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“Thank you.”
“I’ll also send you some links to reliable sources about your condition, and we can do a regular checkup every three months. It’s good to trace your cycle—like you said, you need a modicumof control over your life. If we monitor your hormonal levels, we can, with time, predict your heats accurately.”
“That would be great.”
“About the discomfort you’re experiencing. There are some techniques lactating omegas use to find relief.”
I perked up. “Yes, please. The pressure in my pectorals gets painful. Massages under a warm shower help, but I can’t spend an hour in the bathroom twice every day.”
“I understand. See, some omegas learn various, um, milking techniques. There are videos online about that sort of thing. But as you say, it’s strenuous and time-consuming. You can ask a sexual partner to relieve you.”
I blinked. “Like… suck it out?”
The doctor flashed me a mischievous look. “I hear it’s a pleasant practice.”
“I’m currently single,” I admitted, shifting in my chair. The idea of letting an alpha suck the milk from my pecs during sex was a little disturbing. But intriguing too.
“There are devices you can use. Check out the pharmacy downstairs. They’re specialized in reproductive health.”
I left the clinic in a significantly better mood. That morning, I had been worrying about some mysterious illness, but there was nothing wrong with me. In the past, my condition was even considered desirable since my body was made to get pregnant as often as possible and nurse a heap of kids. Nature missed their opportunity with me, though, because with my career, I barely had time for a relationship, let alone kids. Liam had demanded I quit. I’d refused. So, here I was—a twenty-three-year-old omega with an overly slick hole, a greedy womb, and tits full of milk. Ripe but single.
I could get maudlin about it, or I could enjoy the perks.
After a quick detour to the pharmacy, I took a cab to my apartment and began sorting through what I’d need during the upcoming couple of weeks. Suits, shirts, ties, and other business apparel were a given. Even though it was a work trip, I wanted to have fun too. I threw in my favorite lingerie set and a couple of my prettiest jock straps.
It’d been some time since I’d gotten laid. While I put my vibrator to good use, I hadn’t dated since Liam. Maybe on the West Coast, so close to the wilderness, I could stumble upon a horny bear shifter with a girthy dick. If my boss let me out of his sight for five minutes… My hot, adorably quirky, alpha boss, whom I didnothave a crush on because I wasn’t stupid.
Sigh. Not a crush, nope, but I had eyes and a nose, and Morton Hartley looked and smelled like a snack. I had this talk with myself on a weekly basis. No flirting with Mr. Hartley. I liked my job, and I wasn’t risking it.
He’d looked so cute earlier when he was frazzled. I could have crawled under the desk and given him a decompressing blowjob.Yum.
What did the doctor say? Increased libido? Check that box.
I threw underwear pads for excess slickness into the suitcase, then I added the little circular ones that would go into my undershirt for long business meetings. I didn’t want to start leaking milk in front of a roomful of executives.
With the suitcase almost full, I perused my bedroom. It seemed I had everything. My laptop bag was ready with all the necessary documents and electronics. I’d pack the bathroom kit in the morning.
Satisfied that I was done so quickly, I hopped on the bed. Time to treat myself.
The discreet white box was a hassle to open. When I finally broke through the seals, I found a cream velvet tote inside. I shook out the contents onto the bed: a cable to plug the deviceinto electricity, a plastic tote with a few sets of silicone cups, two small bottles with a screw-on lid, an extra charger, and… bingo! My little toy.
I’d seen a video of an omega using it, so I didn’t have to read the manual. I plugged the device in and set it on the bed beside me. It was smaller than a can of soda. I screwed a bottle to one end. The two tubes already had suction cups attached. I unwrapped the protective film and fingered the texture. So soft.
Then I clicked the button.
The machine buzzed to life. With wonder, I put one finger to the mouth of one suction cup.
Oh hell.The pull was distinct.
I couldn’t wait.
I dragged my T-shirt over my head and eyed my pectorals. My nipples were tight, the mounds under them swollen and hard. My pecs had grown bigger over the past few months. It looked hot, but it had gotten really uncomfortable.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed the suction cup to my nipple.
“Aah!”
The feeling was electric. After a few pulses, my nipple softened and got dragged into the cup. When I let go, the cup remained attached. It pulled rhythmically, making my pec tingle. I hurried to attach the other cup.
