Page 43 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“You want your beta to fuck you?”
My chest expands as a purr bursts from her, and she nods as best she can. “Yes.Yes. I want my beta to fuck me. Please, I need it.” She lets out a broken moan. “I need you.”
I need you.
I grit my teeth so hard I’m going to crack a molar as I resist the urge to come.
“How do you want it, omega?” I rasp, using her designation since she’s falling deeper into the demands of instincts.
“Hard,” she gasps.
There’s a soft groan from beside me, and I make themistake of looking over to see River watching us, his lips parted and cheeks flushed as he pumps his dick.
“Oh, fuck.” A spike of arousal, not awkwardness, slams into me as I see his reaction to me fucking our omega. I groan, quickly snapping my eyes back to Camille’s ass and giving her what she wants.
It’s not going to last long, but she’s already primed for an orgasm, so I put my all into slamming into her as hard as she needs. She slides up the bed until she’s bracing her hands against the headboard, pleading for more, telling me how good I feel, and after only a few minutes, coming around my cock with a cry.
“Mmm, that’s it, gorgeous. I’m going to give you my cum, and then River’s going to knot you so it stays inside where it belongs.”
She shudders, letting out another hoarse moan as she comes again, pushing me over the edge. I spill inside her eager pussy, panting and groaning like I’ve run a marathon.
Echoing groans fill the air from my packmates, so I don’t let myself linger in the bliss, pulling out and moving to the side as my dick gives a final spurt of cum, splattering across her puffy, well-used pussy.
River moves into my spot in an instant, his eyes almost black with how shot his pupils are. His breathing is already ragged, and his dick weeps precum. As he glances down at Camille’s messy cunt, he growls, his cock bucking in the air.
I know I shouldn’t be watching his dick so closely, but this is too hot to look away from. Ambrose clearly agrees, given how he’s purring and stroking his length, watching the pair with undisguised lust. Sure, River is his mate, but I’m allowed to enjoy this too.
It’s not weird.
It’snot.
I watch with bated breath as River notches the tip of his dick at Camille’s entrance, but he doesn’t sink inside right away. Instead, he strokes a hand down her back. “You want this, omega?” he asks hoarsely.
His end of the bond is almost entirely flooded with arousal, but there’s trepidation in his question.
Camille sighs, her body going lax at his touch. “Yes, alpha.”
That’s all he needs. He thrusts into her, hard and fast, his knot almost popping in right away with how wet she is from her slick and all our combined cum.
My dick swells at the sight of River’s cum-lubed shaft pumping in and out of her, and I don’t bother trying to stop myself from stroking it.
Unlike me, River’s powerful thrusts aren’t reckless. They’re measured perfectly to strike inside her in a way that makes her cry out with every movement. His alpha is in complete control, and the quiet dominance radiating from him takes my breath away.
He doesn’t have to say anything to stoke her desire. She’s coming once, then twice, then a third time, each orgasm accompanied by a press of his lips to the bite mark on her shoulder and a deep, rumbling “good omega.”
I can’t handle it. I spill all over my hand with a shaking gasp, coming again before River is done. Ambrose curses and joins me, and I’m too blissed out to judge myself for watching him as he does.
“Are you ready for my knot now, omega?” River’s voice is unlike I’ve ever heard him sound before. Deep and commanding. Pure alpha.
Camille is practically a puddle beneath him, prone on the bed as he lies atop her. “R-River.”
It’s not an answer to his question, but the effect of her saying his name with such need makes him stiffen. He lets outa growling grunt as he fills her with his knot. His brow scrunches as almost painful pleasure overtakes him, and as he comes down, it drains until what’s left is an expression I haven’t seen on River’s face in a long time. The same one that our thoroughly sated omega is wearing, as are Ambrose and myself.
Peace.
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“Come on,sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up.”
