Page 10 of Heat Clinic

I pinch her chin between my thumb and finger and pull her in for a quick, chaste kiss. “I’m here for whatever you need, baby. If you need me to stay, then that’s where I’ll be. And if you need alone time with the alphas, that’s okay too. There’s no right or wrong here so long as you’re happy.”

Her heat-dilated eyes damn near glitter in the overhead lighting. “Okay. Good. I’m glad you’re staying. I… I want you to stay with me.”

I grin and plant one last kiss on her plush mouth, then let her go. “Up you go, baby.”

She climbs the steps and then kneels on the platform and crawls to the opening. I can’t resist taking one good, hard look at her round ass and the peek of her puffy, slick-coated sex between them.

Fuuuuckme.

Once she’s settled by the opening, I close the door to her station and make sure it latches, then walk back out to the main area of the rut room. Her pinkened knees and rounded thighs block my view of the rest of her.

“When it comes to getting into proper position, the first time is the hardest,” I tell her as I stop in front of her cutout. “Sit down and stick your legs out and let them dangle, then lie back. I’ll do the rest.”

Once she’s where I need her, I pull the stirrups from their notches in the wall and adjust their angle. I lift one leg at a time into them and sink her heels into their cups. Before securing her, I stick my arms through her slot and grab her by her hips, pulling until her ass bumps against my front. She squeaks, and I smile as I tug her down so she’s nearly hanging off the ledge and her pussy’s opened and ready.

I buckle her in, letting my fingertips glide over her soft skin and the smooth leather of the stirrup’s straps. Next, I secure her calves down so that no amount of heat delirium wiggling will let her hurt herself, and then I reach in and pull her anklet down, turning it so all her color-coded charms are visible. I tap a finger over each one. Bisexual. A white circle with a black center dot and a gray ring for her openness to betas and omegas. Solid gray for light BDSM. Fuchsia for spanking, and gold for group play.

Squeezing the handle, I fiddle with her stirrups and the position of her legs until I’m satisfied. “How does that feel?”

“Umm… I’m not sure? I think it’s fine.”

I smooth over her thigh and double-check the angle of her hips and knees. “Is anything pinching or uncomfortable?”

“No.”

Palming her pussy, I feel the warmth she’s already giving off as her temperature climbs with her heat. The nurse will take her vital signs every day while she’s here, but palming an omega’s groin is a good way to tell how hot and ready they are. Her hips twitch against my hand as she grinds against it, her sigh turning into an agitated chirp when I refuse to give her the friction she craves. Her sweet slick coats my palm.

I pull my hand back and bring it down with a quick little slap to her greedy pussy. “Naughty omega.”

Emily gasps, but the trickle of slick from her pussy betrays her. Splayed like this, she can’t hide how much she likes this. How much she needs this.

Leaning down, I press a kiss to her inner thigh and give her a quick nip with my teeth while I breathe in her scent. God, she smells so good. Like sweet, sticky iced lemon cookies. I want to lean down and lick her cunt until she gushes down my throat. I can only imagine how feral the alphas are going to go over her.

The warning buzzer sounds. There’s one minute until the alpha door opens.

I give her clit one last stroke as I look over and make eye contact with Allison who’s seeing to her own omega, a slender male with olive skin and dark curls. She works his slim cock until it’s hard and a drop of slick drips from his hole. We nod to one another, and then I head around to the back. I buzz myself into Emily’s station and wait for the latch to engage, then test the door to make sure it’s secure. Not all the beta attendants will stay, but enough of us do so it won’t be seen as weird when I don’t appear in the break room for dinner while all of our omegas are busy with their treatment.

Emily tilts her head back and watches me lean an elbow up on her platform while we both wait.

“Comfy?” I ask, one brow arched.

She pouts, and it makes me smile. “It’s weird. I don’t know if I like it yet.”

“You will,” I tell her, not doubting it for even one second. After so many years working here at the clinic, you just know which omegas are going to be into the group treatment sessions.

She looks up at the ceiling. “Such a brat,” she mutters under her breath, but not so quiet that I don’t hear her.

I squash the urge to laugh. And she thinks I’m the bratty one? All I’m doing is giving her what she needs. It’s not my fault that what she needs is a spanking and some light degradation mixed with praise.

When I climb the stairs up to her platform and wedge myself into the space between her bed and the wall, her eyes widen.Oh, yes, baby. You can’t get rid of me so easily.

“Sam?”

I love the way she says my name. Like it’s a lifeline she’s throwing out into a churning sea. These alphas might fuck her silly, knot her until her eyes cross, but it’s me she’s going to be looking at like that. Like I’m her safe space.

“I’m here,” I reassure her. All I have to do is stretch and reach as I stick my arm out of her slot and tease her exposed pussy. I rub her slick labia together, then bring my hand down on it five times, one blow after the other as I spank this naughty omega’s cunt and play in her slick.

“I have long arms,” I tell her as I spread her lips apart and find her clit, tugging the hood back so I can circle her swollen clit. It’s sticking up and begging to be touched and petted.

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