Page 110 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“When I bite you again, do you want it here?” I murmur. There’s no need to bite her a second time. The bond is alreadyin place on my end. But if Camille wants my bite again, when we both know what it means, I’m more than happy to give it to her.
“There or anywhere. Doesn’t matter. I just need it.” Her words come out in soft, needy pants like she’s trying to be good for me and not demand anything but is having a hard time. “Please, River.”
God, I can’t get enough of her saying my name like that.
I smile against her shoulder, stroking her low belly but not dipping between her thighs. “What do you want, angel?”
“Your cock,” she whines, trying to part her legs to invite me to slip between them.
The edges of my vision go hazy as everything narrows down to the feel of Camille’s body against mine, her potent pheromones signaling my alpha to claim my omega. There will be plenty of time in the coming days to go slow and soft and sweet. Right now, with my alpha ready to tip into a rut at any moment, I don’t want to tease. I want to fuck my omega until she can’t think of anything other than my cock and knot stretching her.
“Present for your alpha.” My low, raspy tone is commanding but not a bark. I know she gets soaked when I use my alpha bark on her, but after what happened to her earlier, I can’t risk it. She needs to know she’s in control at all times.
You wouldn’t know that it wasn’t a bark though, by how she scrambles to obey, rolling onto her stomach and pressing her ass up and back toward me. Her cunt and ass glisten with slick, still dripping with my packmates’ cum, and fuck, that’s what tips me over the edge.
I grip her hips and line myself up with her entrance, thrusting forward with no preamble. She’s wet and even betterthan I remembered from before, her pussy clamping around me as she lets out a low, satisfied moan.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, setting a rough pace that has her ass jiggling with every thrust.
“Yes, River, oh fuck,alpha, that feels so good.”
My fingers dimple her hips as I give her everything I have, pounding inside her like a man possessed. “Come for me, omega. Come on your alpha’s cock.”
She obeys, shattering as I grind against her g-spot, this position letting me go as deep as I want into her welcoming cunt. I stare at where we’re joined, cursing as I think about my cum mixing with everyone else’s. With her being full of all of us.
“Well, damn.” A low chuckle fills the nest as Jackson emerges from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips. The sight of him makes me fall deeper into my rut. He’s mine too.
“Get over here,” I growl.
His eyes widen, but he doesn’t argue, letting his towel drop to the ground as he joins us on the bed, his cock thickening as he approaches.
“Lie on your back,” I command. “I’m going to fuck both of you.”
“Uh, what?” Jackson asks, brows shooting up.
“You heard me. Lie on your back and get your dick in our omega’s pussy.” I distantly sense I’m being too demanding. Pushing too hard. But then I register Jackson’s excitement and enthusiasm through our bond and I relax.
I pull out of Camille, who curses and whines, guiding her over to sit on Jackson’s dick, facing away from him.
She starts to bounce on him, and he inhales sharply at the sensation, but I shake my head and press her so she’s lying with her back draped across Jackson’s chest. His cock is long enough that he’s able to stay inside her, and the vision of themtogether like this has my balls threatening to unload and ruin this before I can do what my alpha is demanding.
“Good.” It takes a bit of repositioning to get all our bodies aligned, Jackson’s arms hooked under Camille’s legs to hold them and splay her open. I give my cock a few pumps to make sure it’s still coated in her slick, then press the head of it against her already filled entrance.
“Oh,fuck,” Jackson’s eyes go wide as he realizes what I’m doing, my cock pressing against his, tunneling into her, pushing her to stretch more than she ever has and take both of us.
The combined sounds of Camille’s gasps and moans and Jackson’s muttered curses are filthy music to my alpha’s ears. It’s so tight it feels like it should be impossible, but I manage to squeeze in.
“God, shit, that’s…” Jackson’s head falls back against the pillow as I pull out a bit and press back in a testing pump of my hips.
“You both feel so good,” Camille moans.
I know we can’t last long like this, but I make each movement count, savoring every look of pleasure and disbelief on Camille and Jackson’s faces as I fuck them.
Our omega starts to shake as her orgasm approaches, growing so tight I can barely move. “Bite me, River. Oh, fuck, bite me.”
My alpha doesn’t need any convincing. I drape over her and press a kiss to her lips, then move my mouth to the same spot on her shoulder as before. I could pick somewhere else, but I want to rewrite what happened last time with something good. My teeth sink into her flesh, and she cries out, but doesn’t give me long to bask in it before she’s yanking me up and sinking her teeth into my throat. Biting me right between my tattoos, like she’s filling in the empty space withher mark.
Jackson curses, and his cock jerks beside mine, his cum slicking my movements as I try to get a few more thrusts in, but the euphoria of the bond and the rut are too strong.
