Page 41 of Heat Clinic

The first taste of the beta’s salty shortbread cookie pre-cum makes me groan as he feeds his cock into my mouth and glides in and out between my lips. I suck and learn the shape of him, my tongue tracing the crenelation of his domed head and the veins that jut out on his shaft. He’s slimmer and longer, his cockhead more tapered.

Marcus ruts me harder, his balls slapping against my slick-coated ass while he pounds me as if the sight of me sucking on his beta’s cock turns him on even more.

“Aren’t you joining?” Marcus asks again, biting out his words between low growls.

Fabric rustles, and then there’s more slapping noises as Sam jerks his cock until he’s plumped. I pull off Tom’s cock and turn my head, sucking Sam down until we find a rhythm together and I move between the both of them, both of their flavors melding on my tongue as I lap at them hungrily. It’s like someone dipped a buttery shortbread cookie in orange ice cream and I want more of it.

All of it.

“Oh, fuck me, that’s good,” Tom says, shoving his cock to the back of my throat until I can’t breathe and my eyes sting with gathered tears. I’m so full, so stretched and used, as they take their pleasure from me.

Sam undoes the binding on my wrists and guides my hand to his cock. I stroke and tug, moaning when Tom lets me up for air by rubbing his head along my lips, smearing his fluids down my chin and making a mess of me.

A hand slips between my thighs and strokes my clit and I don’t know whose hand it is, who is touching me when they’re all touching me. All I know is pleasure. They rub circles around my nub, my walls squeezing and pulling a moan from my alpha as he fucks me raw, his huge cock splitting me in two with every hard push and sucking pull.

Someone presses on the bulge he makes in my belly while another rolls my clit in faster, harder circles, and I can’t take it. I come, screaming, my thighs shaking in the padded stirrups. The leather creaks as I thrash against it. My alpha fucks me through each shattering spasm, merciless and demanding. There’s no stopping, no pausing, no break from the sensations.

Weak, I collapse against the cushioned chair and whimper. A cock presses to my lips, and I open. They fuck me from both ends, another cock rubbing against my cheek as the betas take turns again, their cocks bumping as they compete for my mouth.

“That’s so hot, babe,” Marcus says, his hips rolling. The wet sounds of our fucking fill the room with filthy noises. “You’re being such a good omega, taking all of us like that.”

“Such a good cocksucker,” Sam agrees, sliding his head through my lips.

“I think she’s earned her knot,” Marcus says.

Yes! Yes yes yes!

Slick squirts from me as he carves a home for himself in my cunt, his hard breathing filling the room while his cock jumps inside of me. At the first pulse of his release, I feel his knot swell. It stretches me wide in blissful agony. His splashes brand me from the inside out, painting my walls with the cum my body craves and locking it in. No competitor will pull him aside and plant their seed instead. We’re tied.

Sam explores our tie, feeling how stretched I am around the alpha's huge knot, how hot and wet my folds are. He strokes my clit just how I like it. He’s learned exactly how to touch me. Stuffed full and satisfied, he rubs me to orgasm until my tired cunt gives one last weak flutter around Marcus’s knot.

Marcus purrs, the diesel truck sound making me calm and pleased. I have a belly full of cum and my pack is surrounding me. Everything is wonderful.

But they’re not done fucking me. I’m only given a brief reprieve to enjoy our combined pleasure and then Tom cups my face and bobs me up and down on his length, his cock hitting the back of my throat before retreating as I struggle to breathe and suck him too.

His groan warns me it’s coming only a second before he explodes in my mouth, filling my belly with his seed. I swallow, drinking him down and humming happily around him as I clean him with my tongue and gather up every single drop.

Don’t waste it.

Beta cum isn’t as nutritious as a rutting alpha's spending, but it’s still full of protein. Semen splatters between my breasts, hot against my feverish skin, as Sam comes while standing over me. He shakes out every last drop until I’m covered, then leans against the padded chair.

“Don’t waste it, luv,” Tom says as if he can read my thoughts, scooping two long fingers through the mess on my chest and shoving it between my lips. I suck them clean, laving them with my tongue. He repeats it twice, scraping the cum up and feeding it to me.

My belly’s full in the best way, my cunt no longer cramping, and I purr while I lick his hand clean. The endless, crushing hunger of the heat eases.

For now.

Marcus’s knot softens, and he tugs himself free, our fluids dripping all over the floor as it runs down my ass and makes me shiver.

Tom makes a tutting sound and reaches between my lower lips, scooping out seed and slick. “Stop wasting it, luv. It’s delicious.”

He shoves his slick-coated fingers in my mouth, and then my cunt. I suck his fingers clean each time. Sam undoes my restraints and rubs the circulation back into my joints, and then Marcus steps in and lifts me from the padded chair. I’ve already built the nest to prepare for this wave, so he sets me in the center and climbs inside. He’s more careful than Sam, who knocked it down twice earlier.

I purr, and Marcus purrs back, his sound a deeper rumble that makes me calm. It feels like curling up in front of a warm fire with a cozy blanket and a chill breeze blowing through the cracked window while you read a good book and sip on hot cocoa.

He’s a furnace, but I sigh in contentment when he pulls me onto his chest. I twirl my fingers in his chest hair. His creamy, spicy scent is even stronger now than before, and I drink it in and rub my cheek against his skin.

“Emily, can the betas join us in the nest?” he asks.

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