Page 80 of Feeling the Heat: Part Two
River smiles and moves to me, reaching down to stroke my spread thighs. I stifle a sob of need at the feel of his fingertips so close to where I need his touch.
He doesn’t give it to me, bypassing my weeping pussy to gather up some of the slick I’ve spilled onto the chair, and bringing it to his cock to coat his length with my essence.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Oh, angel, don’t tell me you’re begging already?” A wicked smile spreads across his lips. “We’ve only just begun.”
My cheeks burn, and I swallow down my whine. “Sorry, sir.”
He didn’t ask me to call him that, but it comes out naturally after hearing Ambrose.
“Get on the floor,” River commands, turning to his mate and pointing in front of my bare legs. As Ambrose goes to obey, River grabs a cushion from the couch and tosses it onto the floor. As if they’ve done this a million times, Ambrose takes the cushion and places it under his knees as he kneels in front of me.
River grips his mate’s hair, barely giving him a moment to process the sting of his harsh grip before shoving his face against the soaked chair. Both Ambrose and I moan at the sudden, indirect contact.
“Present for your alpha,” River rasps. I silently beg for Ambrose to move closer and press his face to my pussy instead of the chair to ease the ache between my thighs, but Ambrose has clearly been trained not to act without permission.
My blood sings with need as Ambrose sends his hips back,thighs spreading and ass raising as high into the air as he can while still having his cheek against the chair.
A rumbling purr spills from River as he assesses the two of us. Without warning, he slides his fingers from where they’re tangled in his mate’s cropped hair up to my pussy. The moan I release is obscene, even though all he does is gather up more of my slick before moving his hand away.
River goes to his knees behind Ambrose and uses his glistening fingers to probe the alpha’s hole. Ambrose groans, low and desperate, and I can almost feel the vibration of it against my clit.
“Do you want his mouth on you, angel?” River asks as he presses two long fingers inside his mate while holding my gaze.
“Y–yes,” I whimper.
He likes that answer, and I wonder if I’ve made a mistake when something dark flares in his eyes. “If I give you my toy’s mouth, you’re only allowed to come if I give you permission.”
It’s a test. One I think we’re both certain I’ll fail if I agree.
“Yes, sir.”
The smile on his face spells my doom, and it’s frightening how much that turns me on.
“Go on, then.”
Ambrose immediately brings his mouth between my thighs, his tongue lapping at me with a desperate hunger, like he might be able to get off on the taste of me alone.
My eyes widen in alarm as pleasure spikes inside me, and the returning smirk from River as I meet his gaze has me gasping.
He doesn’t give Ambrose long to adjust before he’s notching his slick-coated cock against the alpha’s hole and sinking inside.
My mouth falls open as I stare at where they’re joined.Ambrose moans and grunts against my pussy, and fuck, I’m not going to be able to hold out at this rate.
River sets an even pace, working his hips in deep, jarring thrusts that have Ambrose’s nose bumping against my clit. A tattooed hand grips Ambrose’s hip, and River releases a deep groan. “This is what you’re good for, toy. Taking my cock in your greedy hole and drinking our omega’s slick like you’re dying of thirst. Such a slutty little alpha.”
Ambrose’s reply is muffled against me, but it’s clear he’s losing it.
It’s too much. My breaths turn into continuous whines as I fight my orgasm. “I’m going to come. Please.”
Ambrose goes to ease off, but River growls. “Did I tell you to stop?”
The older alpha lets out a helpless moan and renews his efforts.
River’s eyes lock on mine as he starts to slam into Ambrose. “Don’t even think about it, omega.”
“I-I… fuck, sir, I’m sorry, Ican’t.” My legs shake. My pussy demands to be filled as pleasure climbs higher and higher. I beg River with my eyes to take mercy on me.
