Page 112 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
The beta looks down at me and shakes his head. “Not buying it.”
I whine, and both alphas let out corresponding soothing purrs. But it’s not enough. I’m suddenly very aware that Jackson hasn’t bonded me yet, and that’s unacceptable to my omega. He’s been ours from the very beginning, so why don’t I have his teeth marks adorning my skin?
“This is my job as our beta,” Jackson protests. “I have to keep a level head so no one overdoes it.”
He pries my hands from his thighs and starts to turn to go grab some food, and my omega gets petulant. Before any of my rational brain can come on board, I’m lunging up out of the tub, grabbing my beta, and sinking my teeth into him.
“Oh fuck,” Jackson gasps, his arousal and confusion surging into me as I taste his blood. “You bit my ass!”
“Shouldn’t have antagonized an omega in heat,” River says drolly.
I laugh and lap at the fresh wound that’s more on his thighthan his ass, but who cares about those semantics when Jackson’s emotions are beaming directly into me.
He never gave me a reason to doubt his affection and commitment, but how potent his love is still takes my breath away.
“Alright, fuck it,” Jackson mutters, shucking his sweatpants. “Get up here if you want me so bad, bitey.” He reaches down to hoist me out of the tub, almost tipping over when my wet skin slips through his fingertips.
“Careful.” Ambrose’s purr stutters as he steadies us. “The last thing we need is a trip to the emergency room mid-heat.”
“You’d take care of us,” I say with a giggle, leaning over to kiss my scent match on the cheek before squealing as Jackson manages to get a good grip on me and hauls me out of the bathtub, uncaring that I’m dripping water everywhere. He carries me over to the edge of the sink and sets me down, almost knocking over his tray of snacks.
He’s grinning at me even as he pretends to be frustrated, bringing a hand down between our bodies to slip the tentacle toy out of me. I gasp at the loss of fullness, and he tosses the toy to the side where it clatters and continues to writhe like an eel.
Jackson’s mouth descends to trail kisses along my throat as he rubs my clit and I arch toward him with a whine, begging for his bite and his cock.
The surge of amusement and arousal that I feel through his bond as he teases me makes a little growl fall from my lips. “Come on.”
My infuriating beta laughs and buries his face in my tits, letting out a pleased groan. “Give me a moment, I’m trying to decide,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Decide what?” I huff, pussy throbbing with the need to be filled. He takes pity on me, notching his cockat my entrance and pressing inside. But once he’s fully sheathed, he doesn’t move. Just stays there inside me, humming as he palms my breasts.
“Jackson.” His name from my lips is a pathetic whimper.
“Hmm, there’s so many good options.” He trails his mouth over my nipple, making my breath hitch. He dips his mouth inward toward my sternum.
There’s a spike of devilish amusement through the bond, but my lust-addled head doesn’t comprehend until his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of my breast.
“You bit my tit!” I gasp, shuddering around his cock as he bonds me and the final piece of the puzzle of my pack slots into place.
“Turnabout’s fair play, Cami.” Jackson chuckles, and Ambrose and River’s laughter joins hisas I attempt to scowl despite the effervescent joy of having his bond.
He barely gets a chance to start thrusting before I’m coming, warmth and pleasure cascading over my body in languorous waves. I feel all of them with me as I bask in my orgasm. Their arousal, their adoration, their joy.
Jackson doesn’t last much longer than me, coming with a grunt, his face buried against my throat as he pulses inside me. It’s so good, but I know I’ll need a knot soon. He was right, but before I let my omega’s needs consume me again, I reach over and grab a handful of almonds from the tray and shove them into my mouth.
“See?” I say as I chew. “I’m eating. Are you happy now?”
Jackson lets out a loud huff of laughter, cupping my cheek and looking back at Ambrose and River, who are getting out of the tub as they sense they’ll be needed any moment.
He holds my gaze, and expansive love floods the bond. “So fucking happy.”
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“Ahhh god.”The moan slips from my lips and, a second later, River releases a matching groan of pleasure-pain.
Jackson chuckles as he works his thumbs into the knots in my lower back, a hint of sadistic delight simmering on his end of the bond. “That too hard for you?”
“No, and before you make the joke, you know I like it hard,” I say, voice muffled by the pillow my cheek is pressed against.
