Page 27 of Outback Mate
The gland is hot and undeniably pulsing with her heartbeat. The flesh is thinner here, making it easier for an Alpha to bite and break the skin. I haven’t touched one since medical school, and my head spins.
This is where an Omega is most vulnerable. Her trust is intoxicating.
She turns, and I feel her studying my face, the whites of her eyes stark in the darkness. I imagine her pupils have dilated, turning the blue of her irises a dark, hungry black.
“Do you think it needs special treatment, Doctor?” she asks, and I know I’m doomed.
I want her, every damn bit of her.
“I–” My voice cracks on the first attempt to speak, and I swallow thickly. “I’ll need to examine your other symptoms. Where else does it ache?”
I hear rustling as she leans back on her elbows, “My nipples, doctor.”
I lick my lips and nod my head.
She’s got me.
I can’t stop.
I won’t stop.
Chapter Nine
Poppy
Gotcha.
He doesn’t know me yet, otherwise he’d know I wouldn’t give up so easily.
It’s not a subtle, diabolical plan. Even though the fog from my head injury has lessened after my nap, I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders. Besides, sometimes the simple plans work.
And this one is working like a charm.
But it also completely backfires.
I thought that if I could tempt him into touching me, he’d realise just how ridiculous he’s being by rejecting his scent-matched mate. Instead, it’s kicked me into the deep end of mind-numbing arousal.
If he rejects me again now, I’m screwed because I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
If I knew playing doctor would make me so hot and bothered, I would’ve lurked outside of my local hospital.
That’s not the full picture, though. It’s not the scenario that has me panting with need. It’s him. Doctor Luke Nichols. The ice-cold Alpha who rescued me from the Outback and cares for orphaned animals. His scent makes my eyes cross with a whiff, and his voice alone does unholy things to my body. Add on our undeniable connection, and how am I supposed to resist him?
It’s so dark in the room, I can only see vague shadows. He’s hovering above me, doing his best to appear professional as he strokes down my shoulder, and it’s enough to make me whimper in anticipation.
“And how does this feel?” he asks as he diligently taps at the red mark on my collarbone. It’s sore from the seat belt restraining me during the accident, but it’s nothing compared to the throbbing in other southern areas.
He’s being so thorough, teasing and tantalizing me. He’s moving so slow, I might burst into flames before he gives us what we both need.
His hands move lower, the latex of his gloves sliding over my shirt.
“I’m going to do a physical examination of your… breasts now.”
He doesn’t move, like he’s paralysed. I feel the tension vibrating through his arm. He’s fighting himself, against his Alpha instincts to touch and claim his mate. He wants to stop himself, but he can’t.
I take mercy on him and reach for the hem of my shirt. I arch my back and pull the top off in one movement, tossing the garment in his face.
That’s called payback, ice-man. Throw a shirt in my face, and I’ll send one right back.
