Chapter 12 #2
Not that she needs to worry, because the pheromone-soaked air that slams into me as I hover in the threshold of the dimly lit room is enough to make me groan.
Camille’s decadent spice and vanilla coffee scent is so thick it makes me lightheaded, and the faint undertone of Jackson’s earl gray is a surprisingly nice compliment to it.
There’s a breathy whine, followed by a low groan, and I peek my head inside the room to see the outline of bodies behind the diaphanous fabric surrounding the giant nest mattress. It looks like Camille is on her hands and knees while Jackson works a toy inside her.
My alpha wants to growl in protest at that, but I keep that contained so I don’t scare her. She doesn’t need a toy. She needs me.
As if she hears my thoughts, Camille whines again. “Please. Please. I need him.”
God, I forgot how sexy her voice is.
I want to rush to her side, but I can’t. An omega’s nest is a sacred space, even if it’s a temporary one set up in a heat clinic.
Jackson looks at me over his shoulder, and while I can’t make out his expression through the fabric, his relief is palpable through the bond.
He turns back to focus on Camille. “I know, gorgeous. He’s here now, but you have to invite him into your nest. Can you do that for me, Cami?
” Jackson’s voice is ragged, but the soothing way he speaks to her makes me proud that he’s pack.
Proud that he’s been doing his best to take care of our omega.
I want to argue with myself that Camille is by no means our omega, but my alpha doesn’t have time for semantics. He’s decided she’s ours and for the time being, fighting that would be pointless.
Camille moans, and I worry she’s too delirious to invite me into her nest. Jackson gives her ass a light swat to focus her, and my alpha tenses until he hears her moan even louder.
I palm my cock over my sweatpants at the sound, as well as the knowledge that she enjoys being spanked. Visions of me bending her over my lap and spanking her for being a naughty omega flood my mind, and it’s all I can do to stay rooted on the spot.
“Come in. Please, Dr. Stills. Ambrose. I need you. Come inside me.”
I almost come in my pants at her request.
Jackson chuckles, his laugh a mix of humor and relief that I can come help him.
I’m at the bed in seconds, pushing back the shimmering drapes to get to the omega begging for me to come inside her. I think she meant come inside her nest, but I’m going to take her at her word as soon as possible.
Lust slams into me at the sight of Camille’s thick ass and thighs jiggling as she works herself on the dildo in Jackson’s hand. Her full tits and belly are displayed beautifully at this angle. Everything about her is so soft and lush.
She cries out as Jackson moves back and pulls the toy out of her, giving me a mouthwatering view of her dripping pink pussy. “No! I need it. Please, I need more.”
Jackson shoots me a weak smile, and I only have a moment to register how exhausted he looks before Camille turns around to look at me.
My breath bursts out of my lungs like she punched me.
My omega. My perfect, beautiful omega.
Camille’s eyes light up, recognition and happiness cutting through the haze of her heat. “You came.”
“Of course I did. I told you if you needed anything, to ask for me.” I didn’t know at the time she’d be asking for me to fuck her through her heat, but that doesn’t matter. I know at the core of my being that I’d do anything to help this omega.
I peel off my shirt, then tug off my pants, too focused on Camille to give a shit that this is the first time Jackson is seeing me naked.
Well, at least until he whistles and looks down at my dick pointedly. “Damn, dude. Guess I know why River likes you so much.” He strokes Camille’s thigh. “Looks like you picked a good one, gorgeous.”
My face heats with a tinge of embarrassment, but that burn morphs to lust when Camille blatantly stares and lets out another needy whine.
Jackson moves out of the way so I can go to Camille, flopping down on the mattress with a tired groan. I note that even wiped out and covered in sweat and slick, he’s still handsome. Not the worst person to spend a heat with.
There’s a sharp pang in my chest as the thought reminds me of who is absent.
River should be here.
I know that’s not possible since he’s a stranger to Camille, and I doubt he would’ve agreed to it anyway, but it feels wrong to be doing this without him.
He’s our lead alpha. He’s the glue that holds us together.
As much as I’m desperate for this omega, even my alpha recognizes that something is off.
I shove the pain away as best I can, comforting myself with the hopeful thought that this doesn’t have to be the only heat we’re together. That surely Camille will see she’s meant for us and will want to meet River. That we’ll all slot together and be the perfect pack I’ve always dreamed of.
“It hurts,” Camille whimpers, snapping my focus back to her.
I tug her into my lap, groaning as her slick pussy slides against my cock, and stroke her hair. “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart.”
She rocks her hips against me and clings to my neck. “Please. Make it feel better. I’m so empty.”
I don’t make her wait, lining my cock up with her entrance and filling her in one thrust.
Her moan makes my blood sing with desire. She’s so wet and hot and heavenly around my cock.
I grit my teeth against the pleasure. I’m not about to come the second I’m inside her, dammit. Not when she needs me so badly.
I soothe a hand down Camille’s back, then grip her luscious ass as I ease her up and down on my cock. She buries her face in my neck, scent marking me and shaking with need.
Her desperation and trust unlock something deep inside me. I cradle her against me as I buck up inside her. “Shh, I’ve got you.”
She shudders as an orgasm washes over her, her channel clenching around me like a fist.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I keep thrusting, knowing she’ll need a whole lot more than that from me.
I press my lips to her hair and let out the words my alpha is begging me to say.
“Let Daddy take care of you.”