Page 34 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
I smack my head against the roof of the car in my hurry to straddle him. Not that I care for long, because he’s guiding his rigid length to my entrance and holding it in place as I sink down on him. “Ohhhh, yes.” My pussy flutters around him as his knot bumps my clit.
“We’re almost there,” River warns.
Ambrose grips my hips and starts bouncing me on his cock, careful not to bump my head against the roof again. “Come on, sweetheart. Come for us.”
I break, clamping down on his cock in convulsing waves, begging for his knot. Ambrose groans but doesn’t give in to my demands.
It’s enough to take the edge off, though, cooling my throbbing need as I come down from my orgasm. Ambrose eases me off his cock, still hard and dripping as the car comes to a stop.
A moment later, River opens the door and holds a hand out for me. I take it, not trusting my legs to hold me up right now. Something in his eyes goes soft at my lack of hesitation, but I get distracted when I realize where we are.
“I thought you were taking me home.” I look up at the familiar brick front townhouse.
Ambrose joins me, taking my hand in his and giving it a squeeze. “We did.”
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“Alright,sweet girl, there we go. Are you comfy?”
Dolly’s big black eyes peer out at me from under the fuzzy pink blanket I’ve draped over her, and she snuffles as she settles down on her bed. I press so many kisses to her head that she starts to grumble, but I can’t help it.
I’ve always been a bit of a baby when it comes to Dolly. Every time she seems sick, I wonder if this is the end. Sometimes, on nights when she’s snuggled up next to me in bed and being particularly sweet, I get sad thinking about her not always being with me. The dog is only six, but you never know how much time you’ll have.
When I bury my face against her tummy and let out a heavy, relieved sigh, her little front paw presses against my cheek. I release a watery chuckle. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But you’re not allowed to get sick again. My heart can’t take it.”
To be fair, she wasn’t even that sick. Of course, the minute we got to the emergency vet, Dolly perked up, barking at the staff and putting on a friendly, wiggly show when the vet came into the exam room. I could tell the vet was side-eyeing me abit as an overly cautious pet parent. I can’t help it that I’d rather be careful than assume everything is okay, only to have my dog croak because I didn’t take her to the vet.
After they checked her vitals and determined that Dahlia has the equivalent of a stomach bug, they gave her some subcutaneous fluids and anti-nausea meds. Probably a waste of time and money, but whatever. All that matters to me is that she’s well enough now to act annoyed that I’m smothering her with love.
I sigh and give her one more kiss, then pull the blanket over her head so she can rest. Dolly releases a sigh to match mine, able to relax now that she’s burrowed in her bed.
Like a total sap, I sit next to her instead of getting up, wanting to be nearby in case she gets sick again. She’s totally fine now, but I’m on edge. Not just from her bout of nausea, but from missing the launch party.
I was the only member of our pack with an actual invitation to the event. Which, shit, I’m sure my boss is wondering why the hell I didn’t show up. I need to text her and let her know about Dahlia getting sick, but that can wait until the morning.
Lauren must’ve put River and Ambrose’s names on the guest list, right? She endorsed our plan to talk to Camille, so it wouldn’t make sense not to let them into the party. Unless she didn’t think she’d need to put them on the guest list since they were my plus-ones.
Anxiety surges in my gut at the idea that the plan was ruined because I wasn’t there. But no, I need to calm down. They wouldn’t leave the second they got turned away at the door. They would’ve figured it out.
My bonds with Ambrose and River have been a riot of intense emotions, so god only knows what’s going on. The lastthing I heard from them was Ambrose checking in to see if there was news about Dolly and to let me know he’d run into some traffic. I don’t even know if River showed up. I have to assume that he did, based on their bonds flaring at the same time.
Fuck, I hope I didn’t ruin our chances by not being there tonight. Camille has always been the most relaxed around me. Ambrose comforts her, but he’s also her scent match, so he amplifies her omega’s needs, which can bother her. I’m not just her lover; I’m her friend. Or I was.
Dammit, I want to hop on my bike and race over to the party. I hate not knowing what’s going on, and a ridiculous, illogical part of my brain tells me I’ll be excluded from the pack if I’m not there. I know that isn’t what’s happening, but after years of Ambrose and River doing things together as mates, and me being the third-wheel, it’s a sore spot.
Forcing myself to unclench my jaw and roll my shoulders, I do my best to accept that my pack can handle this. I shut my eyes and suck in a deep inhale, reminding myself that I’m a vital member of this pack and they’re not excluding me.
Everything is okay.
Everything will work out.
The sound of the front door opening startles me out of my self-soothing meditation, and I jolt up to my feet. Dahlia stays asleep, the anti-nausea meds zonking her out, so I whisper to her that I’ll be back, then race out of my room and down the stairs to see who came in.
“Hey, did everything go okay?—”
I skid to a stop as I round the corner into the hallway, my heart leaping up into my throat at what I see.
Camille is standing in our entryway, Ambrose’s arm wrapped around her waist as she leans against his shoulder, with River flanking them. I only have a second totake in her disheveled state and, holy fuck, the pheromones coming from the three of them, before she’s rushing toward me.
