Page 30 of Heat Clinic

He pauses as he’s taking his shirt off, then tugs it up and tosses it aside. “I’m versatile.” He kicks out of his shoes and gets naked. I don’t like the way he disrespects his clothes by leaving them in a pile on the floor. I’ll need to teach him to respect his things if he wants presents.

“Who do you want to suck you, beta? Me or her?”

He stops petting her hair to stare at me. “You’d…”

I get it, even if I also don’t. Some alphas won’t fuck betas. Some men won’t fuck men. I’m a greedy son of a bitch. I want it all. “Come here, beta. I’m going to suck your pretty cock.”

Sam takes a tentative step toward me. I reach up and grab him by the hip and tug him forward until his knee knocks against me. His cock wavers in the air, a pearl of pre-cum gathered at his slit. I palm his ass and guide it to my face, licking that drop of fluid up so his subtle oranges and cream taste mingles with her sweet lemon. God, they smell so good. I’m going to eat them both up.

I wrap my lips around his head and trace the rim of his corona with my tongue. He groans, his hips making a stuttered push as his hands search for somewhere to land as he rocks into my mouth.

So self-conscious. So timid, as if I’ll change my mind or hurt him. But I’m even less scared of hurting him with this mouth guard in place. The thin, strong plastic smooths my canines and makes it easier to suck him. Easier to be sloppy and messy. Why did I never buy a set before?

His hands tangle in my hair, squeezing and tugging as his hips thrust in time with my bobbing. Oranges and cream runs down my throat as he leaks a steady stream of fluid that I swallow. I’m starving for him. I’m gonna eat them both up. Fill my belly with them.

Emily’s cunt squeezes around me with each thrust, the wet sounds of our fucking competing with the filthy sucking noises I make as I take Sam to the back of my throat and take him to the root.

Versatile.

What an interesting choice in words. My hand strokes his ass, enjoying the fine dusting of blond hair that covers his arms and legs and butt. And then I slip my middle finger between his cheeks and stroke his asshole.

Sam groans, then swears, his fingers tightening in my hair until it hurts. Pulling back, I gulp in some air, then swallow him again. I tease his ass, stroking his opening with the tip of my finger.

And then I purr.

He pumps his cock into me, cries out, and his fingers tighten so much I think he actually rips out a few strands. His cock jerks, and oranges and cream runs down my throat, filling my belly until he softens.

I gasp in a breath when I pull off him, leaving just his tip between my lips as I lick him clean and savor every creamy bit of cum.

He pets me too, his fingers smoothing down my hair as if to say he’s sorry for mussing me.

I laugh, and Emily groans. My chuckle makes my abdomen tense, and my cock bobs inside of her. Now that I’m no longer multitasking, I slam into her sweet cunt at a brutal, pounding pace that sets my balls tingling and my breath hitching. She squeaks, her fingers scraping against the waterproof mat she’s kneeling on.

I don’t like it. She should be in a soft nest, wrapped in the finest blankets one can buy, and surrounded by our scents in our home. Not getting fucked on the cold, hard floor of a free clinic on a scratchy mat.

“Tend to your omega,” I order.

Sam walks to the couch and drags a blanket off, throwing it on the tile before her. “Trust me, you don’t wanna lie on this floor. You have no idea what it’s been covered with.”

I can imagine. How many people have used this room before us? Its sterile walls and easy-to-clean, utilitarian furniture disgust me. My pack deserves pampering. Notthis. Not a free-use clinic where strange alphas use her body to rut.

Emily whines as Sam sprawls out of the floor in front of her. He strokes her hair and rubs her shoulders, then leans in and whispers things I can’t hear into her ear.

Her cunt flutters, squeezing me so hard I see stars. I grab both ass cheeks and spread them wide, watching the way her pussy swallows me and her asshole tightens with every clench.

Fucking a woman is different. This tight channel squeezes me, sucking me in and pushing me away in equal measures as I try to cram all of me into her. Each jiggling slap of her ass against my thighs fills me with satisfaction. But I wish I could go deeper. The ass has a delightful way of taking even the biggest alpha cock with enough lube and foreplay and patience. But her pussy has an end to it. Her cervix stops me from staying too deep for too long. It pushes back with every insistent thrust as I try to carve a home for myself in her cunt.

It’s mine.

She’s mine.

They both are.

And I’m going to prove it to them.

Her moans turn to pained whimpers as I batter my cockhead at her cervix, pushing deeper as my balls tighten and the base of my cock aches. I purr, and she relaxes. She lets me rearrange her to fit me, more slick slipping around where she’s stretched around me as I force her body to take me. All of me.

Sam keeps up his whispering, his gaze locking with mine as he watches me rut her until my knot swells. I surge deep, holding still, as the first wave of pleasure lashes out of me with a spray of cum. My knot swells and swells, bigger and bigger, until her cunt’s stretched painfully tight. I grunt as I come for what feels like an eternity, emptying my balls into her. My seed paints her cervix, searching for fertile ground to take root in. I stroke her back and rub her as she takes it.

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