayed away because you told me to, but if I’d known you were angry because you thought I did that…” He holds my gaze, pain twisting his expression into a grimace. “Fuck, Camille, I turned in my notice an hour after we were together. I was ready to be with you. I wanted to be with you. I still do.”
His words match Jackson’s adamance that River wouldn’t get me fired, and a sinking dread joins the surge of cramping in my low belly.
He’s lying. He has to be. Because if he’s not and I spent the last few months on my own, heartbroken and suffering…
A whine, the loudest one yet, tears out of me, my omega overwhelmed by the possibility that I was wrong, that maybe I could be with my pack, that maybe I don’t have to be alone anymore.
River’s hands smooth up and down my thighs, his purr strong and steady. “I know I’m not who you want right now, but I don’t know when either of the other guys will get here. Let me be what you need. It doesn’t have to be more than that if you don’t want it to be.”
A choked, pained sound bubbles up in my throat at his words. He might be able to walk away, but if I give in to this, I don’t think I can.
His lips press against my knee, so gentle that it makes the choice for me. I spread my thighs for him, my pussy clenching so hard with the need to have him inside me it hurts. “O-okay.”
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“What?”I blink up at Camille, my face close enough to rest on her thigh from my beseeching, head fuzzy from her scent and my alpha demanding that we take care of our omega.
“I said okay,” she huffs, her pale cheeks splotching a deeper pink.
It’s so damn sexy. I know it’s wrong for me to get turned on by her frustration with me, but I’ll take frustration and impatience over anguish any day.
I nod, and pull back for a second to grab my phone out of my pocket, doing my best not to look away from the omega in front of me.
“Is now really the time to be texting someone?” Camille asks, a grimace twisting her face as another cramp hits.
I switch my phone to one hand and slide the other between her thighs to stroke her clit as I scan for any incoming messages. She gasps at the touch, but scowls at me.
“Sorry, I’m checking to make sure that Ambrose or Jackson aren’t seconds away from arriving. I know if they are, you’d want them to help you instead.”
Her agitated expression eases slightly, a flicker of sadness in the bond that I don’t know what to do with. Is she sad that they’re not here?
“I’m sorry,” I apologize again, confirming that their arrival isn’t imminent. I should text them to let them know what’s going on, but Camille moans and pain slices through the bond. I toss my phone to the side and bring my mouth to her cunt.
“Fuck,” I groan into her pussy the second her taste hits my tongue. She moans at the same time, and I curse again as slick fills my mouth. Camille’s pussy tastes like the best goddamn latte in the universe. I doubt I’ll be able to drink coffee again, knowing how much it pales in comparison to my omega.
