Page 15 of Heat Clinic

Sam joins us, playing with my breasts and teasing my nipples into stiff peaks as he presses a kiss to the pulse point of my throat. I arch into his touch, greedy for each gentle stroke and hard pinch or slap. All of it feels good now.

Everything becomes perfect as the alpha builds up a steady flow, each thrust getting a little faster and deeper as he hits my cervix and my belly bulges. It’s mesmerizing to watch. He buries himself and grinds against me until I clench tight around him. My body wants to keep him there, buried deep and locked up tight in my cunt as he fills my womb with his seed. It needs to grind on his knot and squeeze out every last drop.

His pace quickens as if he can read my thoughts. I meet each thrust, moving with him and taking him deeper as I watch his cock spear me like a hot brand that leaves me molten with desire.

“I know how much you like that, baby,” Sam whispers. “How much you like having that cock so deep. What a good girl you are. Such a pretty omega taking that big alpha cock. You’re gonna milk that knot so good.”

Sam is far too coherent from his sprawl on the platform next to me. He needs to feel how good this is too. I twist and grab for the ties on his pants, taking him by surprise. It’s only because he’s done such a sloppy job retying it that I’m able to work the knot free. I reach in and palm his dick, feeling it pulse in my hand.

It’s wet. His cock’s been leaking a steady bead of pre-cum this whole time, and he must be wearing special absorbent underwear like I do when I have my heat. He makes a token protest that he’s fine but gives in quickly as I lap the fat droplet welling on his leaking slit.

“Oh, fuck, baby, your tongue feels so good.”

That’s all the permission I need as I wrap my lips around him and hollow out my cheeks and suck. Sam arches, his hips surging forward as he pumps into my mouth and spits out a stream of nonsense under his breath.

He likes to talk.

I like to make him forget how to talk.

The alpha slows his pace, pausing on each surge to grind against my clit as if he’s buying time to let Sam catch up. He has to scent us and know what we’re doing, has to smell this beta dripping pre-cum down my throat as I hold my breath and take him to the back of my throat until Sam’s chatter turns to groans.

“God damn, that’s hot,” the alpha rumbles, his voice deep and gravelly.

The sound of it makes my toes curl and my pussy clench tight. This alpha leans against the barrier that divides us, his huge body blocking out the light and the crowded room behind him as he fucks into me with a roll of his hips that hits a sweet spot inside me and makes me moan around Sam’s cock.

“God damn,” Sam agrees.

I contort my body so I can grab the base of Sam’s cock and squeeze. My tongue laps at his tip while I suck, my lips tight around his corona. The oranges and cream taste of him makes me ravenous. It makes me wonder what it would taste like mixed with chai. The thought of taking both men into my mouth one at a time, their beautiful cocks pressed together as I drag my tongue across both weeping tips, has me moaning around Sam’s cockhead.

Sam’s head bangs back against the wall behind him as he tries to stall his thrusting and fails. He fucks my mouth, my hand on his shaft stopping him from going too deep as he pushes in and forces me to take him.

“I’m gonna teach you how to swallow cock, baby. You’re gonna be so good at it.”

The alpha grunts as if in agreement, his hips jerking as he struggles to maintain his steady pace. I don’t want it steady. I don’t want it slow and tender anymore. I want them to fuck me, to spear me from two ends and pump me full of cum. I want this alpha to flood my womb and this beta to fill my belly until I’m spent and satisfied.

The restraints make it impossible. They stifle me and keep me from wrapping my legs around this alpha and locking him deep in my cunt where he belongs. I growl my frustration around Sam’s cock.

“You want it rough, baby? Is that what my pretty omega needs?” Sam asks.

He leans over me and pulls the hair out of my face, then cups my cheek. And then his hips surge as he presses deeper into my mouth. His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag on it, my fingers useless to stop him as he fucks my face.

I’m along for the ride, my breathing at his mercy as he stuffs my mouth full of his prick, his head leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that I have to swallow constantly. Everything is a mess. My eyes leak and my nose runs as he stops letting me pretend that I’m the one in charge here and takes what he wants. Just like the alphas have taken what they want. I’m tied up, trussed like an offering, my cunt on display for easy access as they rut me one by one.

Sam lets go of my face and brings a hand down on my breast, slapping it right on the nipple. The pain is instantaneous, the throbbing in my clit a direct result. The alpha growls with displeasure until he feels how soaked I am. Growls taper off to a low rumble that has my toes curling and my thighs tense.

“You like that, baby?” Sam asks.

I can’t speak with his cock in my mouth, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. The sounds he fucks out of me are obscene.

Filthy and depraved.

He loves it as much as I do.

One eyebrow arches as his smile turns lazy. Arrogant. That’s the word I’ve been looking for. But in a way that’s still charming. As if he knows a secret you don’t.

I give up trying to stymie Sam’s thrusts and reach for his balls instead. I cup them, kneading them gently as he drags his cock over my tongue again and again. There’s power here. He might be fucking my face and making me cry, but one good squeeze will put him on the floor and we both know it. People often think omegas are weak. Submissive. But we’re the ones who guard the nest and our young. We can scratch back when we need to.

Sam smiles wider, his grin lopsided.

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