Noah’s pupils dilate, his scent sharpening with desire. In one fluid motion, he lifts me onto the library table, scattering medical journals in all directions. His mouth finds mine in a kiss that’s all hunger and need, his hands gripping my hips to pull me against him.
I moan softly as his tongue slides against mine, my legs wrapping around his waist. The stress and frustration of the past few days melt away under the heat of his touch.
“I can feel your unhappiness through the bond,” Noah murmurs against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “It’s like sandpaper under my skin. I need to make you feel better.”
His hands slide up my scrub top, fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin that make me shiver. I reach for his belt, desperate to feel more of him, but he catches my wrists gently.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough with restraint. “This is about you.”
Before I can protest, he’s sinking to his knees in front of me, pushing my scrub pants and underwear down in one efficient movement. The cool air of the library hits my heated skin, making me gasp.
“Noah, we can’t—someone might?—“
“Mercer will take off early now that he knows I’m back and no one else comes in here,” he assures me, looking up with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “And if they try, the door is locked.”
Any further objections die in my throat as he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his stubble creating a delicious friction against my sensitive skin. My head falls back, a whimper escaping me as his mouth moves higher.
The first touch of his tongue against my core sends electricity shooting up my spine. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, my hands clutching the edge of the table for support. Noah works me with the same precision and focus he brings to medicine—methodical, thorough, and devastatingly effective.
“You taste like heaven,” he growls against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. “I’ve been thinking about this since I left.”
My hips buck involuntarily as he slides a finger inside me, curling it to hit exactly the right spot while his tongue continues its relentless assault. The dual stimulation pushes me rapidly toward the edge, tension building at the base of my spine.
“Noah,” I gasp, one hand moving to tangle in his hair. “I’m going to?—“
“Let go,” he commands, the alpha timbre in his voice impossible to resist. “Come for me, Holly. Come for me, my pretty little omega.”
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and vision. I bite down on my free hand to muffle my cries as my body convulses with pleasure. Noah works me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks subside, until I’m a boneless, panting mess on the library table.
When I finally regain my senses, he’s standing between my legs again, looking entirely too pleased with himself. I reach for his belt buckle, intent on returning the favor, but he catches my hands and brings them to his lips, kissing each palm.
“That would be inappropriate for the workplace,” he says with a mischievous smile, helping me adjust my clothes back into place.
I roll my eyes, still floating in post-orgasmic bliss. “But what you just did wasn’t?”
“Nope, because pleasuring you is essentially a team-building exercise. I can’t concentrate when I feel you suffering.” Hisexpression turns serious, a hand coming up to stroke my cheek. “I’m your alpha. It’s my responsibility to take care of you.”
The simple admission makes my chest ache with tenderness. This alpha—my alpha—crossed half the state because he felt my distress. It’s still so new, this bond between us, but moments like this make me wonder how I ever thought I could live without it.
But he still hasn’t offered to bond you back. None of them has.
It’s been getting harder to ignore the slithering voice in my head that sounds suspiciously like my mother. Noah and the other men have been amazing, but I can’t fight off the voice of insecurity in my head that assures me they’re just having fun while it’s easy. They don’t have any intention of turning this into something permanent.
Pushing down that traitorous voice, I briefly lean into Noah’s touch. “Thank you.”
Noah smiles and strokes my cheek softly before pulling away. “Now, you should get back out there. Mercer probably left you a stack of charts to get through.”
“Is that my attending talking, Dr. Klinkhart?” I tease, sliding off the table on slightly wobbly legs.
“Absolutely.” He steals one more quick kiss. “And tonight, when you get home, I’ll show you just how unprofessional I can be.”
The promise sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I straighten my scrubs, attempting to look composed and professional despite the lingering flush I’m sure is visible on my cheeks.
“I’ll hold you to that,” I say, forcing myself to head to the door despite an overwhelming urge to wrap myself around him and not let go.
Feeling me through the bond might have been a distraction from work for him, but his physical presence is very much a distraction for me.
As I settle down in front of all the work Dr. Mercer left me for me, I remind myself that I have three amazing alphas to go back to when this shift is over.
