Page 40 of Heat Clinic

“Why is she restrained?” Marcus asks.

“She’ll hurt herself in her delirium if she isn’t. Her heat will break soon, but right now is the worst of it. She’s glad you’re here.”

“This is so muchmorethan I ever expected,” someone with a British accent says, his voice making my toes curl as the machine wrings one more orgasm from my tired body, its pace never stopping as it batters my cunt with ruthless mechanical precision. “If I’d known the heat clinics were like this, then I would have come with you all these years.”

“This is my mate, Tom.Behave,” Marcus growls the last word, and I wiggle and whine at the sound of it.

He’s so close. Why isn’t he fucking me? Why isn’t he knotting me? I whine again, louder. Maybe he didn’t hear me before over the noise of the machine.

A pair of footsteps come closer, and the scent of my alpha gets stronger, and then he’s there and kneeling before me. “Emily, I’m not sure how much you can understand right now, but this is my mate, Tom.”

“Hello, luv. Oh, you poor thing.” He leans forward, his long brown hair slipping over his green silk shirt. He smells like buttery shortbread cookies, the kind you’d eat at Christmas at Grandma’s house from the big round tin that had a fifty-fifty chance of containing sewing supplies instead of treats.

I want to lick him and see if he tastes like shortbread cookies too. The restraints hold me down as I struggle and whimper.

Tom leans forward and puts his face to my neck and sniffs. I go still, freezing instinctively, as I wait for a bite that never comes. He’s a beta, and he’s beautiful. He reaches a hand out to touch me, then hesitates, his palm hovering over my collarbone. “May I?”

I arch my back and push my breast into his hand. Yes, touch me. Fuck me. Seed me. Breed me. Give me some relief before I burn to a crisp from the inside out.

His large hand and long, thin fingers squeeze and caress me. Like Sam, he hefts the weight, playing with it.

“So soft,” Tom says, smiling. “It’s fun to play with.”

Yes, play with me.

I whine, and he pinches my nipple, the tug shooting straight to my clit like the two are connected. The fucking machine pauses, its machinery whining, as I tighten down on it and squeeze.

“Oh, this is lovely.” Tom reaches for my other breast, pressing them both together. He grabs both nipples and tugs on them at once and my back bows, the dildo in my cunt pausing at full thrust as I grind against it.

“Tom, don’t tease her. The heat hurts if it’s not fulfilled.”

“Then you should fuck her, darling. I want to watch.”

Yes! Fuck me.

Marcus bends down and captures Tom’s pretty face by the chin, pulling him in for a kiss that makes my pussy wet with slick. And then he reaches for the buttons of his jacket and I want to cry from the relief of it.

The methodical way he undresses and folds his clothing into a neat stack that he sets aside drives me insane. It’s slow torture watching him reveal each inch of hair-dusted skin. I didn’t get to see him much before, so I devour the sight of him now. He’s stacked with muscles upon muscles, but his broad chest tapers to a narrow waist. His arms and legs are thickly sculpted. A trail of dark hair runs down from his navel and thickens into a triangle above his crotch. It’s like an arrow pointing to his cock. It’s huge. His dick juts heavy and hard between his thighs, his big balls swinging low behind it as he comes closer and curves a hand around my thigh.

Sam turns the fucking machine off as Marcus pulls it from me with a wet sucking sound and slick drips onto the floor. His thumbs spread my lips wide, and then he lines us up and sinks inside of me with a single push that’s neither gentle nor hesitant.

He’s hot, his cock burning me like a brand as he fucks in and out of me, his hands cupping my hips as he pins me down even more, as if the four points of restraints aren’t enough. As if I could go anywhere if I tried, even if I wanted to. Sam pets my hair and wipes the sweat from my brow as my pussy clenches tight, trying to keep my alpha's cock where it belongs. Inside of me.

His thrusts make my breasts bounce, much to Tom’s delight. And then there’s no thought. Only sensation. Only my alpha's cock battering at my womb and my betas both stroking me and everything is right now. Everything is how it should be. We aren’t in my nest, but with my pack all here, that matters less. We are whole.

“Aren’t you going to join in?” Marcus asks.

Tom lets go of me, ignoring my whined protest, and undresses. He’s tall, so tall for a beta, and leanly muscled with a strength that’s more wiry than broad. His skin is smooth, with only the faintest patch of dark hair on his chest and stomach leading down to his cock. He drops his clothes onto the floor and watches the pistoning glide of our alpha’s cock in my pussy as he strokes himself until he’s hard. A pearl of pre-cum gathers on his pink head.

“Fuck her mouth,” Marcus growls.

Yes. Yes, please fuck my mouth.It waters at the thought.

“Can I? But I thought…”

“She’s consented for it,” Sam says as he slides two fingers across my mouth, then pushes them in. I suck on instinct, wrapping my lips around them.

“Well then, I wouldn’t want to disappoint now, would I, luv?” Tom jerks his cock some more, then brings it to my face as Sam withdraws his fingers and turns my head to the other side.

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