Page 23 of Heat Clinic

“Really.” He hauls me tighter against him and presses a kiss to the side of my throat. “Besides, I’ve always liked older women. You’re fucking hot.”

My eyes widen as my mouth drops open, and I snap my head back to scowl at him. “You’re hardlythatmuch younger than me.”

Sam grins, his cheek dimpling as he presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’m twenty-eight.”

Twenty-eight. Oh, God.I knew he was a little younger, but I didn’t know there was an eight-year gap between us. I stare at the white ceiling in horror. “I’m a cradle robber,” I whisper.

He snorts out a laugh and grabs the blankets, jerking them out from under me. And then he slips under them, sliding down the bed as he rolls me onto my back and settles between my legs. He nips my inner thigh, his blunt teeth pinching and I gasp.

I peel the top edge of the blanket back to scowl down at him. “What are you doing?” This conversation is important, and I only have short periods of lucidity until the cramps start again and my need builds to a point where all I can think about is sinking down on the nearest knot.

“I thought it was obvious.” He pushes my legs open and dips his head between them, his tongue snaking out to lick my seam and the slick that constantly gathers there. He moans, as if it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. “I’m checking your pussy for a best-used-by date.”

I blush, my face heating as he licks me again, my hips rising up to meet his laving tongue. “This is important. We should talk, not… hnnng. Oh, fuck.”

“What do you want to talk about?” he asks, kissing my clit and coating two fingers in my slick before pressing them into me and pumping. “Don’t let me stop you. Do you want to talk about IRAs? 401ks? Have you bought the black candles for your next birthday cake yet?” He sucks my clit into his mouth and runs his tongue around it, pushing my hood back for better access. “The balloons shaped like tombstones?”

“F-fuck you.”He’s such a fucking brat.

Sam lets my clit go with a wet pop and grins like an insane Cheshire Cat. “I’d rather fuckyou. You’re probably going to miss your first treatment session of the day, by the way.” His fingers pump into me, and my hips move to meet him, to suck him in deeper. “That means I have to take care of you myself.”

A part of me wonders if he planned for this. He seems sneaky like that. Devious. But it’s hard to stay suspicious or even care at all when he eats my cunt like someone’s got a gun to his head and his life depends on it.

The first orgasm hits me with a faint wash of pleasure, the swell soon rolling into another as he pulls them from me one by one with his fingers and tongue until I don’t think I can take it anymore. Coming around nothing but a finger has moved beyond pleasure and into pain as the first tide of the day’s heat threatens to drag me under its wave.

“It hurts,” I whine when my walls flutter and clench against his knuckles.

“I know what you need,” he says. He lifts off me and climbs off the bed, and my hips rock in the air of their own volition.

I need a cock. A knot. Relief.

Plastic rips, and then there’s a buzzing sound. Sam returns to the bed holding up the hot pink vibrator. It’s huge, nearly as big as his forearm, and the extra silicone material by the grip tells me it’s the knotting kind.

He joins me on the bed again, sliding the toy up my inner thigh and teasing the seam of my sex with it as he leans over me and hovers his face next to mine, his lips as close as they can get without touching. We stay like this in our almost kiss as he presses it to my hole but doesn’t sink it in no matter how I twitch or rub against it, asking for it without words.

“Tell me you’ll meet them. Just a meeting, that’s all,” he says.

I frown. “Why do you care if I do?”

Sam presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, the toy pressing in a little deeper. Vibrations tease my hole as arousal drips from me until I know the nest is about to be a mess of slick.

“Because you deserve all the wonderful things in life, and I think they can give those to you.”

Would I be able to live with myself if I ran away like a coward and missed my chance? After a moment of hesitation, I agree. “Okay.”

He sinks the toy past my public bone and I sigh as the vibrations send tremors through my pelvis.

“Will you be with me?” I ask.

The toy thrusts deeper, the silicone dragging more than skin as he slicks it with my fluids until it’s gliding freely and filling me up. “If you want me to.”

I sneak my arm up between us and throw it around his neck, tugging him flush against me as he fucks me slowly with the toy. The stretch and burn of it satisfies the primal side of me that craves the roughness of a huge, gruff alpha. The ripping, burning swell of a knot and the hot lash of cum.

“I want you,” I tell him, sighing with relief when he fucks me harder. The buzz of the toy grows louder, the vibrations faster, and the thrusts deeper as he clicks it up, adjusting the controls on the handle without looking.

My lips press to his as I claim his mouth in a tentative kiss.My beta, my omega instincts purr.

Mine.

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