Page 79 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
“Good girl.”
Two words that set me alight. I’d do anything to hear them again.
My rapidly waning rational side knows I’m the one that’s still in control. I can stop at any moment, and I hold the power because these alphas want to prove to me how much I fit with them.
River turns back to face Ambrose. He closes the distance between them, reaching down to grip the seated alpha’s hair and yank his head back so their eyes meet. The need in his eyes and the way Ambrose’s throat bobs as he gazes up at his mate is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
River’s grip releases, and he takes a step back, surveying Ambrose. “Why are you still dressed?”
“Sorry, sir.” Ambrose’s fingers fumble to undo hisbelt as he hurries to take his clothes off. He shoves his pants and underwear down unceremoniously, then tugs his shirt off over his head and sets it to the side.
When he’s as naked as I am, Ambrose sits on the edge of the couch, chest heaving with anticipation, and hands gripping his thighs to keep from touching his ruddy, weeping cock that’s jutting upward toward his alpha.
“What should I do with you?” River purrs, stepping back in to thumb Ambrose’s lower lip and tug it down.
The way Ambrose’s eyelashes flutter and his mouth falls open makes my clit throb and slick drip onto the chair.
“Anything you want, sir,” Ambrose murmurs, his eyes on River filled with adoration.
“That’s right.” River smiles, the expression slightly cruel. “I can do anything I want with you, because you’re my toy. Holes for me to fill however I like.”
Holy shit. More slick pools underneath me and I can’t stifle the small gasp that escapes.
“Mmm, our omega likes the sound of that. She wants to see how much of a slut you are for me.” River’s hand trails down Ambrose’s throat, heading south over the thick expanse of his chest and stomach until…
“Ungf.” Ambrose’s unintelligible noise when River grips his balls and squeezes has my breath quickening. “Please, sir. I want her to see.”
River lets out a dark chuckle. “I bet you do.” I watch with bated breath as he slides his hand up and wraps his fingers around Ambrose’s knot, squeezing hard enough that his knuckles blanch.
“Shit.” Ambrose grunts, pre-cum sliding down his length.
I grip the arms of the chair so I won’t slip my hands between my thighs at the sight. I want to be as good for him asAmbrose is, but it’s hard when the heat spike is sizzling through me and their scents are so thick in the air.
River releases Ambrose’s cock and steps back, hands going to his belt. “We don’t have time to drag this out right now. Our omega is too needy. But next time… I’m going to ruin you.”
“Yes, sir,” Ambrose gasps.
My heart leaps up into my throat as River turns his attention to me. He licks his lips, nostrils flaring at my perfume and the mess I’m making on the chair. “Do you like verbal degradation?”
The casual question in the middle of things takes me aback. “Huh?”
“My toy loves it. Can’t get enough, really. But I want to make sure you’re good with it, too, before we continue. Don’t want to cross any lines.” River’s lips upturn into a slightly sheepish smile. A hint of his concern and nerves showing through beneath his alpha.
“I’ve never really tried it before, but yeah.” The thought of River talking to me the same way he’s been talking to Ambrose is more than okay with me.
River’s dominance slides back into place seamlessly as a heat flares in his eyes. “Tell me if that changes.”
I nod, my body thrumming with anticipation for what he’s going to do next. Wondering what he needed to check in with me about before saying.
He must enjoy making us wait, because River takes his time undressing. Revealing portions of his lithe, tattooed body piece by piece in methodical, unhurried motions. I’m practically salivating by the time he’s naked, and Ambrose isn’t faring any better.
I’ve seen River naked before, but he was still covered by the shroud of his shame and worries. Now he’s completely bare, and it’s almost too stunning to look at.
“Hmm,” he gives his cock a lazy stroke as he looks between us. “Both of you are so needy. My perfect little sluts eager to be bred.”
Oh fuck. My omega practically keens in agreement.
“Yes,” I whisper.
