Page 28 of Heat Clinic

I take it and turn it around in my hands. It’s surprisingly light.

“Go ahead and make sure they’re comfortable.”

Lining it up with my teeth takes a second, but they pop on and cling. I run my tongue over it, noticing how much blunter the canines are than before. It’s thin and light, but I can feel it in my mouth. To make sure I can, I close my jaw. I’ve heard the horror stories of alphas fitted with poorly shaped caps, their mouth guard so thick they can’t close their mouths completely. I bite the inside of my lip to test out how much blunter they are. He raises one eyebrow in a silent question.

“You do good work,” I tell him, impressed.

He grunts and gathers up his implements, putting them away and tossing the disposables into the trash. “If you take them off while you’re in this building, they’ll kick you out and ban you from all government-run clinics and centers in the country.” He hands the plaster cast of my teeth to me. “Don’t be stupid.”

“I won’t.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his lined face as he cleans his tray with a disinfectant wipe. As he rubs it down, I see the weathered gold band on his ring finger.

My gut clenches with longing. That’s what I want. A lavish mating ceremony. Two or three kids. A lake house for the summers. My mates surrounding me as we all grow old together.

“Mr. Orello?” Mary says from the doorway. “She’s ready for you if you’re done here.”

As I follow her into the back, going through one locked door and then another, my palms sweat.What if she’s mad at me? I teased her during her heat.Denied her an orgasm because the thought of another alpha touching her, using her, made my vision tunnel.

Mary stops in front of a plain white door and unlocks it with her badge, but steps aside. “Good luck.”

I nod and grab the handle and turn it, letting the door swing open.

My omega’s on a couch, her body stretched out and bare like the subject of a tasteful nude. Her beta lounges behind her, and they’re both propped on a mountain of pillows and surrounded by a riot of different colored and textured blankets as he works one hand between her thighs and presses her face to his with the other. He kisses her like he’s trying to suck her soul out through her mouth while his fingers make wet, sucking sounds as they ply her slick-soaked pussy.

God, she’s fucking beautiful. Gorgeous.There aren’t enough words to describe how she makes me hard, and my teeth ache with just one look at her. And then her pheromones hit me like a brick wall to the face, and I’m lost in her sticky lemon cookie scent.

The door shuts behind me and she breaks the kiss to whine, her hips moving in time with him as he fingerfucks her.

“Alpha,” the beta says as a greeting.

I meet his gaze, noting how he looks me up and down. Sizing me up. Assessing my fitness. My shoulders square on instinct, to prove myself as a healthy, virile mate despite the grays starting at my temples. He wants to know if I’m someone who can protect her. Protect them both.

“Just Marcus is fine… unless we’re fucking.”

“I’m Sam.”

Emily whines, her head lolling and her gaze unfocused as she stares at me from across the room and wiggles on the couch. Sam’s grip on her jaw and his arm banded taut across her front keep her from falling off it. The urge to purr, to soothe her distressed cries, consumes me, and this time I don’t hold back.

I purr.

“And this is Emily. She’s desperate for a knot,” Sam says as he nuzzles his cheek against hers. If he weren’t a beta, he’d be scent marking her right now with the glands in his cheeks. “She hasn’t had a real one since last night. I figured you wouldn’t want any other alphas’ scents on her.”

She’s in pain with her heat this advanced. I don’t know whether to be grateful or mad. Grateful that he thought to protect her and keep her safe for me. Mad that it left her aching and unsatisfied. Maybe I’m a bit of both.

He lets go of her chin and threads his fingers into her hair, squeezing and pulling until her back arches, pushing her gorgeous breasts up in the air. “Baby, it’s time to get on your hands and knees. Are you ready?”

She makes a needy sound, and tries to nod, but his hold on her hair keeps her from moving too much.

I bristle at the sight of his rough treatment of her as he takes his hand out of her cunt and he moves them both off the couch. She sinks to the floor at his feet as he leans over her.

“Careful,” I tell him, threading a hint of an alpha bark into the word as he leads her to a pad on the floor in the center of the room by her hair.

The beta looks at me in surprise, his eyes widening, and then he smiles. It’s such a charming, lopsided smile that’s really more of a smirk.Oh, he’s trouble.And I’m in danger.

“She likes it. I can promise you that,” Sam says. And then he winks at me.

I’m a fucking goner. I love taming brats.

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