Page 77 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
Ambrose groans, the sound needy and slightly embarrassed, which I know is something he enjoys. He wants her to see this as badly as I want to show her.
Camille nods. “I want to know. Show me.”
“Ask politely, omega.” The words are out of me before I can stop them.
Her eyes flare, and I think I’ve ruined things, but then she lowers her gaze demurely. “Please. Please show me.”
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My skin flushes,heat suffusing my body at River’s command. I have no clue how I went from asking him to stay for my casual movie night with Ambrose to asking him to show me how he “takes care” of his mate.
No, not asking.Begging.
An alarm bell rings in my mind. Not because I’m not very, very enthusiastic about this demonstration, but at the speed things escalated. The way my stomach tenses and slick pools between my thighs so suddenly. I was happy and comfortable with Ambrose, in my low-level state of arousal I always am around him, but now I’m so turned on I’m practically panting at the prospect of watching these alphas together.
River slides closer to Ambrose, reaching out to rest his hand lightly on his throat and feather his lips against the older alpha’s, and my pulse quickens.
They share a breath, Ambrose’s eyes hooding and River’s sharpening with a feral glint. They fall into their roles with breathtaking ease, the dominance of River’s alpha staggeringand the submission of Ambrose’s unlike anything I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness.
They haven’t even kissed yet. I don’t know if I’ll survive seeing more. My body is ablaze.
A loud whine falls from my lips, and River’s head snaps to look at me. I scrunch my legs up to my chest, embarrassed by my outburst. The tattooed alpha’s eyes scan my face, and I’m sure he’s using his bond with me to understand what’s going on in my head.
“Sorry, I’m…” I wipe the sweat dewing on my brow. “I’m not upset. Or jealous. Or uncomfortable. I’m…”
River reaches out and places a hand on my bare knee, his nostrils flaring. “You’re burning up.”
Ambrose is off the couch and moving to kneel by my side in an instant, the back of his hand pressing against my forehead. “You are. I think you’re having another heat spike, sweetheart.”
I groan, partially because I’m upset and partially because having both of them touching me is making my omega even more turned on. “Shit. Sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” River replies firmly.
“Nothing at all,” Ambrose concurs with a gentle smile.
The combination of hard and soft from the two of them is brain—and panty—melting. I swallow hard so I don’t whine again.
“How would you like to handle it?” Ambrose asks, cupping my cheek. His thumb strokes against my jaw as his stormy eyes search mine. “We’ll give you whatever you need.”
“I can go.” River’s jaw tenses.
Ambrose’s brow furrows.
“I don’twantto go,” River clarifies. “But this isn’t about me. I wasn’t even supposed to be here tonight.”
If River leaves, I think I’ll cry.
My omega is desperate for him. Every time we work on resisting alpha barks, my restraint frays more.
We both know it.
When he commands me to do something, I want to do it. Not because of the power of his bark, but because he’s the one asking. Because my omega craves submitting to him. He could do anything to me in our practices, and instead of terrifying me, it exhilarates me. I want him to push the boundaries. I want him to take from me.
The fact that he doesn’t, even when it’s clear that his alpha wants it just as bad, is what’s rewriting our relationship.
I trust him now. I see how hard he’s trying, and I don’t want to shut him out or make him grovel anymore.
I just want him.
