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Now she was calling me Daddy. Begging me to lick her. It was ridiculous. I would give up every possession I owned for one hour with my tongue in her pussy.
I plunged it in again, then moved back to her swollen clit, loving the way her hands threaded through my short hair as she struggled with the waves of pleasure she was feeling. It was all new to her, and I loved the idea that her first real climax would be from my mouth.
And my hands. With one hand still holding her thigh, I lifted the other to her wet entrance, angling my hand so my finger would crook upward, against the front wall. I’d seen this technique in a series of videos I’d watched over the past month, but I’d only gotten the first inch of my finger inside her when I realized there was going to be a problem.
“Um, Donovan?” she gritted out. “That’s… just one finger?”
She sounded concerned. I was every bit as worried. I’d never imagined a woman could be this small. Tight, hot, and impossibly narrow.
I kept licking, working the tip of my finger up to the first knuckle into her, my mind buzzing with a combination of lust and concern. “It is, baby doll. Just relax, let me in. I’m going to make you feel so good.” I renewed my licking, stroking as gently as I could with my fingertip until she relaxed, and I was able to push more of my thick forefinger inside.
She was so tight, I knew I wouldn’t be fucking her anytime soon, heat or not. I’d have to stretch her, get her used to one finger, then two. Maybe use her toys—that was it.
Her next sound was half-whimper, half-shriek, as finally I was able to reach the spot inside that I'd been seeking. She cried out as I circled my tongue faster, a little harder, my finger inside mirroring the motion.
“Yes!” She exploded in a climax that had her pussy tightening so hard on my finger, it almost hurt. Her juices flooded out of her and all over my beard, soaking me in her cinnamon-sweet aroma.
I felt like I’d won every lottery in the world. Like I’d justified my existence on the earth. I’d given this perfect woman true pleasure. I hummed around her clit, gentling my motions for a moment until I realized… she was crying.
Instantly, I had her face in my hands, my eyes on her tear-filled ones. “Baby girl, did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”
“I just… never…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, but I understood.
“That really was your first one, wasn’t it?” I asked, and she nodded as I gathered her up to my chest. I carried her to my bedroom as she sobbed, mumbling what sounded like thank you, as well as something about telling her sisters.
I rocked her until she fell asleep. Then I took the cobbler out of the oven, helped myself to a large serving, and carried a bottle of water into the bedroom.
I let myself think about what her brother had said on the phone. How he’d threatened to cut my dick off if I hurt her, and then quietly asked me to see her through her heat, if it came.
“She’s been on suppressants for five years. The only memory she has of a heat was her first experience, when she was attacked by a group of boys at school. Some of them had already revealed as alphas, and they used their barks to make her hold still while they… Well. That’s why we forbid any alphas from barking. She goes almost catatonic when she hears it.”
I fought the urge to tear down the door, go find those assholes, and rip out their spines. “I read the file, and Bobby gave me a few details. I need more information on the health concerns she’s having, though. I can’t keep her safe if I don’t know everything. Why would her doctor prescribe sex?”
Nicholas Paxson sighed deeply. “At the end of December—not long after you took the job—she started having complications. Shortness of breath, heart palpitations, all signs that she’s been on the suppressants too long.”
“Tell me she’s not still taking them.” Had I seen her slip a pill in her mouth? My blood went cold.
“She’s been on a much lower dose. Her doctor has been weaning her off the pills, and the ones she has left are only meant to be taken in an emergency. If her heat started around an unsuitable alpha…”
“I’m unsuitable, Mr. Paxson. You don’t need to say it. I’ll bring her ho?—”
“No. I need to ask something else of you. I know it’s not your job. The girls all say you’re the best option.” It sounded like he was chewing glass as he went on. “The other men call you?—”
“Monk. I know.” I cleared my throat. “I’m not one. You know what I mean. I just… I’m not celibate.” I had a feeling Paxson would have accessed my health records, so I didn’t mention that I was clean.
“Good. That’s good. I don’t want to ask you to do something against your nature.”
“Helping her would not be against my nature,” I replied, my face flaming. “It’s my job.”
“Hell no. You can’t be an employee if I’m going to ask this of you. I’ll have to fire you.”
“If you didn’t, I’d have to quit,” I agreed.
“I’ll text Storm Halder now, and let him know. You’ll get unemployment?—”
I scoffed. “I may not be a billionaire, but I’ve got more than enough. I was about to retire anyway.”
“Thank you. We need you to stay with her. Her heat may or may not even happen. It could take a week or more to fully set in, and she’ll need… you.”
