Page 118 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
She pops off me with a gasping breath, her lips and my cock smeared with her pink lipstick. “I need your cum. Please, Daddy.”
God, it’s so filthy and good, I’m going to come. She takes me to the back of her throat again. Once, twice, three times and I’m coming with a deep groan. “Here you go, sweetheart. You’ve earned it. Such a good fucking omega.”
She moans around me as I spill down her throat, her hand reaching up to massage and squeeze my knot in the way she knows drives me wild.
When she pops off my dick, her eyes are shining with desire. I stroke her cheek, and she grins up at me, tongue darting out to lick a drop of cum off her lips.
“Is that all you needed?” she asks breathily.
I chuckle, guiding her back to her feet. “No. Now I need to clean up the mess you made in your panties. Can’t have you going downstairs dripping slick, can we?”
She giggles as I haul her over to the nest, dropping her down on the mattress and immediately rucking up her dress and yanking down her soaked underwear. I tuck them into my pocket, then bury my face between her thighs.
“Daddy!” she moans, hands flying to my hair.
I chuckle against her slick pussy. Now I’m going to have to get cleaned up, too. Not a bad diversion tactic at all.
She’s so worked up from sucking me that it doesn’t take long. I lose myself in her rich taste and the way her hips rock against my mouth as she holds me where she needs me. I fucking love when she takes her pleasure exactly how she wants it. I love it even more when slick coats my chin and her nails dig into my scalp as she comes with a breathy cry.
I don’t stop right away, easing her down from her orgasm and using my tongue to clean up as much of her slick as I can before she shivers and pushes me away.
“Dammit,” she chuckles as we both sit up and take stock of our disheveled states. “I’m going to need to redo my hair and makeup.” She grimaces down at the shiny spot of slick on the skirt of her dress. “And pick something else to wear.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have let myself get so carried away.” I do feel bad, but it’ll be worth it when the surprise isn’t ruined.
She shakes her head with a laugh. “Don’t apologize. I’ve been turned on all day too. I didn’t know if I’d make it to after the party.”
I chuckle. “Well, then I’m glad I decided to come up here.” I reach out and offer her a hand up from the nest. “And if you getdesperate during the party, you know your mates will give you what you need.”
SendingAmbrose up to distract Camille was a mistake. He’d be much better at greeting our guests than I am.
I’ve been around Jackson’s parents enough times that I thought I was used to their boisterous affection, but that was nothing compared to how they act now that they know I’m their son’s romantic partner. It takes me a full five minutes before his mom is done crushing me with hugs, and his mama and dad can’t stop discussing how I’ve gotten even more handsome.
Ambrose’s parents arrive next, and while they’re more reserved, the three omegas intimidate the shit out of me. I know they like me, but for the longest time I worried that they didn’t approve of their son being with another alpha after everything they’d been through with his alpha bio dad. So I always feel like I need to prove to them that I’m a good partner. Thankfully, they seem to be more interested in asking Jackson about all the food he prepared than interrogating me.
The most nerve-wracking guests though, are Camille’s brother and father. We’ve never met before, but they’re very recognizable with their red hair and pale freckled skin. From what Camille has told me, they don’t really “get” the whole pack thing, but they’re happy that she’s happy. Megan is notably absent, but she told us she wasn’t coming. Said she didn’t want to ruin things by making her sister upset. I can’t say I disagree. They’re barely on speaking terms again.
Our house quickly fills with chatter and bodies, with Lauren and Rekha arriving next, then Astrid’s husband Jeff.
My nerves amp up as the crowd grows, wondering if this was a good idea. We told Camille we were having a small celebration with friends tonight. Not our entire families. But it’s too late now to change my mind. I’ll have to hope that she’ll forgive us if she doesn’t like the surprise. I’m pretty damn good at grovelling by now.
My phone buzzes with a text to me and Jackson.
Ambrose: We’re headed down in a minute. Can’t stall any longer.
Thank god. I need them both down here to help take some of the parental attention off of me, because Camille’s dad is asking me about the significance of my tattoos and the bite mark on my throat and my clothes feel too tight from overstimulation.
Jackson clears his throat. “Alright, everyone, quiet down, she’s coming!” he hisses.
Giggles fill the space as everyone does their best to be quiet. Dolly doesn’t get what’s going on and keeps bumping into Camille’s brother’s thigh with her squeaky toy to beg him to play with her. Jackson tries to shush her, which only leads to her sassing back with a yowl that has everyone laughing.
“Shit, are people here already?” Camille’s voice filters down the stairs, and there are more muffled laughs.
“I think so,” Ambrose responds, and a moment later they round into the living room.
Camille’s gasp has my heart clenching. “Oh my god, what is this?”
“Surprise,” Jackson says with a chuckle, gesturing up at the banner at the back of the room that reads “Welcome to thePack” with an adorable cartoon version of Dahlia chewing one of her shoes.
