Page 33 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
Longing and worry and need tangle together inside me. I want to surrender to the romance and yearning, but I’m terrified of getting hurt again. It’s not fair of him to say things like that to me right now, while I’m vulnerable and desperate and he’s smelling like everything my omega dreams of. Stability. Commitment. Comfort. Hope.
A silver sedan pulls into the alleyway, and I don’t have thechance to figure out how to respond to his declaration. Ambrose yanks the door open as soon as the car comes to a stop, and gently deposits me on the backseat. I whimper at the loss of his touch, pain flaring, but he rounds to the other side of the car and slides in next to me, pulling me back into his arms.
River’s dark, bittersweet chocolate scent permeates every inch of his car, making my head fuzzy. The time for talking is passing as another cramp hits me and the burning need to be filled overtakes everything else.
“Please,” I beg, fumbling with Ambrose’s belt in my haste to get to him. I can’t seem to get my fingers to work right, and after a moment, the alpha grabs my hand and pulls it away.
“No,” I whine, cheeks heating at how petulant I sound.
Ambrose chuckles and brings my hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to it. “I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry, baby girl.” He deftly undoes his belt and zipper with one hand, drawing out his ruddy, thick cock. My mouth waters at the sight of pre-cum oozing from the tip, and suddenly the only thing in the universe that will make me feel better is tasting it. I yank my hand out of Ambrose’s gentle hold and bend forward to wrap my lips around his cock.
His citrusy, fresh taste bursts across my tongue, and I moan, plunging down on his cock so enthusiastically that I gag. But I don’t care. He tastes so good it makes me moan. I want him to flood my mouth with more of his cream until it douses the flames inside me. Then fill my pussy up with it so I’m full of him everywhere.
“Shit.” Ambrose’s choked curse and his hand flying to my head spur me on as I pull off then take him down as far as I can go, which is sadly nowhere near all of him.
I’ll have to practice. Learn to relax so I can let Daddy fuck my throat like a good girl.
My mind grows even fuzzier at the thought, submissivefantasies helping to numb the pain of the heat in my body. Pushing back all the worries about what will happen later with the pleasure of what’s happening now. All that matters is sucking Daddy’s cock until he explodes.
“Where are we going? I don’t know where she…”
I barely register River’s words over the sound of my moans and the sloppy bobbing of my mouth on Ambrose’s cock, but I notice the tension in his voice. It makes my omega want to climb up into his lap and soothe him once I’ve gotten my reward from his mate.
“Take us h-home,” Ambrose gasps, gathering my hair in his hand to hold it out of the way. And maybe to try to ease me off, given how ragged he sounds. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
I pop off his length for a moment, using a hand to wrap around his knot and squeeze, lapping at the pre-cum that flows from the tip. “I want it, Daddy.”
“Fucking hell.” River’s hoarse curse makes my clit throb and cheeks burn as I faintly realize maybe I shouldn’t be calling his mate “Daddy” while he’s in the same room. Or same car. Whatever.
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, sweetheart,” Ambrose rasps, his voice almost pained as I beg him with my eyes and swipes of my tongue around the head of his cock.
“She wants your cum. Give it to her,” River commands.
Goosebumps break out all over my skin at the sheer dominance of his alpha. I wish I could see him, but I can imagine his hungry dark eyes watching us through the rearview mirror. My pussy clenches with need and slick coats my thighs at the thought of him seeing me please his mate. Knowing that Ambrose may be my daddy, but River is the one in charge of him.
Ambrose releases a pitiful groan before using his hand inmy hair to direct me back down on his cock. “You sure this is what you want, baby girl?”
I nod as best I can, sucking him down and kneading his knot.
“Fuck,fuck, alright, that’s it…just like that…oh god, here it comes.” Ambrose’s grip in my hair tightens as the first spurt of his cum hits the back of my throat.
I sputter, my body instinctively going to pull off, but River’s sharp voice stops me. “Stay down on him and take it all. You wanted your daddy’s cum, so be good and take it.”
I obey, drinking down each jet of Ambrose’s cum like I’m dying of thirst. I want to be good, but there’s so much that it leaks out from between my lips, sliding down his length and onto where my hand grips his knot.
When Ambrose releases my hair and his cock gives one last weak pulse, his body sagging, I slowly drag my mouth off of him.
“Fuck, such a good girl,” Ambrose purrs, stroking my hair, then circling my swollen lips with his thumb with a look of awe.
As I move to sit up and kiss him, River makes a tutting sound. “Clean him off. Make sure you don’t waste any of my toy’s precious cum.”
“Focus on the road,” Ambrose says weakly, even as River’s filthy words make him shudder with pleasure.
River laughs, but I can’t think of anything other than him calling Ambrose his toy. Wondering if he’d call me similar filthy things if I asked him to use his alpha’s dominance on me.
My clit pulses, so on edge that it won’t take much to make me shatter. But I want to be good, so I resist the urge to slide my hands between my thighs and instead lick the sticky seed from my fingers, then clean up what’s splattered onto Ambrose’spants as best I can.
Ambrose’s cock swells back to life at my efforts, and I gasp as he palms my ass. “Come here, sweetheart. Get on Daddy’s lap and take what you need.”
