Page 4 of Heat Clinic

Terrible idea.

I let out a nervous laugh. “No, that’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Well, I’m leaving you in excellent hands.” She walks away, and it’s just me and him.

“I guess I should unpack,” I say as Sam stands out of the way against the wall.

The moment I unzip the bag, I remember the double-digit number of slick panties I packed because they’re right on top. I blush, my face growing even hotter as I shove the stack of modest and absorbable underwear to the side.

They’re just underwear. Chill. Besides, he’s gonna see a lot more than that.A lot of people will when you get railed by a bunch of strangers.

My pussy throbs at the thought, a fresh gush of slick soaking into my panties, and I’ve never been so grateful before for a beta’s poor sense of smell. The empty feeling inside of me aches, an ever-present reminder of my body’s need to be filled and knotted. Instinct demands that I find the nearest compatible alpha who smells good, get down on my hands and knees, and let them breed and claim me.

I rock on my feet as the moment passes and rational thought returns.For now.

“There are drawers built into the walls over there by the bed,” Sam says. “And you can find extra nesting material in the bottom drawer.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” It’s far kinder than I expected. I squeeze past him and look, stroking the soft blankets. They’ve been cleaned in null-wash so they don’t smell like much of anything. I can’t wait to rub my scent glands all over them.

To distract myself from what’s coming, I finish unpacking. When I pull open the top drawer to put away my underwear, I stop at the sight of the hot pink vibrator lying inside. It’s new and in a plastic-wrapped package, and there’s a value-size pack of batteries accompanying it. The sixty-four-count box feels a little excessive.

Ignoring all of it, I throw my panties on top and slam the drawer shut with a little too much force.Stop freaking out. Youwantedto come here.Knowing I can leave at any moment stops me from panicking. But knowing I’ll have to call my mom to do so keeps me from chickening out. From the shortening amount of time it takes between each cramp, I know the first real wave won’t be much longer.

After I put my toiletries in the bathroom and throw my blanket on the bed, I stare at Sam. “Now what?”

“Whatever you want. If you’re hungry or thirsty, I can get you food or something to drink.”

My nose crinkles at the thought, and Sam chuckles. It’s a warm sound that makes my nipples tighten and rub against my scratchy bra.

“We have protein waters too. They have vitamins and minerals in them for when you don’t feel like eating,” he says. “Just let me know what you need. I’m here to take care of you.”

My belly swooshes, and a fresh bead of slick is squeezed from my aching core. Damn, that sounds nice. Someone to take care of me is exactly what I want and need. Why are some alphas such knot-for-brains? Sometimes it’s like they think the world ends at the tip of their dick.

I clear my throat to hide how flummoxed I feel. “Water sounds great. I don’t really eat during my heats.”

“Okay.” He smiles wide, showing off even white teeth in a lopsided grin. “I’ll be right back.”

While he’s gone, I toss my duffel bag into the closet and shut it, then collapse on the bed. The urge to squeeze my thighs together and rub is getting hard to ignore. Until now, I’ve been holding on by the skin of my teeth. The sterility of the clinic helped. Clinics aren’t sexy. But this room looks more like a budget hotel.

How far away is their stock room fridge? Can I rub one out real quick while he’s gone? I finger the waistband of my leggings and hesitate. With my luck, he’ll come back right as I’m about to come. And he might have a blunted beta’s nose, but he’ll probably figure out what I was doing pretty quickly when my musk saturates this tiny closet of a room.

Should I care? Do I? It’s getting harder to remember why I felt so shy earlier. My thighs squeeze together of their own accord as I rock, the movement as satisfying as it is teasing. Fuck, I want to come so badly. I’m so empty it hurts.

I’ll be quick. It won’t take long, not with how much my clit is throbbing. It’s so swollen and taut, my slick lips sliding against it with every rock of my hips. An omega’s heat is a cruel, delicious torment. It’s bliss laced with agony. A craving that can’t be satisfied without a fat knot and a belly full of seed.

My hand has just slipped under my waistband when the locking system beeps and the electrified handle whirrs. I pull my hand back and sit up straighter as the door opens and Sam shuts it behind him. He hands me a water.

I don’t know if I should be grateful or frustrated. I’m a bit of both.

“Thank you.” The plastic cracks as I unscrew the top and take a sip, pleasantly surprised at the sweet and mild taste. “Oh, it’s good.” My second sip is deeper, and then half the bottle is gone before I know it.

“You seemed like a vanilla girl to me.”

My mouth speaks before my lust-addled brain catches up. “Oh, I’m definitely not.” And then I realized what I said, and it’s double entendre for those in the know. I blush so hard my ears feel hot as I think about how much I enjoy being tied down and spanked. Ridden rough until it hurts a little to sit the next day, in a pleasant reminder of the night’s passion. To have my hair pulled and my nipples pinched. I’m not vanilla at all.

Sam tilts his head, his sandy hair flopping in his eyes while I avoid looking at him and pretend to be very interested in my protein water.

“Turn around on the bed and take off your shirt.”

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