Page 16 of Heat Clinic

This beta’s a little crazy.

But I think I like it.

He fumbles for my nipple, finding and pinching it and tugging. Each sharp pull travels straight to my clit until I’m throbbing. The alpha fucking me grunts and thrusts harder, no longer moderating his movements as he chases his own pleasure.

Sam bursts on my tongue and pumps his cum down my throat with a groan. His balls throb in my hand, two swollen, heavy globes. I swallow his seed down, losing only a little of its creamy orange flavor as it dribbles around my lips. His frantic pumps turn languid as he slicks in and out of my wet mouth. I lick him clean, chasing every last yummy drop. He uses his thumb to wipe up my face, feeding it to me. When I suck his fingers clean, he laughs.

“Fuck, baby. That was hot,” Sam says. “Do you want to come now? I want to hear your moans and whimpers while you come on this nice alpha's fat cock.”

“Beta,” the alpha says, his first words to us.

Sam and I glance at one another, and then he looks at the wall that divides us and raises his brows. “Yes?”

“How much longer in this session?” the alpha asks.

Clothing rustles as Sam drags his phone out of his pocket and checks the time. “Twenty-three minutes.”

“Okay,” the alpha says, his pace slowing again. His abdominals clench and unclench, his cock jumping with each repetition. “I can manage that.”

Sam chuckles. “What would you have done if it was two hours?”

The alpha grumbles. “What I fucking had to. She doesn’t come until I do. Understood?”

I frown, not understanding what’s happening. Coming is the entire point. It’s a heat. Is this alpha crazy?

“Ooh,” Sam says with way too much glee in his voice. “Edging.”

The word cuts through my heat delirium like a hot knife. Struggling, I sit up on my arms and look down my body where the alpha rutting me fucks in and out of me with lazy thrusts. “Excuse me? Don’t I get a say in this?”

“No,” the alpha says without missing a beat. He strokes my thighs where they meet my ass, his touch gentle. Almost reverent. One large hand takes up an entire cheek.

“Use your safe word if you need to, baby,” Sam says.

I cut him with a glare. “Fuck you.”

Sam’s cocky grin widens. “You’re so cute when you pout. But that’s not your safe word. Edge away, alpha. I recommend spanking. She’s a lot less delicate than she looks. And don’t forget her cunt.”

My nostrils flare as I drag in an angry breath. “I am never sucking your cock again.”

If Sam is bothered, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he strokes a teasingly light touch all over me. He caresses my breasts, my belly, my hair. “You’ll feel better in twenty-three minutes.”

“Twenty-two,” the alpha corrects.

Sam checks his phone again and grins.

The alpha's got a good sense of time. God damn, that shouldn’t be hot. And yet it is.

The alpha fucks me, his pace leisurely and steady while his hands roam my lower half as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of me. He bounces me on his cock, then slows it to a crawl until I’m panting with need and thinking is difficult. Fast and deep gives way to slow and easy. The constant change in pace stalls my swelling orgasm every single time until I’m ravenous for it.

“Please,” I beg, no longer caring if I sound like every stereotypically whiny omega in every porno. “Please, alpha. I need to come.”

Sam drags a fingertip over the bow of my upper lip. He’s climbed back off the platform to hover over me. Traitor. I snap my teeth at him and almost catch the tip of his index finger.

“She’s getting bitey,” Sam says, talking to the alpha as if I’m not here.

“Four minutes,” the alpha counters, his voice strained.

Good. I hope this hurts him as much as it hurts me. The growing, incessant, and unmet need to come is all I can think about. There’s no clinic. No other alphas. It’s just me and him and Sam. Sam who fucking betrayed me. I glare at him again, but all he does is smile and cock that one eyebrow.

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