Page 29 of Heat Clinic

When she’s settled on the pad, he murmurs soft words of praise to her as he positions her in a traditional omega pose. It’s an antiquated gesture, but it tugs at something inside of me I didn’t know cared about such things.

Sam presses her face flat on the mat, her forehead resting between the diamond her thumbs and forefingers make as she lays her head down on her hands. He strokes her back until her ass rises higher in the air, then uses his foot to kick her knees wider.

A bead of slick drips down her slit, dropping onto the mat and soaking into the fabric.

She seems to enjoy it. Her cunt glistens with unchecked desire as she kneels there and waits for a knot. My knot. Because she is mine. And I am hers.

Tom warned me to restrain myself so I don’t scare her, but I don’t think he expectedthis. I certainly wasn’t. My self-control hangs on by a thread as I soak in the sight of her and burn it into my memory.

“Can I touch her?” I ask.

She makes a needy sound and tilts her hips, pushing her cunt out. “I hope you’ll give her your knot,” Sam says. Emily whines in agreement.

And I don’t need to be told twice. I shrug out of my jacket and fold it, then set it in a chair by the wall. Loosening my tie, I pull it from my neck and add it and my shirt to the pile, followed by my pants and socks and shoes. Each article falls away, shedding a little of my civilized veneer with it. When I turn back around, Sam is watching me shamelessly.

But I suppose he sees a lot of nude alphas in his line of work. What’s one more body? Not that I’ve ever been shy.

I cross to her matt and kneel behind her. She’s trembling. Oh, God, I’ve scared her already. Can’t have that. I lean in close and sniff her, dragging her lemon-sweet pheromones into my sinuses and savoring them. With her lips spread by my hand, her scent thickens in the room. I lick her, drawing my tongue up her slit and gathering up every precious drop of slick from clit to ass.

She moves, pressing into my face as I explore the shape of her inside and out, caressing her clit and plunging into her hole until she’s rocking in time with each thrust. Her orgasm explodes on my tongue, and I suck down each greedy mouthful of her as she gets impossibly wetter.

My omega is so sweet. Delicious. Mine.

My cock pulses, heavy and dripping between my legs. The ache in my balls is unbearable, even though I just emptied them an hour before. She does this to me. She fills me with this undeniable need to rut. Bite. Claim. Breed. I can’t do the last three so I’ll settle for the rutting.

For now.

As the temporary bliss of her orgasm fades, she whines again, begging, only going silent when I palm my cock and rub my flared head across her pussy. I tap it against her clit and watch the way my pre-cum mixes with her wetness. She’s going to smell like me when this is done, just as I’ll smell like her. I’ll coat myself in her sweet lemon perfume and savor it for later with Tom. I’ll fuck her pheromones right into my beautiful beta’s perfect ass.

The first press of my cock inside of her makes me close my eyes and groan, dropping my head back as the alpha rage inside of me settles. It’s like stepping into the eye of a hurricane. Everything goes still and calm, but I know there are whipping winds and rain waiting for me when this delectable moment passes.

I pull back, working my cock into her by one slow press at a time as I force her channel to take me. To stretch and adjust until I’m as deep as I can get, my weeping slit notching up against her cervix as I hit the bottom of her. She swallows me to the root, and we stay like that for a glorious minute as I let her adjust to the sting and the stretch of me.

Her thighs and ass tremble again. I can feel the slight vibration where her rounded globes press against my pelvis. Is it too much? Too large? I’ve never fucked a cunt before last night.

It’s best to let her adjust. To be patient. I reach down and stroke the taut clench of her stretched walls as her pussy grips me, the skin shiny with slick and so very pink. I rub my hands over her, memorizing the softness of her skin, the flare of her full hips, and the nip of her waist. My body covers her, and I’m careful to keep most of my weight off her slight frame as I drag my hands along her belly. Her breasts hang, just full enough to overflow my hands when I cup them. Her nipples are large, and they tighten and firm when I pinch them.

I rub down her sides, my fingers tripping over each rib. And then I curl a hand under and card my fingers through her curls until I find the round nub that makes her hips twitch against me and her channel squeeze with every caress. She whimpers, a beautiful and pitiful sound that makes me want to keep my big body curled around her and protect her from the world as a living shield.

“Alpha,” Sam says. “You can tease her after you’ve knotted her.” He stands over us in his heat minder uniform, his arms crossed as if he’s just a professional. But the tenting of his pants betrays him.

I catch the beta’s eyes as I pull my hips back and drive them forward, thrusting into her all the way. Her ass slaps against my thighs, and her cunt squeezes. It’s like she’s trying to break my cock in half.

“What did I tell you about calling me alpha?”Such a brat. Brats get spankings.

The beta blushes and drops his gaze as I fuck into my omega, holding her by the hips to keep her from sliding away from me on the floor as I rut her good and hard until her slick is running down her thighs and pooling between our knees.

“Aren’t you joining us?” I ask, not liking the way he flinches a little. His crossed arms shift.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want me to. I have to stay for her safety, of course.”

“Would it be a problem if you did?” I ask. Would the clinic mind? Although if he loses his job because I ask him to join us, I’ll just find him another one. A better one. If he even wants to keep working at all.

He shakes his head, then drops his hands to the string at his waistband. He hesitates, then unties it and shoves his pants and underwear down until his cock bobs free.

It’s a beautiful cock. Not too long, but thick. He lacks the breadth and extra veins of an alpha. But all that means is he’s easier to blow.

“Do you fuck men, beta?”

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