Page 13 of Heat Clinic

I lick her neck, smoothing the red mark my blunt teeth have left, and swallow down her faint lemon scent lick by hungry lick.

ChapterFour

EMILY

There’s moreof them in an endless line of alphas. Or maybe they’re coming back for seconds or thirds. I can’t tell anymore. My head is fuzzy with the heat as another alpha runs his hand up my legs, stroking my ankles and calves and then my thighs as he explores me before he ruts me.

That’s nice.

Feels better when they touch me before they fuck me.

It makes me feel less like meat. Like an object to be used for their pleasure as they shove their knot into me and cum, then wander off to repeat the process with another. An omega fleshlight.

Their shoved down jeans and pants rub against my sensitive skin and my inner thighs feel chafed. But the sting and stretch of their knots makes the howling need inside me dull and I find a moment of peace, of utter tranquility, when they knot me and pump me full of cum.

The shape of each one is different. The motions of their fucking too. It satisfies some unnamed, primal urge inside of me I didn’t know was there. It lurks just beneath the surface of my civilized veneer.

No wonder people come here.

Come.

Cum.

I giggle. It’s the heat delirium, I know that. But it amuses me all the same. Sam strokes me, his touch light and teasing one moment, then rough and needy the next. He hasn’t fucked my mouth again, even though I’ve begged. Instead, he tenderly keeps my hair out of my face while the alphas rut me raw.

The alpha.

He snaps his hips to mine in a punishing and brutal intrusion. So thick and deep. Too deep. It’s like he wants to remake me to fit him, but there’s no room to stretch. I whimper as pleasure dulls with the stinging burn.

Fingers slip through my drenched folds and stroke, bringing the pleasure back.

Sam. Oh, Sam. Beautiful, sweet, bratty Sam.

My lovely beta.

I reach for him and tug him down and slant his mouth to mine. He’s surprised, his fingers stilling as he struggles to keep stroking my clit while the alpha fucks me hard. His tongue slides against mine, and I’m lost in pleasure just from that.

Kissing him is divine, and I’m addicted.

Why did I ever tell him no before?

He feels good.

Right.

Like he’s mine.

His lips mold to mine as he kisses me, and his fingers strain to make me come. I’ve lost count of which orgasm it is. Twenty? Thirty?

It hurts.

And it’s wonderful.

The alpha shoves his swelling knot inside of me, forces my body to surrender or tear. He growls, and my omega cunt relaxes as another bead of slick eases the worst of his entrance. The angrier they get, the more pliant I become. A twisted trick of biology and evolution. His cock jumps, each lash of cum against my walls like a hot brand carving me up from the inside out as it paints my cervix white.

I moan into Sam’s mouth and make him swallow my pleasure down as I come, the alpha’s hands stroking my clit as he makes my tired cunt flutter on his knot. Milking him. He grinds us together, the push and pull and tension sucking at the pool of his seed as his cockhead tries to shoot up the neck of my womb.

To breed me.

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