Page 40 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
This is going to work. I don’t care how long it takes, but it’s going to fucking work.
“No more apologies,” Ambrose says as he climbs onto the bed, gesturing for Jackson to release his protective hold on Camille. “Just let us take care of you, sweetheart.”
She nods, gaze moving from her desperate search of my face to Ambrose as he lays her back on the bed and moves atop her. “Such a good girl,” he rasps as he teases her clit with the thick head of his cock. He lines up with her entrance and sinks inside in one long press of his hips.
I watch, rapt, eyes flicking between where they’re joined and the expressions on their faces. It’s almost too much to handle, my heart beating so hard it threatens to burst out of my chest. I never considered myself voyeuristic, but that was before I saw my mate and my potential omega together like this. It was hot when they were together in the car, but I could only catch glimpses without risking crashing. This is them both bare, both surrendering to the pleasure their bodies create together, their scents a symphony that makes me want to kiss and stroke them both in reverence and thanks for allowing me to be even a small part of their joining.
Watching Ambrose thrust inside her as Camille clings tohis arms, their eyes locked together in an exchange of deep affection, I realize the real reason I was jealous before.
It wasn’t because I wanted to be with them individually. It was because I hated that I wasn’t allowed to witness how beautiful they are together. The realization heals something deep inside me I didn’t even know was hurting.
I don’t have to fear their bond. This connection doesn’t hurt the one I share with my mate, nor the one I hope to share with Camille. It can only make all our bonds stronger.
Jackson nudges me, startling me out of my reverent realizations. I turn to glare at him for interrupting my focus on the pair on the bed, and do a double take.
Oh fuck.
He’s naked.
He’s naked, and he’shard.
Stop staring at his dick!
My eyes stay glued to his cock despite my brain begging me to look away. A sweat breaks out on the back of my neck, and a growl threatens to erupt from my throat.
How the hell did I forget about this aspect of things? I’ve seen Jackson naked before in locker rooms and a few times when he wandered around in the buff when he got drunk in college, but it wasn’t like this. He’s so goddamn handsome, his carved, muscular body a testament to his constant hard work in the gym. If that weren’t torture enough, he also has one of the prettiest cocks I’ve ever seen in my life. Girthy, with the slightest upward curve and a glistening tip. Not as long as Ambrose’s, but that’s because my mate is hung like a damn horse.
How long have I been staring at his cock?Shit.
Jackson’s strained laugh finally allows me to rip my eyes from where they were glued to his dick. I blink a few times, likeI can scrub the memory of it from my mind and not have it feature in my dreams for the foreseeable future.
His meaty palm slaps against my back. “I know it’s weird, dude, but we’ll get used to it. When I first saw Ambrose hard, I did a double-take. That thing is a monster.” He grimaces slightly. “Guess it’s a good thing you’re not a bottom, becauseouch.”
I use the opening he handed to me to distract from my staring with a joke. “You put a lot of thought into what it would be like to get fucked by my mate?”
Jackson’s cheeks burnish, his eyes going wide. “What? N-no. Just concerned for my best friend, shit.”
“Don’t be.” I know I shouldn’t tell him this, but the way he reacted makes me want to fluster him more so he won’t overthink anything he’s sensing from me through the bond. “It feels amazing with the right prep.”
His mouth hangs open for a moment at my declaration. “Well, uh, that’s good.” He looks away, clearing his throat.
My traitorous gaze drops to his cock again while he’s not watching me, and the little twitch it gives when Camille moans as she comes makes my mouth water. I’d give anything for a taste of him, but that’s never going to happen. The last thing I want to do is make him uncomfortable around me, especially when we have a shot to make things right with our pack.
Ambrose’s groan as he comes snaps my focus back to the bed, the twist of his brow as he knots his scent mate enough to distract me from my worries about Jackson.
My pants are uncomfortably tight, my cock threatening to break my zipper from how hard and eager it is.
“You should get undressed so you’re ready for your turn,” Jackson says, his embarrassment from a moment ago replacedwith a cheeky smirk. “Or are you shy? Because you’ve seen mine now, it’s only fair I see yours.”
“I’m not shy,” I say, glaring at him but not making a move to take any of my clothes off. My dick would like nothing more than for Jackson to stare at it, but my mind knows it’ll be a struggle to stay composed and lock down my end of the bond enough that he won’t feel that he’s turning me on.
The bastard pokes me in the stomach. “Come on, dude. Whip it out. I’m sure it’s fine.”
That goading barb is enough to make my alpha rise to the challenge from this mouthy beta. “Oh, fuck off,” I mutter as I strip out of my button-down and toss it onto the floor.
Jackson waggles his eyebrows at me as my hand goes to my zipper.
“You’re such an asshole.”
