Page 35 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
Instinctively, I open my arms, and she enters them with a mix of a whine and a purr that makes my chest ache so much I’m afraid I’m having a heart attack.
She nuzzles against my chest and throat, scent marking me frantically, like she’s worried someone might try to steal me away from her at any moment.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I croak, holding her against me as my throat goes tight, her softness and scent like a dream. I’d hoped we’d be able to convince her to talk, but this…
She whines softly, and I finally notice how hot her skin is. My blissful bubble bursts, and I pull to search her flushed face.
“Are you okay? Is she okay?” I look up at Ambrose and River, who are watching me and Camille with a strange tension. Their bonds thrum with need and concern.
I’ve seen that look many times before at the omega clinic. My stomach flips as I focus back on Camille, who runs her hands up and down my chest. “Oh shit, you’re in heat.”
“It’s most likely a heat spike, not a full-blown heat,” Ambrose says, in that calm doctor voice he gets when people are freaking out. “I need to run a few tests to get a better picture of what’s going on.”
The omega mapping me with her hands groans, and her expression twists into an apologetic frown. “I’m sorry,” Camille murmurs. “I don’t have any right to touch you like this, but my omega is going to have a meltdown if I stop.”
A strangled laugh bursts out of me. “Gorgeous, don’t you remember what I told you when we first met? You can touch me as much as you want. However you want.”
“But…” Her brow furrows, and I can sense an apology I really don’t want right now about to leave her mouth.
We can talk through things later, when a heat spike isn’t making her omega feel vulnerable.
“No buts. Well, except mine. My butt is yours to do what you want with.”
River raises a brow and Ambrose snorts.
“Not like that!” I add, but Camille’s lips twist into a frown, so I continue. “Or I guess, sure, like that if that’s what you want. I’m not opposed to butt stuff under the right circumstances.”
Laughter bursts from Camille at my babbling, and I grin down at her with a dopey, devoted sigh. Making her laugh soothes my raw nerves, giving me hope that it isn’t just the heat spike pushing her to be here.
“We can save the ‘butt stuff’ for another time,” she teases, giving my ass a quick squeeze before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down into a kiss. I expect it to be sloppy and needy, given her current state, so my knees almost buckle at the soft, apologetic press of her lips.
I grip her tighter to keep myself anchored, following her lead as she kisses and kisses me, each one growing deeper, until she’s released whatever was holding her back and kisses me like she needs my mouth on hers to survive.
My dick presses insistently against her soft belly, and she lets out a breathy moan between kisses, sliding her hand down toward my erection.
Ambrose clears his throat, reminding me that we’re still standing in the entryway and my packmates are watching. “I’d like to run those tests as soon as possible.”
Camille’s cheeks are flushed, her pupils shot from arousal, but she manages to stop rubbing against me with only a small whine.
I smile indulgently at her, squeezing her hip. “Don’t worry,gorgeous. As soon as he’s done playing doctor, we can do anything you want.”
She nods. “Y-yeah, okay. That makes sense.”
We separate, and Ambrose takes her hand, guiding her toward the living room. After a few steps, she freezes, a look of horror crashing over her face.
“Dolly! Is Dolly okay?? Oh god, Jackson, I’m so sorry. I saw you, and your scent made my mind go fuzzy, and all I could think about was being close to you.”
I shake my head, resisting the urge to rub at the warm, expanding sensation in my chest. “Dolly is fine. She’s upstairs, resting comfortably and on some good meds.”
“Can I see her?” Camille’s hesitant question makes me melt even more.
“Of course you can. Let’s go check in on the little lady real quick, and then we can go take care of those tests.”
As soon as I open the door to my room, Camille rushes inside and over to the dog bed in the corner. I know logically that her omega is making her more worried and protective than usual, but god, I love how much she cares.
The lump under the blanket shifts, and a puppy snout peeks out, sniffing. Camille bursts into tears as my sweet little lady’s face appears. “Oh my gosh, I’m glad you’re okay. I missed you so much, and I don’t know what I would’ve done if anything had happened to you,” she blubbers, stroking Dolly’s head as the dog gives her a sweet, sleepy nuzzle of affection.
Well, fuck, if I wasn’t already desperately in love with this omega, I sure as hell am now.
