Page 105 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“Look at you, Cami. I’ve never seen a more beautiful, perfect omega.” Jackson reaches down to cup my breast as River’s mouth moves to the other one. “I think when I bite you, it’ll be right here.” His thumb brushes along the inner curve of my breast. “So every time you use them to fuck me, you’ll know how incredible they feel wrapped around my dick.
“You…” I gasp as Ambrose’s tongue delves inside me. My eyes open. “You want to bite me?” He may be a beta, but my omega doesn’t give a shit. Having his mark on me sounds incredible. Jackson already sees into my soul without a bond, but I’d welcome the connection, anyway.
There’s a flicker of worry on Jackson’s face, and a second later River’s head pops off of my breast and Ambrose raises up from between my thighs.
“Nooo, why are you stopping?” I pant, arching up from the mattress to chase their mouths.
Ambrose soothes me by slipping two fingers inside me and resting his thumb on my clit. “Sorry, sweetheart, we forgot to talk about bites.”
“Oh, right, yeah.” It’s hard to focus when he’s rubbing me right there. “Yes, ohgod.”
“Focus, omega,” River chides, sliding his hand to stroke his bite mark on my shoulder, which has the opposite effect of what he’s asking me to do, because it makes me clench around Ambrose’s fingers and moan. River narrows his eyes, the effect not quite as stern without his glasses, but still sending a thrill through my submissive side.
“Bites…yeah, yes, please bite me.”
Jackson chuckles. “Are you saying that because you’re horny or because you want to bond us?”
The question clears my head, and myeyes flick over to River, who goes to pull his hand away, but I manage to yank one of my hands free from Jackson’s grip and place it atop River’s so we’re cupping his bite together. “You didn’t know that I didn’t know,” I whisper, holding his gaze. “You gave me what I asked for, like a good alpha.”
River’s throat works, and Ambrose reaches up to touch his mate’s thigh in reassurance. Jackson follows suit, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “I always want to give you what you ask for,” he says thickly.
If I hadn’t already professed my love for this stubborn, wonderful alpha, now would be the time. Because as misguided as he was, it’s true. I asked for his bite, and he gave it. I asked him to leave me alone, and he did.
“I want you to bite me again,” I say, voice firm. “I want to exchange bites with all of you. I want to bond.”
The purring that fills the nest is so loud it makes me laugh. None of them asks me if I’m sure. They can tell how serious I am. How ready I am for this.
“And please, dear God, I want you to fuck me before my cramps get worse,” I groan, only half-teasing.
“Can do,” Ambrose says with a grin.
“Come here,” Jackson says, moving so his back is resting against the pillows piled by the headboard and drawing me up to arrange me so I’m sitting between his thighs. “Now, where were we?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, fingertips brushing against the side of my breast. “Oh right, you were being a good girl and letting us do what we want with you.”
River’s sharp grin at the beta’s words has my skin tingling. All of these men enjoy my submission in different flavors, and I love it too, because when I’m with them I can trust their guidance. I can believe it when they tell me I’m special and beautiful and perfect and good, and know that any filthy words are coming from a place of us playing with power andconnection.
“I’ll be good,” I whine, arching into Jackson’s palms as he cups my breasts. My hands fist the sheets beside me, knowing that if I don’t keep them still, he’ll probably end up restraining them.
“We know you will, sweetheart,” Ambrose rumbles as he moves into place between my spread thighs again. He presses a kiss to my pussy, teasing and light, before groaning at the taste of my slick and eating me in earnest.
River watches his mate between my thighs, his breath quickening as he must feel echoes of my pleasure through the bond. He gives his cock a few slow pumps as he watches his packmates stroke and kiss and lick me, like he’s content to watch and enjoy the show.
My omega releases a frustrated sigh that he’s touching himself instead of me, and I lick my lips as I stare at his fingers wrapped around his thick length.
One of Jackson’s hands slides up from where he’s teasing and pinching my nipple to rest on my throat. I almost come at the controlling, possessive touch. “Patience, Cami,” he rasps. “You’ve got a lifetime to suck your alpha’s dick.”
I moan as I stare at River’s dick and Ambrose sucks my clit, hard. Resisting the urge to plead for more, knowing that will only make Jackson more eager to torture me, I force myself to relax against his chest, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder as I close my eyes.
“That’s it,” Jackson chuckles, his cock pressing insistently against my low back.
Another hand joins Jackson’s on my breasts, River releasing a pleased rumble when I gasp at his added touch.
“Do you know how many times I thought about torturing these perfect tits?” River rasps, pinching my nipple. “Every day you’d come in to work in those tight tops and those fucking skirts…” River growls, and his touch borders on the edge between pleasure and pain, making my head swim with desire. “You were so fucking brilliant and beautiful and I could barely think half the time because this is all that was in my head.”
“River,” I gasp, tumbling over the edge at the blend of sensations all over my body and his filthy confession. My back bows as I come, pussy clenching almost painfully without a knot inside me, which stokes my pleasure even higher.
His lips capture mine, drinking down my sighs and whimpers, his tongue fucking into my mouth as Jackson holds me in place with his hand on my throat and Ambrose presses his fingers inside me.
“Good girl,” Jackson murmurs against my ear.
