Page 32 of Heat Clinic

“Sam,” I whisper, not wanting to ruin this surprisingly sweet moment.

“Yeah?”

“You’re fired from making nests.”

He makes a harrumph sound and pulls away from me, but I move to catch him back. I was just teasing. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. Honestly, I expected him to laugh and tease me back.

Sam rolls over so he’s facing me, his lopsided smile making some of my worry unclench. The alpha rumbles, a soothing purr at my back, his large hands wandering all over me underneath the blankets. It’s weird for him to be touching me so much. None of the other alphas did. Maybe that’s the difference between rutting and courtship. I try to recall if the alphas I matched with ever did much more than rut me into my mattress and then eat all the food in my fridge. I come up blank. His face presses into my hair, and he inhales, the sound noisy as he sniffs me.

“I was never any good at nest building, no matter how many times Donna tried to show me. It’ll be better when you’re back in your own nest.”

I think about my nest at home and let out a wistful sigh. The mattresses here are strange. The pillows are either too firm or too soft. I didn’t think I’d miss my nest so much.

“I’ll buy you all the best nesting stuff you need, sweetheart,” the alpha rumbles from behind me. He lays a possessive hand on my belly and presses me against him, heedless of my mess smearing all over him. “We’ve got a guest bedroom that’ll make the perfect nest for you.”

My half-lidded eyes pop open as I give Sam a pointed look that screamshelp. Does this alpha expect me to move in with him? Is that a normal expectation of courtship when you meet at a clinic? I thought we would date first. This is all moving a little too fast for my liking.

He must smell my distress, because his purr kicks up again, rumbling through me and making everything soft around the edges until I forget why I’m worried. The alpha lifts his hand to my chin and tips my head back as he leans over me.

“Don’t stress, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be perfect. We’re gonna take good care of you. I’ve waited a long time to find you. And you were worth every second. Can I kiss you?”

It seems strange for him to ask when we’ve just done something far more intimate. I stare at his mouth and nibble on my lower lip. He’s got a strong jawline covered in the rough stubble of a five o’clock shadow. His stormy blue eyes are just as piercing as I remembered, his brow heavy and his eyebrows thick. Dark hair that’s nearly black has threads of silver at the temples. His styled hair’s been messed up by Sam’s hands, and it gives him a rugged look. Like he’d be more comfortable in a plaid button-up and holding an ax than in his tailored suit and fancy watch.

He’s waiting for my answer. And I think… I think if I say no, he wouldn’t push it. I nod, and his eyelids drift shut as he dips his face to mine and presses his lips to my mouth. His kiss is slow and sweet, a gentle brushing of mouths that makes me sigh and lean into him. And it’s over too soon for my liking as it leaves my belly swooping.

“Oh, sure,” Sam pouts. “She gets asked nicely while I get mauled. I see how it is.”

The alpha lets out a sound that’s half-laugh and half-purr. He lets go of my chin to lean over me and swats Sam on the ass until my mouthy beta yelps.

“Do you need more attention, brat?” the alpha asks. Somehow it’s half-threat and half-promise. His grin borders on feral.

I can’t help it—I laugh. Laughter bubbles up out of me, leaving me feeling lighter, but my amusement stutters as the bouncing of my belly works more cum and slick out of me with a wet squelch that makes my face turn red.

“Sadly, I don’t think I’m the one who needs more attention right now,” Sam says as he tosses the shoddy nest’s blankets over his head and wiggles down and over me, elbowing me in the process as I grunt.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Sam tugs me flat on my back and shoves my legs up to my chest. “You made me miss lunch, baby. So I’m gonna eat.” His tongue glides through my messy folds, then pierces my sensitive hole as he puts his mouth on me and sucks.

“F-fuck, Sam. Oh my God.” I twist my fingers in one of the nest’s blankets and squeeze my eyes shut. It’s more of an assault than a tongue fucking. Sam eats me out like he’s been starved for a month, not half a day.

The alpha leans over me, blocking out the overhead lights as he claims my mouth in a kiss that leaves me breathless, and palms a breast, squeezing it gently.

Together, they eat me from both ends until I’m trembling and limp and the warmth and coziness of this nest, as haphazardly as it was constructed, makes my eyelids heavy.

Sam wakes me up some time later by handing me a bottle of protein water and helping me open it. He watches me drink it down as the alpha eyes us both from his seat on the couch. He’s dressed again, his hair raked back into some semblance of control and his shirt tight across his shoulders.

“Can you stand, baby?”

I nod, and he helps me up, grabbing the edge of the slipping blanket to keep it from falling off me. He burritos me in it as he tells me to wait, then scoops up the rest of them and drapes them all over one arm.

“Where are we going?” I ask, rubbing my bleary eyes.

“The treatment session’s over, baby. It’s time for your bath.”

“Oh.” I glance at the dressed alpha and frown. “Already?”

“You were tired, so we mostly napped and cuddled.”

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