Page 67 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
He shudders, fingers sinking into my flesh hard enough that they’ll leave marks I’ll savor later, fighting not to follow me over the edge yet.
“Say it again,” he growls, pumping inside me, relentless as another orgasm builds.
“I love you,” I pant, the heat and need inside me continuing to rise.
“Fuck.Fuck.” Jackson’s hips stutter, and this time when I come, he follows me with a deep, guttural moan and a hoarse “I love you.”
After three orgasms, I should be sated, but a whine bubbles out of me when he pulls out, his cum splattering against my thighs and onto the ground.
Jackson stiffens at the sound of need, turning me around to scan my face. His fingers brush against my skin. “Shit, you’re too hot.”
“Thanks,” I giggle.
He shakes his head, brow furrowing. “No, like you’re burning up.”
Fuck, that’s why my omega is begging me for a knot.
“Can you wait until we get back to your place?”
I go to nod, but a cramp hits me and I whine again. “Need a knot.”
Jackson rakes a hand through his hair, concern etched on his brow. “Shit. I shouldn’t have brought you here. The guys won’t get here any faster than it would take for us to go home.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, upset that I’m ruining what would’ve been a perfect moment with a damn heat spike. Aheat spike that I hoped to avoid on the increased suppressant dose.
Dammit.
“Shh, no, don’t be sorry. We can handle this.” He goes over to the picnic bench, testing its sturdiness with his weight. “It should hold.” He yanks his jacket off, then his shirt, and arranges them to cover the bench, then gestures for me to lie on top of it.
“I’m going to ruin your clothes,” I protest.
He shakes his head. “Baby, they’ll be my most prized possession after you get your slick all over them.”
I lie down, and he’s on his knees before me, spreading my thighs and running his hand through the mess we’ve made. Once his fingers are coated, he slides two of them inside me and presses against the spot where a knot would sit, watching my face.
It feels amazing, but my omega isn’t satisfied. “More,” I beg, face heating at the whine in my tone.
He adds a third finger. Still not enough. “Please.”
A hungry gleam shines in his eyes as Jackson watches my face. “Shh, I’ll give you what you need.”
He gathers up more of my slick and pinches his fingers and thumbs together, pressing all of them inside me.
The stretch is more intense than anything I’ve experienced, and I cry out at the blissful pressure of him easing his hand inside me.
“There we go,” he murmurs, watching as he sinks inside me. “Look at you. Such a good omega.”
The cry that I release, feeling his hand inside me, echoes out into the night air. Slick gushes from me as his knuckles create pressure against that perfect spot inside me, stretching and demanding more from me than any knot could.
“Told you I’d take care of you.”
I stare at him, eyes wide and mouth open as he grinds his knuckles inside me, sparks of white-hot pleasure building.
“Who needs a knot when you take my fist so well? You’re mine, omega. Take what you need from your beta.”
My release crashes over me at his words, brutal and demanding, as I seize around his hand and he murmurs filthy praise. I chant his name over and over as one orgasm blends into another as he grinds gently inside me over and over.
When the heat on my skin cools and I let out a shaky sigh, Jackson slowly eases his hand out of my overstretched cunt. He stares down at his hand and my pussy, looking as stunned as I feel.
