Page 106 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
I keen at the overstimulated onslaught of sensation, another orgasm building so fast it makes me gasp for air when River’s mouth pops off of mine. My heart almost stops when he moves his face and claims Jackson’s lips over my shoulder.
The beta behind me grunts in surprise, gripping me tighter against him. River’s grin is wicked and sharp as he pulls away. “Keep her in place for me,” he says to Jackson, then stands up with one foot on either side of our thighs, steadying himself with a hand on Jackson’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” the beta murmurs as we both take in the alpha looming over us. The curse makes me wonder if he’s as eager as I am to taste River.
“You’ll get your turn,” River says to Jackson as he reaches down to tug my lower lip with his thumb. My mouth opens obediently, and I’m already salivating. If River tastes anything like he smells, I’m about to get addicted to sucking his cock.
I hold my mouth open, unable to do anything but be a receptive vessel as River bends his knees enough so he can notch the tip of his cock between my lips.
The positioning is awkward for him, but who the fuck cares when Ambrose is working me with threefingers and his tongue has dipped down to circle the pucker of my ass, and Jackson is trapping me against him, whispering filth in my ear?
The garbled moan I release as River thrusts shallowly into my mouth makes him curse.
“Mmm, that’s it,” Jackson says, his praise soaking into me, letting me sink into the moment as I relax my throat and let River deepen his slow pumps. “You love taking us like this, don’t you? Giving in and letting your body take and give pleasure.”
“Yes.”
“God, your mouth is even better than I imagined,” River rasps, sounding almost pained. Pre-cum paints my tongue, and I moan again at his dark chocolate taste, my omega eager for him to flood my mouth with it.
I hollow out my cheeks and swirl my tongue against his shaft, and River curses.
“Do you think you deserve your alpha’s cum?” Jackson asks, nipping at the shell of my ear.
Attempting to say yes only makes a garbled noise against River’s cock, but Jackson likes it because his cock leaks against my back.
“Of course she does,” River growls. “Our omega deserves everything.”
I come, stars dancing behind my eyes as the strange dichotomy of the adamance of his declaration and the way he’s fucking my face sends me over the edge.
He shudders and follows me over the edge, and fuck, the way his cum fills my mouth as he gives me what I deserve makes my brain short circuit, my omega so pleased I could cry and come again.
I whine as he pulls out of my mouth, holding my tongue out to catch his final spurt of cum, eyes holding River’s, telling him without words how much I want everything he gives me.
Jackson loosens his hold on me as River bends down to kiss me, uncaring about the fact that his cum is coating my tongue. When he moves away, I turn over my shoulder, seeking Jackson’s lips, and he claims them eagerly. I don’t miss the tiny groan he makes as he tastes River on me, and any relief I might’ve felt from the heat a moment ago dissipates.
I gasp as our lips part. “Need more.”
Ambrose nips my inner thigh, a tease of a bite that has my omega whining, before sitting up from between my thighs and reaching for me. His eyes are dark with lust, his beard and lips coated in my slick, making my clit throb with the need to have his face between my thighs again.
“Come here, baby girl,” Ambrose commands, guiding me to straddle him as he lies back. “Daddy will give you what you need.”
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Havingenough brainpower to stop eating Camille’s drenched pussy is a struggle, but her whine is enough to draw my alpha from his single-minded focus on making her come so many times that I drown in her slick.
A haze of lust clings to my vision as I guide my omega to straddle me, my knot throbbing as her slippery cunt brushes against me.
“Put it inside you,” I rasp, trying my best to maintain control. I can’t fall into a rut this early in the heat. I have to stay present for her and show her how good and caring of an alpha I can be.
I grip her luscious thighs, loving the way they give under my touch, loving the way her soft belly and heavy breasts make her look like a goddess from this angle, loving the way her eyes roll back as she slides down on me to the hilt.
She’s so hot and silky around my length, dripping down onto my knot as she starts a slow, steady grind atop me, using my cock to press against the spot inside her that makes her gasp.
“Shit, that’s hot,” Jackson groans, watching us from his reclined position against the headboard as he grips the base of his cock. River’s gaze is equally hungry, though I don’t miss his focus dropping to the beta’s dick when Jackson speaks.
My mate is recovering from his orgasm, his cock soft, but it won’t take long for him to be ready again. One of the many amazing things about omega biology is that their pheromones change during heats, triggering a corresponding shift in alphas so they can stay ready for them.
Camille braces her hands on my chest, her nails biting into my skin as she tries to leverage herself on my cock, letting out a slight huff of agitation when it’s not enough. I don’t want to give her my knot yet, but her body must be demanding to be stretched and filled. It’s not an insult to my ego or my dick size, it’s her omega responding to the presence of multiple pack members she knows she’s safe with. Again, omegas are incredible. The more you’re able to give them and the more secure they feel, the more they can take.
