“Please?” she asks. “If you think you can help, please…”
Something about her words, her pleas, beckon me.
Beta wants to help. He doesn’t like seeing her uncomfortable.
“Okay, but you’ll have to be still. I don’t want to get the angle wrong and be right back where we are.”
I look at Gage, and he huffs out a sigh. “Fine.”
I press one palm on Gage’s hip and push him back far enough I can slide my hand between them. I try my hardest to focus, but it’s difficult. I’ve seen plenty of omegas, examined a good bit in my line of work, and I’m more than familiar with knots and dicks and the mechanics of things.
But this feels different.
This feels…
The minute my fingers touch her, all I feel is slick wetness that sends a jolt right to my cock, and I bite my tongue. This isn’t about me or some weird beta response to the enigma that is Auryn.
This is science. This is data. This is testing a hypothesis firsthand.
I let out a breath, looking up at the ceiling because I can’t look at either of them, or I will freak out. If I can pretend it’s not Auryn’s slick folds I’m touching, if I can pretend it’s not the solidness of Gage’s cock against my wrist, I can get through this.
I carefully trace my fingers over her clit, noting it’s quite swollen, which isn’t all that odd, but the area around it feels puffy. Probably slightly inflamed from all the wriggling. My thumb courses below, and Auryn whines, the sound making it hard to concentrate.
I find the spot I’m looking for as I press just below, recalling the image I’d seen in the article, and gently stroke it with my thumb in even time with my breathing. One, two, three…
Moisture coats my fingertips, and on the fourth stroke, there’s so much moisture I think for sure she’ll have no problem sliding off.
“Try now,” I say, my voice thicker than it should be as I take my hand away.
“Oh my God,” Gage says in relief, and the wet popping sound tells me it did indeed work.
It worked!
I grin as I pull my hand out, wiping it on my lab coat, trying not to think about the fact I just touched Auryn and Gage. Intimately.
If I think about it, I’ll freak out.
Think of something else, think of something else…
I turn around, clearing my throat as I head out the door. “Right, so, um…meet me in my lab whenever you are, uh…ready.”
With my back to them, I suck in a breath and head for my lab, not waiting for either of them. I head straight to my sink and scrub my hands, letting out a deep breath.
I swear I can still smell cinnamon, my insides twisting and full of heat.
Beta is…agitated. Confused. Hard.
Fifteen minutes after lunch, then it’s back to work. I just need to be better about managing myself, clearly.
A knock on my door alerts me, and I let out a breath.
“Come in,” I say, my voice betraying me.
Gage walks in. Without Auryn. I whine.
He looks at me with flushed cheeks and a smirk. “So…you wanted to talk to me about your findings, yeah?”
I’m more than glad to take his offer to discuss anything other than what just happened, so I launch into a spiel.
