Page 30 of Outback Mate
I bark out humourless laughter. He’s got to be kidding. How is he still playing this game?
“I think you can make an educated guess, Doc.”
I squeal as he pinches one of my nipples in retribution for my smart comment. I indulge in the pleasant sting; probably not an effective reprimand if I enjoy it this much. He keeps one hand on one of my breasts, massaging it, weighing it like he’s fascinated by its size.
His spare hand slides lower. “This reaction to external stimuli definitely warrants further investigation. I have a theory of where the source of your oversensitivity is coming from.”
It happens so fast.
His hand dives into the waistband of my trousers and brushes my swollen clit over my drenched panties.
“Oh, fuck! There!” I cry, straining my hips up to meet his touch.
“Ah, yes. This area does seem particularly swollen,” he muses, tracing the soaking cotton over and around the bud. He doesn’t remove the fabric or his gloves, dedicated to his clinical inspection.
“Let’s see here,” he says, almost to himself. Methodically, he rubs against the outside of my pussy before delving deeper, pushing the sopping fabric between my folds.
“How’s that feel? Is the pressure helping with the inflammation?”
His touch is too soft to satisfy the overwhelming need burning through me.
Playing doctor is exhilarating, but I’m so ready for more.
His voice is gruff, his Alpha free of his rigid control. “Is it working?”
I squirm as he strokes up and down my folds. “Yesss.”
I try to spread my thighs to get him to touch me more.
It’s maddening.
He hums in contemplation.
“No, I don’t think this is the correct treatment.”
He removes his hand from my pants.
Chapter Ten
Poppy
With a snarl, I sit up and clasp his wrist in a firm grip. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“So aggressive. You don’t get to tell the doctor what treatment he should administer,” he admonishes me.
With dexterity I can’t follow, he snatches both of my hands in one of his, and presses them above my head into the examination table firmly.
With my arms pinned up, I’m exposed, my breasts thrust into the air and drool still glistening on my chin.
His breath fans over my face as he pants, staring down at me in the dark, only the dim glow from his pen light illuminating the room. I can smell how turned on I am. My slick is thick in the air, but underneath it is something much more mouthwatering.
Doctor Luke Nichols is leaking pre-come.
Salty and heady. My mouth waters.
“Then you better help me, Doctor Nichols,” I whisper back. “Help me like an Alpha should help his Omega.”
He sucks in a breath, and I hold mine.
