Page 38 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
Butterflies kick up in my stomach as he rakes his gaze across me.
Jackson nods. “That’s why I got rid of it. I tried over and over, but none of it was good enough for her.”
A purr stutters to life in my chest at their praise. It’s ridiculous. The painting is objectively far more beautiful than I am, but my omega still soaks it up with delight.
Ambrose huffs a small laugh. “It’s still lovely and worth keeping. If we threw away everything that was slightly imperfect, we’d all be in the garbage.”
That pulls a laugh from me, and I love the sentiment as much as their over-the-top compliments. “I know I definitely would be.”
Jackson shakes his head, glaring at Ambrose. “No way! You and Dolly would be safe.”
“True, Dolly doesn’t deserve that kind of slander,” River adds, pretending to chastize his mate.
“I didn’t mean Dolly,” the older alpha grumbles.
A warm laugh bubbles out of me at their bickering, and how good it is to be a part of it. It’s followed promptly by a cramp, making me groan. “We should probably do those tests. I think it’s going to get bad again.” Not that anything about letting these men have their way with me feels bad right now.
Ambrose sets the painting down and nods. “Right.”
When I sit back down at the edge of the bed, Jackson returns to my side, stroking my back as Ambrose checks my vitals. I do my best not to squirm, but I’m growing needier by the moment, the small brushes of Ambrose’s fingers as he takes my pulse and Jackson’s caresses making me burn.
I whimper when Ambrose steps back to get a small instrumentfrom his bag, not wanting him to move away. My compliant patient side is quickly losing out to my horny omega.
“Touch her,” River rasps, directing his words to Jackson.
Yes, touching me is an excellent idea. I squirm against the beta, spreading my legs to give him access.
“I don’t want her to get too worked up while Ambrose is still doing his thing.”
Ambrose returns with a device that looks like it’s used for a finger prick. Shit, I hate those.
River’s eyes flash to mine as I grow tense at the prospect. “It will help distract her. Touch her.”
I shiver at the command in his tone, bordering on the edge of an alpha bark.
“Maybe you’re in charge in the bedroom with Ambrose, but I’m not your submissive. Stop barking orders at me,” Jackson retorts.
River scoffs. “I know you like it when I tell you what to do.”
“W-what? No, I don’t!” Jackson sputters in protest.
The thought of River bossing Jackson around makes my nipples harden.
“Enough,” Ambrose sighs, rolling his eyes at the pair. “Do you want Jackson to touch you while I do the finger prick, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I gasp, leaning back against the solid beta and spreading my thighs wider.
Jackson grants my request, slipping his hand in through the ripped slit of my dress and stroking my slick pussy lips until he finds my clit.
I barely register when Ambrose takes my hand and does the finger prick, moaning as Jackson works me withskilled precision.
“Are we done with the tests?” I pant as Ambrose steps away again.
He nods. “I’m done torturing you. It takes an hour for that test strip to work, so we have some time to kill.”
“What do you think, Cami?” Jackson rasps in my ear as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. “Is an hour long enough to satisfy your needy pussy?”
I gasp as I come, the sensation almost painful with nothing inside me. “N-no,” I moan.
