The kiss is nothing like I planned. Not gentle. Not clinical. Not the careful, controlled encounter I had mapped out in my head. It's desperate and messy and consuming, all tongue and teeth and the soft sounds she makes against my mouth.
She tastes like need. Like heat and honey and just like Jessica.
I lower her onto her back, settling between her thighs, and break the kiss to look at her.
Flushed cheeks. Parted lips. Dark hair spread across the pillow like a halo. Her chest heaves with each breath, breasts rising and falling, marked by my brothers' mouths.
Absolutely beautiful.
"I'm going to take care of you." I trace my fingers down her sternum, between her breasts, over the soft curve of her stomach. "But I need you to tell me if anything hurts. If you want to stop. Can you do that?"
"I don't want to stop." She arches into my touch. "I want everything."
"You'll get everything." My hand slides lower, through the damp curls between her legs, and she whimpers. "But at my pace. Understood?"
"Pedro..." Her voice breaks on my name.
That sound. That desperate, broken sound. It snaps the last thread of my control.
I push two fingers inside her without warning, and she cries out, back arching off the bed. She's so wet I slide in easily, her inner walls clenching around me, pulling me deeper.
"That's it." I curl my fingers, searching for the spot I know will make her scream. "Let me hear you."
"Oh God." Her hands fist in the sheets. "Right there. Right there, please..."
I find the spot and press hard.
She shatters.
The orgasm rips through her with violent force, her whole body convulsing, my name tearing from her throat like a prayer. I work her through it, fingers still moving, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she's trembling and gasping and completely undone.
"Good girl." I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth, tasting her arousal. "So responsive. So perfect."
Her eyes go wide as she watches me lick her slick from my skin.
"That's..." She swallows hard. "That's really hot."
"You taste incredible." I lean down to kiss her again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. "I could do that all day."
"Stop thinking like a doctor." She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
"This isn't a medical procedure. This is us. Be with me. Not as my physician. As my alpha."
The distinction breaks something in my chest. She's right. She doesn't need Dr. Negrorio right now. She needs me.
"Tell me what you want," I manage.
"You," she breathes. "Just you. No monitoring. No checking vitals. Just feel me. Feel us."
I know the biology. Post-orgasm, omega bodies in heat have a brief window of satisfaction before the need surges back stronger than before. She needs to be filled. Locked together. Claimed completely, her body refusing to let go until it's satisfied.
I want to give her that. Want it more than I've wanted anything in my entire life.
I reach down to free myself from my pants, and her hand wraps around my length before I can stop her.
"Jessica." My voice comes out strangled. "You don't have to..."
"I want to." She strokes me slowly, firmly, learning my shape. "I want to feel all of you. Know all of you."
