Page 19 of Where the Current Takes Him
The thought of strolling into an unknown medical center, staffed by literal aliens, and doing it alone was all too much. The Alpha’s presence might at least make him feel a little more secure. After all, Beau’s body was his bargaining chip here.Loriun wouldn’t let the future bearer of his children come to harm.
I hope.
Loriun offered him a small smile. “I will wait here while you get ready to leave.”
When Beau attempted to fill his lungs with a calming breath, he was inundated with the tarpine scent of Loriun’s pheromones. His gray sweatpants did little to contain the sudden hardness within.
To Beau’s shock, a faint rivulet of slick began to trickle from his body. Either his heat suppressant dose was lower than he thought, or Alpha pheromones were more powerful than he’d imagined.
“Are you…” Beau closed his eyes as his cock throbbed, stiffening to a point of near-pain. “Are you doing that on purpose?”
Loriun narrowed his eyes. “Doing what?”
“No, nothing.” Beau seized the paper bag of croissants and held it over the evidence of his arousal. “I’ll go get changed.”
Utterly humiliating.
He rummaged through the suitcase that still lay open on the floor of the bedroom, looking for something that would look acceptable in contrast to the stunning Mer in the next room, and also thinking very hard about his grandmother.
By the time Beau emerged from the bedroom, he was both presentable in an airy short-sleeve button down, and fully flaccid. He forced a smile and said, “Let’s get going, then.”
Loriun scanned him from head to toe. “You look wonderful.”
“Thank you,” Beau mumbled. He’d never received this many compliments in such a short time span and was unsure how to accept them with grace. So, instead, he grabbed his wallet off the counter and half-ran out the front door.
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If Loriun hadn’t pulled into the parking lot, Beau wouldn’t have believed this place was a clinic. The structure looked more like a fairytale cottage, with climbing vines and flower beds accenting the butter-yellow siding. A small sign hanging beside the entrance read, “Poseidon Omega Clinic.”
A scarlet-scaled hand reached out and opened the door for him.
“Oh. Thanks.” Beau scuttled inside to find a little waiting area designed to look like a hobbit’s living room, and a kind-faced Mer Omega at the reception desk. His scales and fins were fully retracted, unlike most other Mer on the island, and he could almost be mistaken for human.
“Good morning,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Can I have your name please?”
“Beau… mont Montgomery.” He hated using his government name.
“Ah yes, we’ve been expecting you, Beaumont.”
Before Beau could correct the receptionist, Loriun’s low voice slid across his ears. “He prefers Beau. Please add that to his file.”
“Right away, Mr. Kolhn.” The Omega dipped his head slightly before typing a quick note into his computer. “Okay, Beau. Follow me, and I’ll take you to the examination room. Your Alpha can wait in the—”
“I will be accompanying him.”
The receptionist shot Beau a questioning glance.
“Yes.” Beau nodded. “He can come.”
A wide hand rested lightly on his lower back as he and Loriun followed the receptionist into a hallway. Even this space looked like it had been ripped straight out of somebody’s great aunt’s house.
There were only three examination rooms, and each appeared to be empty.
“Do you not have many Omegas in this area?” Beau asked. “I’ve never been in a clinic this small.”
“Oh, that’s not the reason,” the receptionist answered. “We find that many humans experience discomfort or fear in medical settings. To combat this issue, we have opened many small clinics specifically designed to put our patients at ease. We have received excellent feedback on this particular arrangement.”
“I can see why,” Beau agreed. He hadn’t even had one heart palpitation—unheard of for him.
