Page 6 of Heat Clinic

He withdraws his hands and gets off the bed, and I’m hit with a disappointment that surprises me. Sam hands me the water bottle and stares at me pointedly until I finish it, his grin never wavering even after refusing him.

“What?” I ask, because this is usually the part where a male with a bruised ego gets mad and calls me an ugly bitch. Is he just waiting until I’m so far gone in my heat that I won’t think to tell him no?

My horny thoughts drift to the thought of taking it back. Of leaning into his touch and letting him make me feel good. Isn’t that why I’m here instead of curled up on my sofa, trying to ride this out with my favorite vibrators and knotting dildo while I swipe through hundreds of matches?

“You’re cute when you pout,” he says.

“I’m not pouting.” I scowl at him, irritated. “Are you like this with all your clients?” A brat?

“No. Normally I leave the omegas to nest until they’re ready for their first session.”

Oh. “So why did you stay?”

“Because you need me to. You need someone to guide you through what to expect and tell you what to do. And because I want to. How did you put it? You’re hot.”

“But that’s gotta be, I don’t know, against the rules or something?” I try to recall if I’ve ever heard anyone mention the beta attendant getting involved in the heat activities, and I come up blank.

“It’s not required. And I certainly wouldn’t say it’s encouraged. But it’s also not forbidden. Sometimes the shyer omegas respond better to us betas. We’re less intimidating. More familiar. Safer. Others aren’t satisfied with just a good knotting in one of their sessions. They prefer to get fucked in a cuddle pile nest. And not all alphas will tolerate a second alpha in a nest, so occasionally we get asked if we want to join.”

Group activities. “Oh. So you…”

“I think you’re hot, Emily, and I want to make you feel good. Really good.”

A shiver of pleasure courses through me all the way down to my toes. Because that is what I want. To feel good. It’s what I need, and it’s why I came here. For once, I want to walk away from a heat feeling great instead of tired and sticky.

“Okay.”

Sam puts a finger under my chin and tips my head up so I meet his eyes as he leans down, his breath warm on my face. “Take off your pants, and lie down on your belly.”

His bossiness makes my nipples tighten into such taut buds that they ache with the need to be touched and licked. More slick creeps from my core until my panties are saturated with it. He stares me down with a calm demeanor, as if he already knows I’ll do exactly what I’m told.

When I dip my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and work them down, he tips his head so he can watch. My hands tremble a little as I pull them down over the curve of my butt. I sit on one hip and pull my legs out from under me as I shove them all the way down while he watches. Once my legs are bare, he skims a finger over my ankle.

“Good girl. Now, on your belly.” His warm hand splays on my lower back as he nudges me to lie down. Once I’m prone, he climbs onto the bed and straddles my thighs. There’s rustling, and then the click of plastic. A moment later, warm hands covered in fragrant oil skim over my back and hips. I arch into his touch, seeking more, and he chuckles and presses me flat.

“How are the cramps?” he asks.

“Not too bad right now.”

Sam massages me, moving from my shoulders to my back and then down to my hips. He tugs at the fastening of my bra and works it open, then rubs his hands over the skin he’s just bared until I’m relaxed and limp underneath him.

He works on one arm, and then the other, and then his fingers graze the outside of my breast as he moves to my lower back again and kneads. Once my panties are tugged lower, his thumbs settle into the divots above my ass while he massages, and I can’t hold back my groan any longer. Not when it feels so good.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“Hmm.” The pet name should irritate me, but I’m too relaxed to be annoyed.

“I enjoy making you feel good. Your soft sighs, your cute little moans. How you try to hold them in until you can’t. How you lift your butt in the air when I press right here.”

He presses a spot on both sides of my hips that makes me buck against the mattress. If he wasn’t sitting on my legs and holding me down, I’d already be in a proper omega presenting position.

“You… you’re a bit of a brat. Do you know that about yourself?” I ask him, then bite my lip to hold back another moan.

“No.” His kneading pauses as he leans over me and pushes me down with his body weight. His lips brush the shell of my ear as he presses his face against mine. “I’m a versatile switch who likes to service top. And I remember your preferences. I know that you like a bit of pain with your pleasure. A little humiliation with your praise. And you definitely enjoy being dominated and told what to do.”

Sam sits upright, and the whoosh of air is my only warning as he brings both of his hands down on my butt. The spank is light, more sound than pain, and it draws a rush of warmth to my skin that makes my pussy tingle.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my hips rocking to either get away or get more. I don’t know. It’s confusing.

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