Page 26 of Outback Mate
I groan.
Hot, wet, parted, eager.
“My mating gland. It’s throbbing, and between my legs… It’s wet.”
I feel the corner of her mouth hitch up, her lips stretching as a small smirk slides into place.
Fucking hell.
Clever, cheeky Omega.
This is a trap, an absolutely cruel and irresistible honey pot.
My mind frantically tries to justify not treating the patient’s ‘symptoms,’ but my cock has wrested control. Rational reasoning clicked out of existence along with the power. In the dark, my aura sickness has almost evaporated. The emotionless icy Alpha is gone, and now I just burn. Burn. Burn.
I swallow.
“Is it?”
“Yes.” She nods her head, her breathing coming in shallow pants. “Do you think you can help me, Doctor?”
Help. Her.
I slip my thumb back between her lips, and shudder when her tongue flicks over the tip. She’s begging for it. She doesn’t need a doctor, she needs to be knotted and bred. Her scent tells me she’s ready for it. I’m barely resisting the urge to fall on her like an animal in rut.
“Right. Well, then… if you’re feeling so unwell, let’s do an examination of the afflicted areas.”
She pauses, and I can imagine her brows are furrowed in confusion. Apparently, this isn’t what she expected me to do.
She wanted me to break.
Not a chance in hell am I going to break before she does.
If she wants to antagonise and provoke her Alpha, then she’s going to get what she asked for.
A thorough physical check from her doctor.
I pull away from her and turn to the supplies table and snap on a pair of latex gloves, as if they’ll justify what I’m about to do to the pretty patient on my examination table.
“Can you lay on your back for me?” I say as I step to her bedside and stand, looming over her in the darkened room. “I’ll start with the mating gland. I can’t see, so I’ll rely on touch. Is that okay?”
I’m a terrible doctor and a despicable Alpha, but it doesn’t stop me from doing this. This is what she asked for. She provoked me.
I can’t stop.
Not now.
The instinct to touch her and scent her and kiss her has risen up from deep inside me, demanding satisfaction. I’m powerless to resist.
She nods.
I trail my hand up her arm, brushing over the sleeve of the scrub shirt, and gently caress her neck. She swallows as my fingers dance over her throat, and I feel it bob, the muscles working underneath my fingertips.
I pause for a moment to calm myself before continuing my search, walking my fingers over her skin and caressing the spots I remember made her gasp when I kissed them earlier. I’m thorough, a good doctor who leaves no stone unturned.
I hover my hand over the juncture of her shoulder and neck before alighting my fingers gently on the small raised bump, and she sucks air through her teeth.
A small “oh,” slips past her lips, and I purse mine together.
