Page 71 of Heat Clinic

“Good boy,” Tom says. “Now clean your Mistress. You’ve made a mess of her too.”

His Mistress?My lips curl with a barely suppressed grin.Interesting.

Marcus lifts my legs so I’m perched on him, his hard cock grinding into my ass while I balance with my heels on his knees. I’m spread open wide for easy access and he plays with my clit until I’m dripping. Our alpha rolls my clit in circles that make me gasp and groan and twitch against him.

Sam crawls forward on his hands and knees and shoves his face between my thighs. Marcus drags my night shirt all the way up and toys with my breasts, pinching and pulling them. The leather of Sam’s mask is cool and sleek against my skin, but his tongue is hot. He licks it through my folds and laps at me, drinking down my arousal and thrusting his tongue inside for more.

Tom walks over and kneels behind Sam again, stroking his own cock as he pumps two fingers into Sam’s hole, then positions himself at that entrance again. He sinks in with a single thrust, Sam’s mouth tonguing me deeper as we all rock together.

“Oh, fuck.” I drop my head back against Marcus’s chest and close my eyes, breathing harder while we move as one.

“Good boy,” Tom says, the slap of skin against skin filling the room once more, that tongue deep inside me pressing even deeper with each thrust. “You’re licking your Mistress so well. What an obedient puppy you are.”

Marcus pinches my nipples harder, the feeling traveling straight to my clit. Sam’s mask rubs against me as he tonguefucks me and I grind against his face, seeking more. Everything pulls tight inside of me, and I hold my breath as the moment stretches. Warm breath teases my ear and the nape of my neck as Marcus nuzzles against me. He presses a kiss to the side of my throat and tugs the collar of my sleep shirt to the side for better access.

His tongue licks across my skin, dragging hard over my scent gland at the base. My perfume fills the room as he mouths it, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and making my cunt tighten on Sam’s tongue.

Is he going to bite me? The thought should terrify me. An alpha has so much power, so much control once they’ve claimed you. I wait for the panic to come, but it never does. Instead, I’m strung taut with anticipation. His lips close around my scent gland, and he sucks. There’s so much trust here. He could bite me, claim me, and there’s nothing I could do to stop him. Not even if I wanted to. His teeth lightly graze my skin.

I squeeze my eyes shut tight. “F-fuck, I’m gonna….”

I come against Sam’s face with a ragged moan, my hips moving on their own as my body tightens down in rolling waves. Sam licks me through my aftershocks, his broad tongue lapping all my wetness up as he laves me clean and gives my clit one last flick that makes me twitch and recoil.

“Too much,” I protest, wiggling out of his reach.

Marcus is hard as a rock underneath me and he grunts as I rub against him while I evade Sam’s touch. I’m too sensitive. Too well used after the earlier antics of the day.

“Get ready, puppy,” Tom says, never stopping. “I’m going to come in your ass and watch it drip out of your hole, and then you’ll clean up your mess, you naughty, dirty boy.”

Sam presses his face against my inner thigh and moans. On impulse, I reach down and stroke him, ruffling his shaggy hair and making those leather ears flop.

“What a messy puppy,” I say, grinning even though I know I’ll likely pay for it later. Sam’s big brown eyes look up at me, and my heart clenches in my chest. His pupils are blown wide and dark with lust. There’s something nice about the sight of him on his knees at my feet. He really looks like a cute little puppy.

All he needs is a... “Is there a matching tail?”

“Bloody hell,” Tom curses, his back arching as he grunts and comes, his hips swiveling to pump his seed deep into Sam’s ass. When he stops and he’s regained his breath, he looks over my head at Marcus. “We’ve made a little monster.”

Are they talking about me? I twist to look up at Marcus and see that he’s got a hand pressed to his mouth like he’s holding in laughter.

“What?” I ask.

Marcus shakes his head and grips my chin, tugging me up for a kiss. He whispers against my lips. “You’re perfect. You both are.”

Oh.I’m content as he presses his mouth to mine and traces the seam of my lips, asking for entry. I open for him, sliding my tongue against his as he explores my mouth and leaves me breathless. His cock twitches against my bare ass. Everyone but him has come, and that isn’t fair. I break our kiss and put my feet down on the floor, lifting enough to grind against him, stroking him with each swivel of my hips.

“Good boy,” Tom says to Sam. “Lick it all up. Clean up your mess.”

I watch Sam suck Tom’s soft cock into his mouth and lick it clean. That long pink length disappearing between the opening of the black leather mask is obscene.

“Good. Now the floor. I want it spotless.” Tom pulls Sam off his cock and points him to the cum that’s splattered on the floorboards.

Marcus rumbles with a purr at the sight as I rub my ass against his clothed cock and tease him while Sam licks up Tom’s cum.

Tom grabs him by the handle on his harness and drags him up. “Good boy. Now tend to your Master.”

Marcus taps me on the thigh and I take my cue, climbing off him and letting my sleep shirt fall back down to cover me as I step aside so Sam can crawl between the alpha’s legs. Sam goes for his pants, unbuckling the belt and then unhooking the latch and tugging the zipper down.

Our alpha’s cock spills out, painfully hard with a bead of pre-cum gathered at his slitted tip. Sam bends his head down and feeds it through the opening of his mask, swallowing it down and bobbing on its length. Wet sucking noises and heavy breathing fill the room. Marcus pumps his cock into the beta’s eager mouth.

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