Page 78 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“Please stay.”
River nods, the movement sharp.
“What do you want us to do?” Ambrose runs a hand through my hair, stroking it back off my shoulder, then letting his fingertips graze against the white scars of River’s bite mark.
Need throbs between my thighs.
“I still want to watch you.”
“Yeah?” A smile curves across Ambrose’s lips. “You want to see me be a mess for our alpha?”
A purr starts in my chest. “Yes. Please.”
“Is that all you want?” River’s low, throaty tone makes me shiver.
“No,” I breathe, forcing myself to keep my eyes locked on his.
Endless dark pools flecked with gold threaten to drown me as I stare into River’s eyes. “What else do you want?”
So, so many things. But I understand what he’s asking.
Do I want to stop dancing around the dynamic that’s blossomed between us and explore it fully?
Do I want him to make a mess of me, too?
“I want you to show me what you do with Ambrose, then show me how you’d handle me.” My words are barely more than a whisper, but you’d think they were as loud as a gunshot by how they ring out between the three of us.
“Fuck,” Ambrose curses, his scent growing brighter.
River stays still. He surveys me in a long, slow drag up and down my body.
For a moment, I worry that I’ve misread things. Rationally, it’s a ridiculous thought, but the remnants of his past rejection cling to my mind. I need him to clear them out, once and for all.
“Take off your clothes and sit in the chair.” River’s command startles me out of my concerns. It isn’t a bark. We both know he doesn’t need to do that to get me to bend to his will.
I scramble to my feet, trembling fingers struggling with the zipper of my dress. They watch me, their hungry eyes making my skin prickle as my dress falls down to the floor.
I go to sit, but River shakes his head. “All of your clothes.”
“I’ll ruin the cushion with my slick.” It’s not a protest so much as a warning.
The corner of River’s mouth tilts up. “Good. Every time I sit there, it’ll remind me how soaked you get for us. Maybe I’ll have my toy sit there later and let your scent torture him but not allow him to do anything about it.”
Ambrose groans, palming his cock over his pants.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you touching what’s mine,” River says calmly. He’s looking at me, but I know he means Ambrose from the way the older alpha flushes and rips his hand away.
“When we play, we use a stoplight system. Green means everything is good; keep going. Yellow means slow down andcheck in to adjust. Red means stop. Do you understand, Camille?”
I swallow hard and nod. “Y-yeah.”
“Then take off your underwear and spread your legs. Don’t touch yourself. Just watch.”
Is it possible to come from someone’s voice? Because the dominance and sheer alpha energy in River’s tone has my pussy clenching like one touch would push me over the edge.
I slip out of my underwear and sit, spreading my legs as he ordered. I can tell already it’s going to be torture to watch and do nothing. The heat spike is burning through my system, and I’m desperate to be filled and knotted, but my omega craves this submission and torturous anticipation even more right now.
If it weren’t for the way his eyes gleam as he stares at my spread, dripping cunt, I’d think River was wholly unaffected by the sight of me. But it’s there, and it’s so powerful it makes my omega whimper.
