Page 7 of Heat Clinic

“Such a pretty ass. I can’t wait to see it all pink.” He spanks me again, the pain sharp and immediate, and then there’s the warm, throbbing glow that follows. “You remember your safe word, right, baby?”

Red.The traffic light system is common and easy, even in the haze of a heat. “Yes.”

Sam palms the globes of my panty-covered ass and squeezes, kneading them. “What is it? I want to hear you say it, so I know for sure.”

“It’s red.”

My reward is another spank, a harder one that makes me suck in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut tight. Oh, fuck. He hits me again, five swats in rapid succession that leave me breathless and panting, my hips bucking into his grasp as he rubs the sting out.

His thumb grazes my cloth-covered mound, the slick-soaked fabric making a squelching sound that’s deafening in the quiet room. “You’re so wet, baby. Did you like that?”

I bite my lip and nod, squeaking when he rubs his thumb up and down my slit. God, I want him to tug that fabric aside. To stick his finger between my lips and spread that wetness around until he finds my clit and strokes it. I want him to spank me so hard I feel it for hours.

“So wet, baby. I should check to be certain. To make sure you’re good and ready for all those alphas who are gonna fuck you. Knot you.” He hooks a finger in my soaked panties and tugs, the fabric pulling at the top of my mound as he drags it aside and strokes me for real.

“Such a cute little pink pussy. I don’t know what I like more, your ass or this pussy.” He teases my seam and spreads my moisture around, then dips a finger into my channel.

The sheets twist as I clench them in my hands while he invades me with one finger and then a second, his fingers fucking into me with a wet sound as he thrusts. It doesn’t take much for my pleasure to swell, for the familiar tension to coil and pull taut as he fingers me until a fresh gush of slick soaks his hand and I’m whining.

“Are you gonna come, baby?”

“Y-yes,” I pant, my brow scrunched as I hold my breath and wait, balanced on the knife edge of an orgasm that my body craves more than air.

“That’s good, baby. So good. Such a good girl, coming from just my fingers. I’m going to add a third one now.”

My entrance stretches as he adds another finger. My drenched panties tug against my clit with every grind and thrust of my hips as I hump the mattress while my beta attendant fingerfucks me. The world narrows to the point of need between my thighs as my orgasm hits me and leaves me panting.

Sam slows his thrusting as his fingers lazily cant in and out of me. And then he spreads them, stretching my walls until they burn. Without an alpha’s purr to soothe the sting, it hurts a little.

“Still too tight,” he murmurs, his other hand stroking my back.

I know what he’s doing. He’s readying me for the blissful agony of my heat’s first knot. Normally, I do it myself with a knotting dildo before the alpha I matched with arrives. With one press of the button, a toy can simulate what my body craves. What it needs.

He lifts off me, and I miss the weight of him once it’s gone. “Roll onto your back, baby. We need to get you ready. Your first session’s in an hour.”

My throat bobs with a swallow as I go onto my back. An hour. That’s not very long. “It is?”

Sam grabs my bra and slides it off me, his mouth going slack as my breasts spill out of it. “I take it back. I don’t know what I like more—your round ass, your pink pussy, or these beautiful tits. Hold them for me. I want to see what they look like pressed together.”

I do it. I press my breasts together and enjoy the way he looks at me. It’s ravenous.

He grins that lopsided smile and hooks his fingers into my panties. I lift so he can pull them off me and unhook my legs from them. Now that they’re gone, my slick creeps down my inner thighs, and it won’t be long before it’s puddled underneath me, the blankets of my nest soaked with them and loaded with my pheromones and the sweetness unique to an omega’s heat.

When I move to drop my legs, he grabs me by the ankles and bends me, then spreads them wider as his hungry gaze devours me completely. I’m still holding my breasts and blushing as he looks up at me and smiles with a wolfish grin.

“I can’t wait to see this pretty pussy dripping with cum.”

“It doesn’t, umm, bother you?” Some betas are insecure, as if being an alpha or an omega and having to deal with the inconvenience of ruts and heats is something to covet.

Surprise makes him raise his brows until they’re swallowed by his shaggy blond hair. “No. Why would it? It means I get to lick it out of your cunt.”

“Sam!” I try to snap my legs closed because nobody has ever said anything like that to me before and I don’t know how to handle it.

“Emily!” He grins as he mocks me, then shoves my knees apart and falls on me like a starving man. Sam presses a kiss to the down of hair that covers my mound. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

He licks me, his tongue slicking up through my folds as he works it between my labia until he’s found my clit.

I let go of my breasts and grab at the bed, my nails digging into my nest as he eats me out like his life depends on it. My back arches as my hips snap up to grind against his mouth. As if there’s any danger of him stopping when he tongues my hood off my clit and sucks at it.

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