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“Bedside manner, my ass,” Jedrik growls.
“Please, stop.” I turn my head, taking in my grumpy twin. “I need him too.”
He studies me before the anger seems to drain from him. “Is he yours?” I’m not sure why he phrased it that way. Maybe he senses the connection I have with my men. I nod my head weakly, what I already said, sucking the energy right out of me. “Then we’ll figure it out.” He kisses me softly, and I immediately try to deepen it. The sated swell from my orgasm is quickly leaving me, as evidenced by the painful cramping.
“Stop.” Emmett’s commanding voice cuts through the haze threatening to overtake me. I need my first knot like I need my next breath of air. Jedrik pulls away, much to my chagrin, and glares at the man like he’s already fucked up. “If you work her up, there will be very little I can do to keep her from being in pain until Ryland is here. Go get him. Now.”
Jed sighs. “You better not hurt her. If you do, you’ll answer to my brother and me. “ He moves in to kiss me goodbye but stops himself with a wince. “I’ll be back soon, Trouble. Be a good girl while I’m gone.”
A second later he’s gone, and Emmett whispers, “That was my line.”
My stomach cramps again. It’s so harsh, a yelp is ripped from my throat. “Emmett, please,” I beg.
“Shit. You’re okay, Little Omega.” He rushes to his locked medicine cabinet and scrambles for his keys. “Hold on. I have something that will help you until Ryland gets here.”
Nothing he could give me from that cabinet is what I truly need, and he knows it. Taking advantage of him being distracted, I quickly strip my pants. The moment they’re off, I feel much better. The cold air helps cool me between my legs, but it brings my attention to what I really crave. My hand snakes down my front until I’m dipping my fingers through my slick, which is aptly named.
My clit instantly throbs as I dip my fingers lower, and I can’t stifle my moan. Emmett whips around at the sound and rushes to me. His hand firmly grips my wrist, yanking it away from my pussy. The slick on my fingertips drips down my palm, drawing my gaze, which makes Emmett look too. He sucks in a sharp breath, nostrils flaring.
The way he’s holding my hand has it hovering in the air right next to his face. In the blink of an eye, he’s licking the trail of slick that reached my wrist, all the way until he’s sucking the two fingers I used into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue on the digits sends tingles throughout my body, every inch of myself reacting to it. Goosebumps erupt, my nipples harden, more slick wets my thighs.
Emmett sucks the slick as he removes my fingers with a slight pop, cleaning them to the very end. As if suddenly realizing what he did, his eyes go wide and he takes a step back. “Shit. I shouldn’t have done that.”
The sudden loss of him has my body cramping once more, and a pitiful whine spills from me. Is this what being in heat is like? Because I hate it. “Emmett, it hurts.”
“Damn it. I really fucked up.” His eyes frantically dart around the room, searching for a solution to help me. But the way he does it makes it clear he already knows what it is. “It’s a medical procedure at this point. If I don’t she’ll be in excruciating pain,” he murmurs under his breath.
He moves to the end of the table and positions two stirrups into place, before gently pulling me along the crinkly sheet to the end. Grabbing onto one ankle, he moves it to one of the stirrups, making it all too real what he has planned. I kick my leg out, landing my heel into his stomach. With an oof, he doubles over; the wind getting knocked out of him. Good. At least we can both be in pain. Misery does love company.
As Emmett rights himself, he levels me with a stern glare.
“Absolutely no—“ my objection cuts off as a burst of white pain explodes behind my eyelids. When it passes, I continue, “Not. You won’t treat me like I’m some patient you’re being forced to touch.” I roll onto my side, panting as another wave rushes through my body. I knew I never wanted to be an omega. This is something I’d wish on my worst enemy.
Something snaps in my reluctant doctor, and pain crosses his eyes before he jumps into movement. Coming to the edge of the table, he scoops me into his arms and strides to the other side of the room, sitting on the rolling chair he sometimes uses. “I’m sorry, Little Omega.” He kisses my temple, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re right. Will you let me help you?”
I weakly nod my head. His touch has staved off the pain, for now, and the sudden relief leaves me exhausted. His fingertips trail across my heated thigh, and with our temperature differences, he might as well have used ice. A shiver runs through me as I enjoy the sensation. I need more of that.
A furrow forms between his brows as he concentrates, and I can’t help but reach up to turn his head so he’s looking at me. “Kiss me?” I beg.
“I don’t want to take something during your heat that you normally wouldn’t give.”
That’s a load of horseshit if I’ve ever heard one. Why do they think a woman doesn’t know what she wants because her body takes over? I know exactly what I want. In fact, the heat is only helping me to drop my inhibitions. “You and I both know we want it. It’s why you’ve been avoiding me.”
His head sags. “I should’ve caught this before you showed any signs. It’s all my fault. You never should have experienced this pain.” Emmett’s eyes pierce into me once more, begging me to forgive him while giving away that he doesn’t think he deserves it.
“Then make it up to me. Give us what we both want. Stop holding back. It’s only hurting us.” I probably shouldn’t, but I hold my breath, waiting for his response.
“If we give in, it could hurt us in the long run. I’m not on this season’s show. There’s no way we can end up together unless your pack allows it. We have no idea if they would do it. Do you think the risk is worth it?”
Well, at least it seems like he’s thought it through. “Faith, Emmett. We need to have faith. But resisting is hurting me more than exploring the instant bond we have together.”
My words seem to have made up his mind for him. He closes the fraction of space between us, his lips meeting mine in an explosion of pleasure that rockets through my body. Now this is what a heat is supposed to feel like. Every sensation is heightened exponentially. His kisses have my toes curling, and when his tongue teases at my seam, my pussy flutters in joy.
Emmett gives in completely. It’s everything and more than I’ve been wanting since the first day we met. His hand continues trailing up my thigh, reaching my core, where he doesn’t hesitate to dip his fingers into my slick. The combination of my heat and having Emmett finally give in and touch me makes for a potent concoction. This is the most pleasure I’ve ever felt.
His fingers tease along my slit, up and down, avoiding the spots I want him to touch most. The pain has become a distant ache, threatening to come back if I don’t get what I need. My whimper makes its way past his lips, where he tries to keep it contained. He smiles through the kiss, knowing my sounds of displeasure are due to his teasing. His strong hand cradles the back of my head, pressing me even closer as he finally sinks his fingers into my soaked core. I know I have to be leaving a puddle on his lap, yet neither of us cares.
The thrusting of his fingers has sparks of electricity shooting throughout my body, drawing me closer to an orgasm. And yet, it almost feels as if it’s coming too quickly. I want to enjoy having him give in for longer. Who knows if this will be the thing that permanently sends him running from me. He’s threatened it before.
