Page 28 of Outback Mate
I can’t help but giggle, imagining his stern expression of disappointment.
He grunts and clicks his tongue.
“I thought you promised to behave for your doctor.” His voice deepens and my pussy clenches. That tone brooks no argument.
All it manages to accomplish is make me want to behave very, very badly so I know what happens when he decides he’s had enough.
I want to break his icy control.
I want him to ravage me.
I want his bite on my throat.
I smile sweetly into the dark, and try to sound as innocent as possible. “Oh, I’m sorry, Doc. I thought it would be easier for you to inspect me this way.”
I’m playing with fire. He could easily toss me out in the storm to fend for myself, but my instincts scream my Alpha would never allow any harm to befall me.
Not only that, I feel safe with him, even if his aura sickness is a bit intimidating. I think the darkness is helping. I feel emboldened. I want to help him break the rules. I want to encourage him to stop denying himself, and give in to this. Give in to me.
Silence grows between us, punctured by the storm raging outside. The air is so charged I swear it’s sparking like a live wire. The anticipation is driving me insane.
What’s he waiting for?
When he eventually speaks, his voice has a sharp edge. It’s deeper, rumbling through his chest, with a savage quality.
“You’re trouble. Do you know that?”
I squirm with delight. As much as I like Doctor Nichols, I like my Alpha better and it seems I’ve provoked him out of hiding.
He clicks his tongue, the sharp sound making me flinch. “Playing your games, pushing your Alpha until he breaks.”
I make a sound of protest. A garbled whine of indignation. I don’t need a ‘firm hand’; I’m not a bad Omega.
“That mouth of yours is naughty,” he says, his gloved hand grasping my chin and directing my face towards him. “I think that might be a symptom. Shall we investigate?”
Before I reply, his fingers tap at my lips. “Say ‘ah’ for the doctor, sweetheart.”
My cunt throbs enthusiastically and I part my lips without hesitation.
I squeak in shock as his first and middle finger delve into my mouth, pressing on my tongue. Something inside me unlocks, and I melt into his touch. My submissive Omega more than likes this dominant position. Shelovesit.
“Open wide,” he coos, and I obey immediately, stretching my mouth wide.
There’s a dull click, and a beam of weak light shines from his other hand, held aloft and pointed at my mouth. It’s his pen light.
“Let’s see what is making this pretty little mouth so filthy.” I feel the puff of his breath on my face as he comes closer to ‘inspect’ me.
Drool pools around his fingers, and my tongue begins to fight against his hold, eager to swallow. In response, he drags his fingers in and out of my mouth, massaging the saliva over my lips until it spills onto my chin.
Another reprimanding click of his tongue, and he whispers beneath his breath, “Messy girl.”
I shudder. It’s different now that I know he canseehow depraved I’m willing to become for him. The small dagger of light gives him a full view of my dripping lips.
His voice dips impossibly lower and I wonder if he’s slipping into rut. If he does, he’ll surely trigger my heat. “Yes, now I can see what the problem is. You’re hungry for your Alpha’s cock, aren’t you?”
I moan, my eyes fluttering closed as I try to speak, “Yes, yes, yes. So fucking hungry.” Except his fingers are still in my mouth, controlling my tongue, and it comes out as a garbled whine.
A huff of air fans over my face as he exhales in something akin to amusement. “Suck.”
