Page 98 of Heat Clinic

It slides free from my body, and I whimper at its loss, the pleasure of its withdrawal making me clench around the larger one in my pussy.

“Ready, love?”

I nod and breathe as he pulls the plug from my pussy and notches it lower, pressing its slicked, blunt taper to my hole. I stretch around its flare, but it’s too wide. Too large.

“Relax, love. Let go. Trust us. It will fit.”

I can’t do this, I can’t… He doesn’t stop until I’m stretched taut and gripping, and then it’s past the ring and everything in me relaxes as my body tightens around it and holds it in place.

“Shh, don’t whimper, luv. You break my heart. This is for your own good.” He drops a kiss to my thigh and rubs the seam of my sex until I’m aching and needy.

It’s the strangest thing to be so full, yet so empty. He dips a finger inside me and presses against the back wall where the larger plug is nestled. When he replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, I could cry. He bottoms out inside me, and the relief is nearly instant as he moves, his head sliding against the big plug in my rear with every thrust.

Sam works his hand between my thighs and finds my clit as his tongue licks across my throat, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He laps at my scent gland and hums, a happy sound, and bites me for more pheromones. My back arches, pulling Tom in deeper as they drive me to wicked heights and drop me off that ledge until I’m gasping and flushed. The scent of icing-drizzled lemons fill the nest.

Tom comes with a grunt, pumping me full, and Sam reaches lower still and wrings out the last drop with fingers circled around his base.

The front door slams shut, and we all go still. It’s Marcus. Our alpha is home. My body burns with need, and now that he’s here, I’m desperate for his knot. I wiggle in their grip, but powerful arms pin me down and hold me tight. Their cruelty makes me whimper. Why won’t they let me up?

I feel my alpha from across the room, his energy pulsing like a dark living thing between us as Marcus stops at the top of the stairs and waits. All I can see are our tangled limbs and the line of pillows that border the rimmed nest, the soft white canopy lit up by the twinkling stars and moons we’ve hung from the frame.

Fabric rustles as Marcus undresses, saying nothing. I can picture it so clearly. The careful, methodical way he slides his arms out of his sleeves. How he folds and stacks his things into a neat pile that he sets down somewhere safe. He purrs as he undresses, that low, deep rumble soothing me as I stop struggling against my betas. I wait.

He comes around the corner and drops a hand on my ankle, his fingers circling it completely. That simple, chaste contact makes my pussy weep slick down my thighs as my body tightens with need. All I am is need and wanting.

“Emily,” he says, his voice rumbling and low. “I come to you as an alpha seeking pack. Will you submit?”

Sam and Tom let me go, sliding from the nest as I get up onto my knees and press my chest to the bed, presenting myself to him for mounting. I stick my ass up in the air, a bead of slick sliding down my folds and dripping off me. It’s so hard to remember the words through this haze. “I do.”

He touches me, his hand sliding up the outside of my leg, and I quiver, eager for him to touch me for real. For him to slick his hand between my thighs and caress me where I need him most.

“An omega’s role is to accept the command of her alpha and betas. To keep the nest and whelp its young. To guard them and guide them. Will you pledge this service to your pack?”

The thought of letting them breed me, of holding our baby in our arms in the safety and comfort of our nest, fills me with such longing. I want this more than anything. One day. Maybe soon. “I do.”

The camera shutter snaps. He smooths a hand over my backside, his fingers ghosting over the crystal ended plug before dipping lower and pushing into my hot, wet core. “You’ve been well prepared by your pack. I’m satisfied. Will you take as much pleasure as you give?”

“I will, alpha.” His finger withdraws, and I whine from the emptiness.

He grips my hips and tugs me back, the blunt head of his cock nudging at my pussy. “Then take it.” He pushes in, quick thrusts working his thick cock into me with careful movements that make me rabid from the urge to sink back and impale myself on him. To bury him to the root until my belly bulges as he ruts a place deeper inside of me and squishes my guts.

“Pack, will you accept this omega?” Marcus asks.

“We will, alpha,” Sam and Tom both answer.

“Then join us as you wish.”

Tom and Sam climb back into the nest, but they don’t join. They watch. And they wait.

He slides deep, pulling out only to do it all over again as he knocks at the entrance of my womb and I sigh in relief. The sting of his wide entry fades into pleasure as he fucks me face down into the mattress, his cock sliding against the plug with every bottoming thrust.

My alpha is rutting me. Our nest smells like pack, and I have a belly full of seed. Everything is right again.

“Are you ready?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for my answer. Marcus works an arm under my chest and hauls me upright. I sit on his lap and he bounces me on his cock.

“Turn her around. I have the lighting set for this side,” Tom says, holding his camera up and pointing.

Marcus bands me to his chest with thick arms and turns us until Tom’s happy. And then he thrusts, driving his cock deeper as he trails a hand down my front and slips it between my labia. He finds my clit and rolls it, and I whine, my hips stuttering and trying to move. But I’m trapped. He’s bigger and stronger, his grip unbreakable, as he works my clit until I’m panting but leaves me hanging and unfulfilled. Three times he works me up, higher and higher, only to let the buzz fade as he stops us and holds me until I’m wiggling against him, annoyed and desperate.

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