Page 101 of Heat Clinic

When they’ve both pulled free, Marcus grabs my hips and bucks up into me, hitting my cervix and shoving around it as he hollows me out, my full belly sloshing with all of them. He ruts me, and it doesn’t matter that he’s the one underneath me. There’s not even the illusion of me being in control here just because I’m on top. I hold on through this ride as he buries himself to the root and makes my belly bulge with every pounding thrust.

I work a hand between us to stroke my clit, to find my pleasure, but Marcus grabs it and hauls it to the small of my back. He pins it there, his grip strong and unwavering. Controlling.

“No.” His voice is deep and dark, nearly a growl. “You don’t come until I’ve knotted you.”

A shiver rolls through me, and my clit throbs from where it rubs against him as he fucks me. I tilt my pelvis, letting him hit that spot over and over again. Need tightens in my core, turning my insides liquid gold. All I can think about is coming, finding that release that makes the heat stop crushing me from every direction. My toes curl, the hand pinned to my back squeezing into a fist as I balance on that edge.

Tom chuckles, and I know I’m caught, but I’m almost there. Just a few more thrusts. A few more rubs against his pelvic bone and he can knot me as many times as he wants.

Marcus stops. Just stops completely, his hard dick sitting in my entrance as he waits. His message is obvious. He is the one in control here, and he can be patient or he can be cruel.

I moan in stuttered agony as my orgasm stalls out.I was so close!Why is it right for them to use me like a toy? To stuff all my holes full and leave me still wanting? If he knew how much it hurt… How agonizing it was… Can’t he feel through the bond how much these denials pain me?

I struggle against him, trying to sit up so I can ride him, but all that earns me is my other arm being pinned behind my back to join the first. Marcus chuckles when I let out an annoyed whine.

If he only knew…

But why shouldn’t he?

I go still, dropping my head to his neck. I slide my nose across the stretch of skin there and find the source of his scent. Creamy, spicy sweetness. I lick his scent gland, enjoying the way he moans and his cock twitches inside me.

“It’s cute watching her struggle for dominance. Like watching a hamster try to fight a bear,” Tom says.

Hamster?

I suck Marcus’s scent gland into my mouth and graze him with my teeth. My canines aren’t as sharp as an alpha’s. They’re not as long and pointed. But they’re less blunt than a beta’s.

Don’t they know even hamsters can bite?

Before they know what I’m really doing, I’ve already broken skin. I bite down hard, savoring the way Marcus gasps underneath me. I clamp my jaw down tight, scissoring deeper. His cock twitches inside me.

“Fuck!” Marcus curses. The cords of his neck pull taut, and I tighten my jaw to pin him there, to keep him under me.

“Oh, shit. Quick, give me my camera.”

“Daaaamn, baby.”

The shutter snaps as I gnash my jaw, cutting deeper. Blood wells in my mouth, the coppery tang of it spiced with sweet pheromones that make me groan as I try to lick it all up without letting him go. I won’t let him go. He’s mine. They all are. And it’s time they know exactly what they do to me when they tease me like this.

The bond rips again, but this time it’s me worming my way into Marcus. I sink deep inside him, curling up in his heart. His soul. Inside him, I can feel the others even stronger than before. The imprint of them sharpens, getting clearer. They wrap around me like one of my fluffy blankets. Their surprise, their shock, their amusement, I feel all of it. They watch me claim my alpha, my big beautiful brute, and mark him as mine.

Mine.

My jaw cramps, but I ignore it. I bite my claim deeper around his scent gland until the slick taste of spicy chai and blood flood my mouth.

Marcus lets go of my wrists and cups my head, the gesture gentle as he urges me to bite deeper still. To mark my claim for good so there’s no chance of it fading as it heals. His fingers tangle in my hair as I ignore the ache in my jaw and rip. There’s nothing delicate about it. There is no gentle breaking of skin with long, sharp canines made for just that purpose. This is grinding teeth and instinct. Instead of pulling me off him, he cups me gently and pulls me deeper.

Marcus grunts. My teeth carve deeper.

When I’m certain it’s taken root, I release his scent gland and lick it clean, purring as I lap up his pheromone-soaked blood. I grind and rub against him, the friction on my clit making the crushing pain and need of my heat ease as pleasure chases it away like light cutting through a fog. The agony lessens a little.

“I’m sorry,” he says, still stroking my hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know, but now I do. Take, and I’ll give.”

Satisfied, I sit up, and he lets me. I roll my hips and work myself on his cock. The angle lets him hit a spot inside me that makes my toes curl, and I don’t even need to touch my clit to come as I ride him, using him to quench my raging desire. I put my hands on his chest to get leverage, and my bonding ring glints in the twinkle light. Warmth and love make my belly flip flop, and I drop my head back as my pleasure builds. It winds tight, and everything is right again.

He grabs me by the hips and rolls up into me, and we find our rhythm until we both come, fluttering and pumping, and his knot swells inside me. It stretches me wide and plugs up my hole, trapping his cum deep inside me where it belongs.

I collapse against his chest and duck my head to his throat to lick at his mating bite, licking up the trails of blood that have rolled down his front. We’re both purring by the time his knot shrinks and cum and slick slide out of me, soaking into the bedding underneath us. Someone throws a blanket over the both of us, and I sigh, content. At least for a few hours.

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