Page 44 of Heat Clinic

Sam leans down and puts his lips to my ear as he slicks a hand between us and finds my clit and strokes. “Look at you, being such a filthy cock slut. You’ve got two cocks in you, baby. They’re both going to come in your wet, greedy hole and then your alpha's gonna knot you and lock it all in. You’re going to be leaking cum for days. Every time you sit, a bit more’s gonna work its way out of you. That’s how stuffed full of cream your pussy’s gonna be. You like that, don’t you? I knew you were a pretty little cum slut the minute I laid eyes on you.”

Everything tightens, my fullness beyond the point of discomfort as pleasure and pain twine into one and my alpha and beta fuck into my cunt while Sam says such delicious, horrible things to me.

I stretch on the precipice, my belly fluttering with the gasping urge to breathe while he touches me. Strokes me. Praises and demeans me.

It hits me like a hurricane, drowning me in pulsing waves. Slick squirts and gushes, leaking through the cracks and adding to our slippery mess. My walls flutter and squeeze a groan from Tom, who comes, his cock jerking. Each pulse of hot seed threatens to spill out of me as Marcus keeps fucking me through Tom’s shuddering pulses.

When Tom withdraws, I moan from the loss of him until Marcus works his cock deeper inside of me and fills me to bursting again. My belly bulges with the strength of his emissions. He pumps me full and locks it in with his knot. After being stretched with two cocks, his knot feels like relief.

I collapse, but Sam still has his hand burrowed between my ruined thighs. He pulls the hood back from my clit and exposes all of it, stroking me through my shudders and twitches as he forces another, smaller orgasm from my exhausted body.

My pussy milks my alpha’s knot, draining the rest of him and soaking up his seed. Storing it behind this stoppering knot. It floods me and makes a pool for my womb to soak up.

Fatigue and contentment wash over me as my alpha strokes his big callused hands up and down my back while Sam and Tom both collapse in the nest.

“Is it always like this?” Tom asks, his voice low. “Between alphas and omegas?”

“Not always. A pack finding each other is special.”

My eyelids droop again while Marcus purrs. He flinches when I put a hand to his chest and I see the scratches I made. I press a kiss to them, saying sorry, and when he strokes my hair, I know that I’m forgiven.

I fall asleep like that, only dimly aware when his softening knot unplugs and cum and slick slide out of me. Sam presses a kiss to my cheek, and I turn my head to give him my lips, purring softly as our mouths meld.

It’s hours later, but it feels like minutes when Sam leans over me and pokes me awake. The fog around my thoughts is thinner.

“Can you stand?” he asks.

I roll onto my back and wince. My pussy’s been ravaged. When I whimper, he gets an arm under my knees and lifts me in his arms, hitching me higher as he stands.

“I think we hurt her,” Tom whispers.

“She’s fine,” Sam says. “We’ll have a bath and she’ll sleep. They always get more tired as the heat goes on. She’s got one more session in her, I think, and then she goes home in the morning.”

“And that’s when we can pick her up?” Marcus asks.

“Speak to Mary. She’ll walk you through it.” Sam stops so Marcus can drape the blankets of our nest on his shoulder, then badges open the door and carries me out.

“Sam,” I whisper.

“Yeah?”

I tug him closer and rub my cheek against his neck. “I’m very happy.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, baby. You deserve it.”

I’m finally starting to believe it. To believe this is real, and let myself enjoy it. The ache between my legs is certainly real enough to convince me of it.

ChapterEleven

TOM

Once the rutroom door shuts and we’re left to dress and see our way out, Marcus rounds on me while he buckles his belt. “I am so sorry. I should have asked, should have thought about it, and… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like I can’t think straight.”

“It’s her.” The omega’s heat pheromones are even affectingme. “Her pheromones.”

I slip my arms through my jacket’s sleeves and shrug it on, then run a hand through my hair to drag it out of my face. The rut room reeks of needy omega cunt and satisfied alpha and cum.

Marcus’s face is crestfallen as he sits on the sofa and gathers his socks and shoes. Fondness and exasperation lead me to join him. I step between his legs and cup his face in my hands. Despite his morning shave, stubble is already scratching through.

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