Page 32 of Quickies

I blinked.

The alpha stood in front of the glass window, stroking himself faster, staring right at me. He opened his mouth and said something, but I couldn’t hear through the soundproof security glass. His expression was angry.

Why did that only make me wetter?

Glowering, he slapped a hand on the glass.

I jerked away.

Oh Lord.I’d been staring at the alpha as if entranced.

I spun around and ran.

I told myself it was for research.Yeah, right. My hands were trembling when I picked up the recent sample from the row. There it was.E0164GH, room A26, 12.3 ml, deposited 21:13, frozen 21:16, January 31, 2167.The alpha’s first load had only been frozen a few hours ago. A full twelve milliliters. In one deposit and from the first phase of the rut? Incredible.

I put the sample to defrost as I read the alpha’s file. He was a construction worker, which was typical enough. Most feral alphas worked physically demanding jobs to keep their aggression under control. He had no criminal record, not even a harassment complaint. Interesting. Ferals usually had several under their belts as they struggled with their urges during their late teens.

A ding announced that the sample had been defrosted. I opened the heater and removed the cup. Then I walked to my office and closed the door behind me.

My heart pounding, I stared at the sample. The cum was thick, barely moving in the container when I tilted it from side to side.

If I ever caught one of my employees doing this, I’d fire them.

I opened the container and sniffed.

Fucking hell.

As the pheromones assaulted me, a swarm of butterflies exploded in my stomach.

Who was this man?

I’d never smelled anything like it.

I inhaled deeply. My cock was tenting my slacks. With the next inhalation, my hole clenched on nothing.

I didn’t think.

The urge was too strong, more powerful than any yearning I’d ever felt—and I’d been through multiple heats.

I dipped my finger into the liquid and licked it.

“Mm-hmm.”

My knees buckled. I slumped on the edge of my desk, my eyes closed, and I tilted the container to my lips.

The warm, creamy substance filled my mouth, and the taste exploded on my tongue. I gulped it down like a starving man. Moaning, I shoved my tongue into the small cup, licking the traces of cum from it.

My insides seemed to burn, my hole spasmed, and my nipples tingled. In my middle, my empty womb ached.

Was my heat closer than I’d thought? Because it felt as if a wave was approaching.

How powerful was this alpha’s scent and taste if it could send me into heat within minutes?

The cup was empty. I whined, ravenous for more.

With my vision blurry around the edges, I strode back to the lab and opened the fridge where we stored the bags of cum cocktail. I chose the most potent batch and tore into the bagwith a desperate whimper. The pungent smell of alpha musk assaulted me. Desperate, I sucked in a mouthful.

It tasted wrong. All wrong.

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