Page 17 of Heat Clinic

“Is it weirdly hot how he can keep time in his head like that?” Sam whispers to me.

It is, but I’ll be damned if I say so.

“Don’t pout, baby girl. All those stalled orgasms are gonna hit you all at once like a freight train. You’ll enjoy it.”

I look away from the cocky beta, but there’s only so many other places to look in this tiny cubicle. There’s no bedding to fist my hands in. No nest to soak with our combined pheromones. No knot to cum on. What’s even the point?

I growl and twist in my bindings, my legs going nowhere no matter how much I pull against them. Stupid leather. Stupid alpha. Stupid beta.

I need to come!

The alpha chuckles and my vision goes red. I struggle hard against the bindings, bucking until his cock’s nearly unseated. A palm slaps down on my swollen, throbbing pussy, and I howl, my thighs quivering.

The alpha spanks my pussy again, the crack sharp and wet. Heat rushes to my core, and my body feels like it’s on fire. He slaps it again and again, grunting when I clench around his cock.

Fuck yeah. I’m going to cum. Just a few more blows. I’ve never come from being spanked before, but I’ve also never been rutted by a room full of strange alphas. Guess today is a day for firsts.

My breath hitches as I hold still and resist the urge to buck up into his touch. He’ll figure out what I’m doing and then he’ll stop and thenI’ll die.

Sam leans his face down so we’re cheek to cheek. “Naughty girl.”He knows.

The alpha slaps my pussy once more, his cock kissing the entrance of my womb as he rides me deep. I’m balanced on the edge. The entire world falls away as all I care about is this pounding, pulsing need to squeeze a knot. I need it more than air.

“Omega?” the alpha growls.

Shit. He definitely knows.I’m beyond words, so all I can do at this point is make a high-pitched, needy whine.

His hips slap against me as his thumb brushes over my clit and rubs circles that make spots appear in my vision. I drag in a ragged breath and hold it, my whole body flushing with heat. Close. So close. Just a little bit…

He slams his hips home and holds it there, his knot growing and stretching me until it feels like he’s on the verge of ripping me in two. “Come.” His thumb strokes my clit faster and faster as hot spurts of cum coat my walls. I’m so full. So stuffed and seeded. The pressure in my belly and the stretch of my cunt around his monstrous knot is white hot.

I come with a sound that’s half-groan and half-scream, my thighs trembling and my toes curled so tight they touch the soles of my feet. Slick gushes out of me like a burst damn. After I drag in a much-needed breath and sob on the exhale, my cunt flutters around his knot, milking more cum from his balls.

And then exhaustion and relief overwhelm me and blackness creeps in at the edges.

ChapterFive

SAM

The omega istiny and light as I haul her out of her station and hike her up in my arms. One of the other betas, a new guy named Eric, helps me with the door.

“Damn. They really liked her. Is she okay?” he asks.

I shift her so her head lolls on my chest. “Yeah, she’s fine. I checked her pulse. She just came so hard she passed out.”

Eric leans on his mop handle. Since he’s the new guy, it’s his job to clean up the jizz. His waterproof disposable paper galoshes stick to the floor as he moves to get a new spot. Every step he takes makes athwocksound.

I donotmiss being the new guy.

“Can you imagine?” he says, his voice a little wistful as he glances at the rows of empty openings. They’re spattered with so much cum and slick that everything is a sticky disaster. It always is. The real reason we do four-hour sessions with four-hour breaks is because that’s how long it takes to scrub these rut rooms.

Beta attendants help their omega clients hobble from their stations, avoiding the worst of the puddles. “Why would you want to?” I ask.

Seems like it’s mostly an inconvenience to me. But I’m good with being a beta. I know some people wish their dynamic had come in during puberty, but I’ve never been one of those people. I like my life to be uncomplicated.

“I dunno… Might be kinda nice. At least just once.”

There’s no point in arguing, so I make a noncommittal noise and focus on taking care of my omega instead. Her cheeks are in a permanent state of flushed now, and a fine sweat beads on her forehead. She’s noticeably hot to the touch.

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