Page 41 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
He smirks. “I know. But you still love me.”
My stomach clenches at his words, fingers freezing against the zipper for a split-second before I force myself to pull it down. Praying that the challenging glare I plaster on my face is enough to hide how painfully true his words are, I keep my eyes on Jackson’s as I shuck my pants and boxers and kick them to the side.
“Well. Go on,” I say drolly when Jackson’s eyes stay firmly on my face.
I suck in a breath and pray that my cock doesn’t look too eager when his gaze drops.
A moment passes. Then another. A flush creeps up Jackson’s neck when he finally looks back at me.
He clears his throat. “You’ve got a nice dick, bro.” A goofy smile crosses his face. “I kind of expected it to be pierced, though, with your whole edgy alpha vibe.”
I know my cheeks are turning red at his compliment,reading into it way too much. I snort and cross my arms over my chest. “You think a lot about my cock, dude?”
There. I’m teasing him back and not being a lovesick idiot struggling not to show his best friend how into him he is.
“If you two are done with your dick-measuring contest, our omega needs you.” Ambrose’s stern words are tinged with amusement.
“Fuck, yeah, of course,” Jackson says, moving to the bed with such eager speed Camille giggles. Ambrose is still knotted inside her, but that doesn’t stop the beta from reaching down between where they’re joined to play with her clit.
The three of them together are hot enough that I’m worried the second anyone even accidentally brushes against my dick, I’m going to explode. My alpha demands I join them, the mix of their pheromones on the edge of pushing me into a rut.
“Well, are you coming?” Jackson asks between nips and sucks to Camille’s breasts.
God, I hope not. Not yet.
I nod and move over to join the three people I’m utterly obsessed with on the bed.
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I’ve beenin a bed with multiple guys before. Accidentally touching another dude’s ass or dick was a hazard of the job working an omega’s heat. I’ve even done this with Ambrose before.
So why the hell am I so tense right now?
Shouldn’t it be the opposite when you’re with your pack? Shouldn’t I relax knowing we care about each other and we’re all working together with the shared purpose of helping our omega get some relief?
A hand on my thigh makes me almost leap out of my skin, and I kick myself mentally when my flinch elicits a dejected sigh from Camille.
“Shit, sorry Cami, I thought someone else touched me.” The explanation is weak, and earns a huff from River, who I can feel frowning at me. Feel, not see, because I can’t look over in his direction. If I do, I’ll stare at his dick again.
I’m being ridiculous. If everything goes as we hoped, I’m going to spend the rest of my life seeing River’s dick. It’s noteven like it’s absurdly big like Ambrose’s. It’s just a nice, slightly bigger than average penis with a sizable knot.
“I know we addressed this, but if you’re uncomfortable, I can stick to watching,” River says, jarring me out of my dickstraction to realize that everyone is focused on me.
I make myself look at him because it would be weird not to when he’s asking me point-blank if I’m uncomfortable. I swallow hard and keep my eyes locked on his face. He’s taken his glasses off, which makes him seem more vulnerable.
Dammit, I need to chill out. Poor guy is already worried that we’re going to kick him out of the pack at any moment. I’m still pissed he left, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to stay. He really seems like he’s trying, and he’s my best friend.
“What? No! I’m cool.”
River cocks a brow at me, and Camille strokes my thigh in reassurance even though I should absolutely not be the center of attention right now.
“I’m good. I swear.” I smile at him, then turn my focus back to Camille. “Just because I’m feeling awkward doesn’t mean I don’t want this.”
She nods, a small smile curving her lips. “What’s there to feel awkward about, other than the group sex with your best friend, and an unaddressed boatload of baggage we’re all carrying?”
I snort. God, she always knows what to say to help me relax. “You’re right. All of this istotallynormal.”
“So normal,” River chimes in dryly.
