Page 76 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“River.” Camille’s voice jars me out of my spiraling thoughts. I snap my head over to look at her, finding a furrow on her brow as she takes in my rising distress. “What can I do to make this more comfortable for you? Do you not want me to touch you?”
“No!” I blurt out as hurt rises in her bond. “Shit, sorry I’m being so weird. I wasn’t expecting this, and I don’t know why you’re being so nice, and I’m fucking it up.”
Ambrose’s hand squeezes my thigh. “Take a deep breath for me, love.”
I look over at him, doing as he asks. My exhale is shaky. I don’t understand why this is making me freak out. I want to be with them. It’s all I think about. Well, Jackson is there too in most of those fantasies, but still. I want this.
My mate nods, compassion flooding in through his end of the bond. “Good.”
I breathe in again, using his kind, storm-gray eyes to anchor me as I often have when I’m overwhelmed. Except, this time I also have Camille’s hand on my arm and her hesitantpurr. Together, they melt away the worry, releasing the tension in my spine and quieting my agitated thoughts.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
Ambrose pats my thigh and leans in to kiss my cheek. “Of course, love. Thank you for letting us help.”
Camille pulls her hand back, and I turn to her as I feel the swell of affection through her bond. “It’s amazing how good he is at calming us down. Makes me think he has some kind of soothing alpha magic.”
I smile. “Oh, he definitely does. But you’re pretty magical too, Camille.”
Her cheeks burnish. She’s pleased with the compliment, and a little taken aback. It makes me want to tell her all the ways she’s amazing.
“I feel a little bad about it. Selfish,” Camille says. She’s still smiling, which makes her statement all the more confusing.
“About being magical?”
She giggles and shakes her head. “No, about Ambrose always being the one to take care of us.”
Ambrose frowns. “I want to take care of you. I thought you already understood that, sweetheart.” There’s a hint of heat in his words, and the way his eyes drag over her body makes her perfume rise in the air.
I’m caught in the crossfire of the moment, and rather than feeling jealous or excluded, it makes my alpha want to purr. Their flirting is hot as fuck.
“I know you do, but you need to be taken care of sometimes, too.”
Ambrose’s cheeks flush at her words, his eyes connecting with mine. I can tell he’s thinking of just how good I am at taking care of him. How thorough I am at getting him out of his head and giving him the ability to let go.
Camille’s gaze bounces between the two of us, and hertongue darts out to wet her lips. Her breathing grows shallow, and her perfume is thick enough that I can almost taste it.
She likes thinking about me taking care of him.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I rasp.
“Yeah?” She hesitates before speaking again. “How do you take care of him?”
My cock swells to full mast, and Ambrose’s breath hitches.
Is this really happening? Is she asking what I think she is?
“Do you want us to demonstrate?” I ask evenly.
Her flush spreads down to her throat. “I… I don’t want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
I reach down and unsubtly adjust myself. “Do I look uncomfortable to you?” I glance down at where Ambrose has thickened, the bar of his erection pressing against his pants. “Doeitherof us look uncomfortable?”
Camille smiles, the expression both shy and heated. “No. You don’t.”
“Will it make you uncomfortable to see how I take care of my toy?”
I need to be certain that she understands what she’s asking for. I’ll happily put on a show for Camille, my alpha already eager to prove how good I am at giving Ambrose what he needs. To prove to her that I could do the same for her, if she wanted.
