Tibby whimpered, “Too much.” Her hips bucked up hard to meet me halfway and my knot slid inside and popped out with some difficulty, and I knew that the next thrust would be the one in which my knot would finally slip inside of her and lock us together.
“No, sweet girl, not nearly enough,” I growled as I pushed forward, pushing until I felt my knot slip inside of her and lock behind her pelvic bone, trapping us together. The clutch and flutter of her entrance around the sensitive knot was enough to make me grunt and bury my face in her neck, inhaling her strawberry scent in order to center myself.
I was going to lose it soon and seriously embarrass myself if I couldn’t keep it together, but luckily for me Tibby’s legs stiffened and she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she came.
I tumbled into my own orgasm seconds later, feeling the heat of my cum as it filled her, my knot still locking us together and nearly knocking me out from the sheer force of it.
We lay panting together for a few minutes, our breathing ragged, and I rolled so that we were laying amongst the pillows with our legs entangled, while we waited for my knot to deflate.
“I shouldn’t have teased you about rocking my world,” Tibby rasped, her whole body was flushed the most delightful shade of pink, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat. “I think you nearly knocked me into another universe, Matteo.”
My laugh was tired, but I pressed a gentle kiss to her damp forehead, “And don’t you ever forget it Tibathon.”
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Eventually, my knotdeflated enough for us to stumble towards the bathroom and into the huge shower in the back corner of the room. We, of course, performed an encore in the shower(who do you think I am?),but with no knot this time. I could knot Tibby forever, but I also was feeling the instinctual need to get some food into the omega, so knotting could wait.
We took turns toweling each other off before I left her room to get dressed. As I entered the hallway shamelessly naked, the first person I saw was Cobb exiting one of the guest bedrooms, and I grinned at him, wiggling my fingers in a wave.
“Seriously, Matteo?” Cobb asked as I passed him and headed for my own bedroom door.
“What? You and Theo are the only ones with your weird law enforcement hangups. Don’t put that on Aria and me,” I blew him a cheeky kiss before entering my room, still relishing in the strawberries and cream scent that still lingered on my skin despite using soap only a few minutes before.
I started to get dressed for the day and as I was pulling on a pair of jeans, my phone rang with a familiar ring tone. “This is Matteo Diaz,” I said, answering it in a chipper tone.
“Sir, you can’t just go on vacation with no notice,” whined Dr. Reisler, my Assistant Chief of Medicine. In the two and a half years since I’d taken over as Chief of Medicine at SF General, Reisler had been my right-hand man through it all.
Normally, a doctor my age would still be decades away from a Chief of Medicine position at any hospital, let alone one of the larger hospitals in a metropolitan area. When I’d been contacted by the board of SF General, they were desperate. The hospital was in hot water due to the former Chief of Medicine running what can be most easily described as a sex club that involved nurses, doctors, and even a couple of board members. It had been all over the news when it broke, and the hospital had turned into a giant dumpster fire.
So, they called me. I’d taken what I guess could best be referred to as the ‘expedited track’ to my career. I worked my ass off in high school and university, finishing my bachelor’s degree by twenty. Then, I entered medical school and finished that by twenty-four, when most people were graduating with their first degree. That was followed by three years of residency and from there I began consulting in various emergency departments on the East and West coast, helping them to maximize their efficiency. It was my talent, I’d found. It had also gotten me noticed by the board of SF General.
I’d taken one look at the hospital and had decided that it needed a full-scale overhaul. I’d fired all of the doctors and nurses that had even had a whiff of being involved in the previous Chief’s mess. It had ended with a skeleton staff, and I’d flown around for the first six months of my tenure finding some of the best and the brightest and hiring them. As a result, my staff, well, was on the younger side of the spectrum. Including Adrian Reisler who was thirty, a beta, and a fourth-year resident, he’d been one of the few people that I kept at the hospital after my overhaul, and had been basically holding everything together while the former Chief of Medicine cavorted like Hugh Hefner.
So, once he’d finally completed his residency, I made him my assistant Chief of Medicine, a position that I had to create myself. The poor guy was generally stressed out, and a bit like a shaky chihuahua at times, but he knew how to do his job and do it well.
“You’re going to be fine, Riesler. You are fully capable of handling things when I’m gone. You just have to put a little bit of oomph behind your words.” While he was a great doctor, Reisler tended to get pushed around by the other physicians at the hospital. I knew that he had leadership capabilities inside of him, and I’d been planning on taking a little sabbatical for the last year to, metaphorically, take off his training wheels. If you haven’t guessed yet, I’m the training wheels.
“No sir, I...” The doctor on the other end of the line began, when another voice joined him on the call.
“Dr. Reisler, are you bothering Dr. Diaz? Give me the phone.” A woman’s voice said as the phone was wrestled out of Dr. Reisler’s hands.
“Dr. Diaz?” Paula Lemon, a beta, and my Chief Nursing Officer’s voice came through the phone. She was a stone-faced forty-year-old with a no-nonsense attitude. She’d also been one of my few other holdovers from the previous Chief of Medicine’s staff. She had been working at SF general for almost fifteen years and knew the hospital inside and out.
“Paula, my goddess, my deity, how are things going? Has the hospital crashed and burned without me over the past forty-eight hours, like Dr. Reisler would have me believe?” I knew that wasn’t the case, I’d definitely have received a phone call from one of the other doctors if there really was an issue.
“No. Everything is fine here, though I might knock Dr. Reisler out for everyone’s sake.” I heard Reisler’s protests at the notion. My favorite pastime at the hospital was watching the two of them bicker back and forth like an old married couple. They famously disagreed on almost everything and usually brought their arguments to me to be the deciding factor.
I chuckled, “Let’s refrain from doing that. I need him in top form to keep the hospital running.”
I knew that things would run okay without me, but these two wouldn’t get anything done if they kept arguing so much. “Try not to argue too much, remember to put the patients and other employees first over your arguments, and please try to compromise, for me?”
Paula actually tch’d on the other end of the line, but quickly responded, “Fine.”
“Beautiful, you are my queen, call me if you need anything.” Dr. Reisler had started to say that he still needed to speak with me, but the phone hung up with a click only seconds later and left me laughing to myself as I stood alone in my bedroom. They were either going to kill each other while I was gone or sleep together. I just wasn’t quite sure which, I was hoping for the latter as it’d definitely make things more interesting when I returned after the trial was over.
Leaving my room I was greeted by the smell of bacon at the top of the landing to the stairs. Tibby’s voice floated up to me and the memory of her moans very nearly made me hard again. I needed to quickly get a hold of myself, or I’d have to head right back into my room and take a cold shower.
