Page 8 of Heat Clinic

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh, God, Sam. That’s… There. Yes, right there. I’m going to…”

My orgasm leaves me shaking as I come, my walls fluttering to squeeze a nonexistent knot while slick squirts out of me, leaving Sam sticky and smiling. He looks up at me with hungry eyes as he licks his lips clean.

He presses a kiss to my mound again, then another to my thigh, and then he bites me. It’s a quick nip that makes me twitch and gasp, and then he soothes it by sucking. Each tug travels straight to my clit. I just came, but I’m ready again.

Sam straightens up and uses the back of his hand to wipe my slick from his face, and then he drops over me and stares into my eyes. He’s so close that we’re almost kissing, and suddenly that’s exactly what I want. I arch my neck and nearly close the gap, and wait, asking permission.

He leans down and closes the gap, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth like it just did to my cunt. When I let my mouth fall open, he’s there, invading it until our tongues are tangled. His kisses leave me breathless and wanting again, my need already rising once more in the exhausting clamor of want-want-want of a heat.

Our kiss breaks, and I smile at the sweetness of it.

“You’ll want to shower first,” he says.

Right.

“What about, umm, you?” I can see the outline of his erection through his scrub pants.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. I’m fine. This is for you, remember?”

In the thick of it, I’ve allowed myself to forget why I’m here. For alphas and their knots. Not a cocky beta with a lopsided grin and great arms who eats pussy like he’s starving. “Right. I’ll just, uh…”

As I lean forward to get up, Sam gets off me. I glance at him once more while I try to figure out if he’s really not jealous of the idea of me getting railed by a room full of alphas. My ankle rolls and I stumble, catching myself against the wall. Embarrassed, I hide in the bathroom and shut the door with more force than necessary.

My hair is a rat’s nest, and now that I’m vertical my thighs are coated in a thick layer of sticky slick. Yikes. No wonder he told me to shower. I’m already such a mess, and it’s about to get worse. That thought makes my heart race with a mix of anticipation, dread, and yearning that leaves me confused.

It’s not like you’re the first. Plenty of people use the free clinic.

I take a deep breath and start the shower.

ChapterThree

SAM

The bathroom door opens,and the steam from her shower escapes into the bedroom as Emily steps out, a towel clutched tightly around her body and her gaze shifting about the room. Her skin is flushed and pink from both the shower as well as her heat, her wet hair stuck to her shoulders and neck.

“I’m all done.” She stares at the floor, her toes dug into the plush carpet.

Well, that won’t do. Her first session is in twenty minutes, and she’s still too self-conscious to enjoy it the way she should. The way I know she can. I have a sixth sense about these sorts of things—that’s why I picked her when we were making assignments. With one look, I knew she was mine.

This is an omega who longs for all the things she wants, that her body craves, but tries to deny.

I slide off the bed and close the distance between us, cup the back of her head, and pull her up into a kiss until she’s gone soft and languid again. She stops clutching her towel, her hand splayed on my chest instead as she fists my shirt and pulls me in deeper.

Oh, yes. That’s good. That’s what she needs.

I fuck her mouth with my tongue like I fucked her pussy. The taste of her sweet slick is still on my tongue. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it. The urge to ruck the towel up and sink my fingers into her, then lick them clean, is there, but there’s no time. I want to get her settled in well before the alphas come into the room. She’s already nervous enough.

She moans into my mouth, and I swallow down the sound, my fingers tightening in her hair. Emily squeaks, her back arching, so her hips rub against my front. My cock twitches in my pants. It’s eager to feel the heat of her, to sink into her soft omega body and fuck her until we’re both sated.

Not yet.

Squeezing, I tug harder on her hair, pulling her head back as I crash my mouth down on hers and take control of the kiss. She straddles my thigh and rubs herself against me in a way I know will leave my pants stained with her arousal.

That’s the key.

And now she’s ready.

I hold her still as I lean back and give her lower lip a nip. “Drop the towel.”

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