Page 82 of Heat Clinic

She sits up, and I let her go, her hair slipping through my fingers. Emily sits beside me on the sofa and stares into the flames. “I never believed in the fated mate stuff like some omegas do. My parents are betas. They fell in love and chose to be together. I thought that’s what it would be like for me too. That I’d have what they had. But all the alphas I ever dated wanted more. They wanted me to feel something I didn’t know how to give them. So they left. And I tried dating a couple of betas for a while but… there was always a fear that eventually I’d meet an alpha and leave them, so they left me first before they could get hurt.”

“Good.”

She turns on the sofa to face me, her eyes wide with surprise as the blanket slips off her shoulders. “What?”

I grab her by the arm to keep her from getting up and drag her closer until she has to either choose to settle on my lap or push off the couch. “I would have waited my whole life to find you, Emily. But I’m glad I didn’t have to. I’m happy that we get to form our pack and make babies and have a whole life together, and it’s fine if you don’t believe in fate because I believe enough for the both of us. You were made for us, and I can’t wait to make you ours because now that I know you, I can’t imagine going back to a life without you.”

Her arms go around my neck as she sits on my thigh, and I loop an arm around her hips to steady her. “Oh, that’s actually very sweet.”

I chuckle, my hand sliding down to cup her ass. “There’s nothing I want to do to you that’s sweet.”

She fists her hands on my shoulders and arches back so she can see me better. “All three of you are huge perverts.” She smiles as she says it.

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.” If she’d only seen some of the outfits Tom’s got bookmarked for her.

She wiggles on my lap, her knee dangerously close to sensitive parts. “I’m pretty sure I got a good idea of it this morning.”

“Oh? What’d you do this morning?”

Her cheeks pinken. “You’ll find out. It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise?” I arch one brow and consider it for all of two seconds before I decide it’s time to play dirty. “Is my pack keeping secrets from their alpha?” My hands drift higher up her back, moving to her ribs. “Do I need to torture it out of you?”

The first barely-there graze on her ribs makes her twitch. The second sets her squirming. When she finally realizes I’m tickling her, it’s too late for her to stop me.

“Stop! St—stop it.” She giggles and shrieks and pants, her hair whipping me in the face as she tries to clamber off and almost falls off my lap. But I keep her where I want her. I keep her safe. By the end, she can barely catch her breath as I stroke my hands over her back, soothing her.

“Are you ready to be a good girl and give into your alpha?” I growl.

Emily rocks against me, her skirt riding up her smooth thighs. She bites her lip and moans, her pupils wide and her eyes dark with pooled desire. It’s amazing what simple little things make my pretty little omega want to submit to me. Grabbing a slim wrist and pinning it to her back makes her breath hitch. A tug on the hair at her nape makes her mouth drop open. A slap to her heart-shaped bottom makes her wiggle. Tickling her until she’s panting leaves her pliant in my arms. Such simple things that trigger this exchange of power between us. A power I’m all too eager to take whenever she’s willing to give it. A power I covet. After all, I’m a greedy bastard and I want all of her. I want everything.

“Only naughty omegas keep secrets from their alphas. You’ve been a bad girl. How are you going to make it up to me?”

She hesitates, then goes for my belt, working it open and undoing the fastener and zipper. I’m hard already as she pulls me free and slides her hand up and down my shaft. Her fingers barely wrap halfway around the thickest part of my girth as she strokes.

I let her take her time, let her explore me and play while I gather up her long hair and bring it to my nose to sniff. So fucking mouthwatering. Her sugary sweet lemon scent is bright and juicy. My teeth ache with the urge to bite into her soft skin. To mark her as mine. Claim her as ours.

Emily teases my crown, dips a fingertip into my slit and smears the pearl of pre-cum already gathering there. When she brings that drop of fluid to her mouth, her little pink tongue darting out to taste it, I can’t hold back my groan. She makes me want to do such filthy things to her.

I pull her higher onto my lap and notch myself into place. With no panties to stop me, there’s nothing keeping me from sinking inside her as I bring her down on my cock and slowly feed it into her. She closes her eyes and moans, throwing her arms around my neck as she helps work herself onto my cock and sinks down until I’m buried deep. I never want to leave. Her tight, wet heat is like a homecoming.

We move together like a wave, her hips rising as she rides my lap and presses her forehead against mine, and I surge into her. It’s a slow, sweet torture, the way her pussy clenches on my cock and she sighs. I capture her mouth with mine and swallow down her little noises and sighs as she grinds. It’s a claiming, both body and soul.Mine, each press of my hips says.I’m yours, her body answers.

She shudders and breaks the kiss to drop her head back, her back arching as she rides my cock and takes her pleasure. I wrap my arms tighter around her waist to keep her there and lean down to kiss and lick her neck. She trusts me enough to let go and let me take her weight.

I curl around her and drag my tongue up the side of her neck, licking over her scent gland and sucking it. Each pull of my mouth makes her pussy quiver. She squeezes me tight when I scratch my teeth over it.

I don’t know who I’m teasing more, her or me.

The urge to bite, to mark and claim, comes from a deep, dark place.

It speaks of possession. Of jealous guarding. Of taking.

And I ignore it, pushing it down, licking and sucking and kissing her instead until she’s ready. She is mine. Ours. And that’s enough for now. She has no chance of escaping us now that we’re inside her heart. Her soul. We are her pack, and she’s our omega, and in her next heat I’m going to bite our claim so deep into her neck that she’ll wear my scars forever.

I nibble at her, choosing the precise area I’ll one day sink my teeth into, and Emily comes undone with a moan and a shudder. Her sweet little pussy squeezes me, tipping me over that edge. Pulsing and groaning against her neck, I empty inside her and fill her to bursting, my knot swelling past the curve of her pubic bone to lock us together as my body practices breeding her.

One day.

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