Page 111 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
With his recently acquired wisdom, Jackson pulls out quickly, allowing me to thrust into our omega until my knot fits inside her. I come with a hoarse shout, filling her over and over as she thanks me for my bite, tells me she wants everything I have, and laps at her bite as she sends love and reassurance through the bond.
As I roll Camille onto her side so I’m not crushing her against Jackson while I’m knotted inside her, the beta lets out a sigh. He looks down at his crotch and stomach, and the mess we made. “So much for taking a shower.”
“You look good covered in us.”
Camille nods. “He does. Leave it for a bit and maybe Ambrose can add some to the mess too.”
Jackson sputters at the suggestion, but I don’t miss his little flare of interest in the bond.
I press my lips to the fresh bite on Camille’s shoulder, lapping at the wound. She sighs and arches against me, her plush stomach and breasts against me so soft and comfortable I could stay like this forever.
“Thank you,” I murmur, emotion rising in the aftermath of the lust-filled frenzy
“I’m so happy I can feel you now,” she whispers, drawing her fingertips around the mark on my throat, and tracing my tattoos. “I…” She smiles, hesitating for a moment. “I don’t think I realized how deep your care goes.”
I swallow hard, clutching her tighter. “I love you, Camille. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I never give you reason to doubt that again.”
If heaven is real,it has to be lying in a giant tub full of perfectly warm water getting washed and caressed by my pack while our mingled scents and purrs fill the air. River massages my feet from his end of the tub, an equally blissed-out look on his face as the hot water helps to soothe away his back pain. He feels me watching him through the bond, his eyes opening and a lazy smile curving across his lips.
“Promise to take it easy the rest of the heat?” I ask, letting out a soft, shuddering sigh as Ambrose, who sits behind me in the tub, lathers the shampoo in my hair, massaging my scalp in a way that has me turning into a pliant puddle of an omega.
River shakes his head. “Nope.”
I try to frown, but my mouth falls open when he digs his thumb into the arch of my foot. “But…”
“I’m fine, angel. I’m not about to sit on the sidelines when I have such a pretty, tempting omega,” River murmurs, sending reassurance through his end of the bond. And god, it’s amazing to have that wide-open connection and know that he’s not masking anything. He’s in a bit of pain, but his arousal and pleasure at being with all of us far outweigh it. Still, I’ll have to make it up to him once the heat breaks. I’m pretty good at giving massages…
The idea has my pussy clamping hard around the thick tentacle toy currently vibrating and pulsing between my thighs. My head’s been clearer than my previous heat, my omega less frantic in her need. It must be because she recognizes I’m safe. That there’s nothing to worry about because my pack will take care of anything and everything I need. Thebonds with River and Ambrose help, because when I start to feel desperate, they know and give me what I need, and I can feel their love and care as they do it.
“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Ambrose chuckles when I release a soft moan. The water sluicing down my shoulders as he rinses out my hair brushes against their twin bites, making me squirm against the alpha behind me.
“How I like feeling you,” I murmur. “How I want to help take care of River when the heat is over, since he doesn’t want to be careful.”
“We’ll all make sure he’s well taken care of,” Ambrose purrs, stroking his hands down my arms.
The pulse of appreciation from my tattooed alpha’s bond makes my chest squeeze. “I won’t say no to that.”
The door to the bathroom opens, and Jackson enters with a tray overloaded with a ridiculous assortment of protein bars, energy and sports drinks, sweets, chips, and even a giant bowl of mac and cheese. My stomach growls at the same time my purr ramps up to an absurd level at his return.
He laughs as he sets the tray down on the counter by the sink. “Someone’s excited for food.”
River shakes his head. “Think that’s more for you than the food.”
“Oh yeah? Are you needy again, Cami?” Jackson asks, coming over to the tub and bending down to press a kiss to my lips.
I was doing okay between surges of arousal, the knotted toy keeping the intensity at bay, but his lips against mine set my omega off. I grip the short hair at his nape and kiss him back with a moan. “Yes.”
Ambrose groans, the sound both aroused and a touch frustrated. “You need to eat something to keep your strength up, sweetheart.”
I shake my head and pull back from Jackson’s lips. “After.” My wet hands go to the elastic waistband of his sweatpants and tug them down, setting the beta’s rapidly swelling cock free. I lean forward, taking him in hand and licking a stripe up the length of him, before swirling the tip with my tongue.
He lets out a low curse, cock jerking against my lips, but pulls back. “Daddy’s right. If we start that now, it’ll be hours before you’re calm enough to eat something.”
“Fuck, it’s hot when you call him that,” River says with a soft laugh. “I love how your bonds light up with arousal at such a simple word.”
Jackson huffs, but his dick gives another excited throb. “Not helping!”
“I promise I’ll be good,” I murmur, reaching out to grab the backs of Jackson’s thighs before he steps away.
