Page 99 of Heat Clinic

“Alpha,” I wine, batting as the arm locked firmly under my breasts tenses. I try to roll my hips, to work my cunt onto him, but the angle’s impossible. There’s no traction, no friction, unless he gives it to me. And he seems keener on teasing me than pleasing me.

“Yes, omega?”

Tom’s shutter snaps as he moves about the nest while Sam lounges in front of us, his hand alternating between tugging his cock or teasing my slicked up thighs.

“Please,” I whine, begging. The plug shifts in my ass with each wiggling movement as I try to slide up and down his buried cock. My belly cramps, and more slick runs down his length. Tom leans in low and bends over Sam to take a closeup shot.

“Please… what?”

I growl, a low, threatening noise that sets him laughing. It’s a good thing he’s got me trapped against his front because his laughing makes me want to bite him. I sink my nails into his banding forearm and dig.

He bounces me on his cock, heedless of the crescent moons I’m digging into his skin as he jerks me up and down, using me for his own pleasure as he edges me once more until my teeth ache for his blood.

“Is this what you want, baby?” Sam rubs his thumb through my lips and finds my clit, stroking it and rubbing it in circles, and I go limp, letting my head fall back onto my alpha’s shoulder.

“There you go, good girl,” Marcus says. He lifts me up and drops me down, working me on his shaft while Sam brings me once more to that familiar ledge. Warmth unfurls in my chest as I go limp and they let me rise higher. Higher still. Everything pulls taut, and I hold my breath as all of my focus narrows. Is this what they wanted? My absolute surrender? For me to go limp like a rag doll as they use me? Rutting me like I’m their fuck toy?

Marcus’s head dips down between my neck and shoulder. His hand settles between my breasts, over my heart. He nuzzles me with his nose, inhaling deeply and rumbling with that purr that makes my toes curl. He presses a kiss to my scent gland, licks it, then sucks it into his mouth. His canines scrape over the skin, and everything snaps taut as I come with a moan, my walls fluttering on his cock.

He bites, and agony rips through me. Teeth cut, pain mingling with pleasure as my pussy squeezes his buried cock and his teeth scissor down deep, biting his bond into me until something in my chest cracks and he sneaks in, his soul melding with mine. Beyond the blunt intrusion of him, I feel the whisper of Sam and Tom as well.

And then it’s nothing but pleasure. Marcus’s pleasure. His feelings, his elation and triumph. Those foreign feelings flood me and drown me, and I come again, but it’s not my release I’m feeling. It’s his. His knot swells inside me, and I sense it through our new bond. His cock jerks, pumping seed deep, and a wash of euphoria floods the both of us as he ties me to him, his teeth still buried in my neck as deeply as his cock is locked in my cunt.

Sam reaches up and rubs Marcus’s cockhead through my belly, and I stretch and stretch and stretch as Marcus fills me to bursting and pulls his teeth from my skin. He laps at my neck, his wide tongue licking up the blood and pheromones in equal measure. My pussy squeezes his fat knot, pulling the dregs of seed from his balls, and the only reason I’m still upright is because he keeps me hauled against his chest. Marcus’s rumbling purr and feelings of primal satisfaction drown out my own quieter thoughts and emotions.

“Fuck, baby. That was hot,” Sam whispers.

Sam teases me, his fingers occasionally brushing against my overly sensitive clit as he explores our tie, feeling the way my pussy stretches thin around that knot that locks us together. I twitch and groan and try to move away, to beg him to stop, but I’m trapped and too heat drunk to find my words.

Sheer pleasure purrs through my soul, and it’s foreign. It’s my alpha’s. And it’s mine. Because we’re bonded and I’m his. Theirs.

My eyes slide shut as I struggle to process it, to come to terms with all these feelings in my chest as Marcus laps at the bite mark, cleaning the wound and keeping it from clotting so it scars deeper. So it’s permanent. A tongue on my breast makes me jerk back to awareness.

Tom’s set his camera down, and he’s leaning over Sam again, his tongue dragging up my breast as he licks at the droplet of blood that rolled down my front. Marcus purrs, satisfied and proud within our bond.

“Fuck yeah. Let’s all lick her.” Sam wiggles into place between my thighs, his head tipped back.

He licks the slick from my lips and runs his tongue up through my folds, swiping me from clit to knot. He licks at our tie, and I clamp down, squeezing one last shot of semen from Marcus as Sam tongues me to orgasm. With Marcus at my throat and Tom at my breast and Sam between my thighs and the mating bond ripped into my heart, there’s not an inch of me that isn’t reeling with sensation.

The room spins, and the next thing I know I’m opening my eyes to the light-strewn canopy. Marcus cuddles me against him, his enormous body curled around me, and Sam and Tom are playing. Sam sucks Tom’s cock while Tom takes photos, his camera shutter snapping as he photographs the blowjob.

Such perverts. I smile, and Marcus’s hand stops stroking my hair. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

He already knows the answer. He can feel it through our bond, but I like that he asks me. Now that the worst of the first heat wave has passed, my brain can string more than four words together.

“Like I got fucked unconscious.” I roll onto my side and throw my leg over his and run my hand through his chest hair, stopping when I see the ring on my fourth finger. It glints in the light, the large oval diamond glittering with the smaller ones that halo it. The band is rose gold, the prongs white. Or maybe platinum. It’s heavy, the center stone nearly the width of my finger. “What is this?”

“Your mating day present. Do you like it?”

My throat is thick with emotion. He remembered. I told him my parents were betas, and he remembered and bought me a ring. It’s exactly like the kind that betas exchange when they get married. “It’s beautiful.” Everything blurs as my eyes fill with tears. It’s so sweet. So thoughtful. Completely unnecessary by alpha and omega standards, but deeply appreciated all the same. He kisses the top of my head, and that’s all it takes for the damn to break and for me to sob as wetness coats my cheeks.

Sam and Tom look up from their antics. Marcus hauls me up onto his chest so I’m lying on top of him and his hands skim all over my back.

I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face in his throat, breathing in his spice and sweetness scent. He purrs and strokes me, the others joining us as they pet me while I cry. I wipe my hand across my face, knowing that I’m being ridiculous but not knowing how to stop.

“I just… I love you guys so much.” I drag in a shaky breath and fight past these tears that choke me.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Marcus says, his purr rumbling like a Mack truck. He cups my face in his hands and pulls me in for a kiss.

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