“Good girl.” The second the words slip past my lips I consider the error of my barely said praise as she whines deep in her throat. Thankfully I’ve already covered the distance back to my office and I have her inside, the whirr of the electronic lock clicks in place with a resounding noise, and the lights blinker out, plunging us into darkness.
We stay against the door, the both of us pressing our ears to the door. I know the Alpha prowling the corridor can’t get at us but that doesn’t mean I drop my guard for a second. When the footsteps seem to stop in front of my door, I pick her up again and hide her in the corner, shielding her with my body as I lower her to the floor making us as small as possible.
“He can’t get in.” I whisper my words against the shell of her ear.
Her breathing hitches. “Would you stop putting your lips on me! Jesus wept. Honestly, can’t you tell I’m freaking the hell out because there’s a crazy Alpha on the loose AND I’m having a goddamn Omega moment.”
“Hmmm.” I keep my lips where they are. “Let’s go back to that moment you’re speaking about. You smell good enough to eat.”
“You can’t eat me!” She hisses back, although her tone suggests she doesn’t quite believe her own words.
“Pretty sure I can,” I murmur while purposely blowing a slow breath into her face. “It might be what the doctor orders. It would certainly help your predicament.”
“Are you a doctor?” She groans softly as her butt slides to the ground. But it’s not in pain as confirmed by the heat wafting off her skin.
“Funnily enough, I am. Which means I’m more than qualified,” I say, letting my hands skate down her shoulders. She shivers under my touch and leans back against my chest.
I laugh when she nabs one of my hands and places it on her stomach and presses it. God, I can nearly feel the squeezing cramp under my hand. I shuffle behind her and then use both my hands to massage the exact spot.
“Yeah, just like that,” she encourages; her head slumps back, hitting my shoulder.
She’s still for a moment but like her, I can feel another cramp building again.
“You’re too far gone.”
“No shit, Sherlock. Are you really a doctor?” she murmurs. “You smell way too good to be a doctor.”
“How many doctors do you go around sniffing.” I growl at the same time she pitches up; my mouth falls to her neck and when she moans it’s not in pain. “I am a doctor.”
“Perfect. Then you’ll know the only relief I’ll get now is if you put your fingers in my pussy and make me come.”
Another waveof spasm cramps her stomach muscles and it’s more intense than the others. Her bubble-gum scent thickens but it’s also got the added component of her sweet slick now.
“And don’t you dare judge me for wearing fucking grandma-undies.” She snarls before it turns into a pained whine. “Please, it hurts.”
One hand stays massaging her stomach, the other searches for the opening of the pants she’s wearing but our hands clash as she deals with them herself. And then she nabs my hand and guides it straight down inside her underwear. Her panties are saturated, her pussy dripping wet and my finger glides through her silky folds.
I groan against her skin as the walls of her pussy squeezes around my finger in need.
“You’re ready for more.”
“I’m ready for a goddamn knot, but yes I’ll take another finger or three.” She hisses before her hips start rolling over my hand.
Her panties are tight around my hand but she widens her legs and pushes back against me giving me the room to have her writhing in pleasure in no time at all. The only noise is her heavy breathing, and the slick each time my fingers move in and out her pussy.
“So close,” she whimpers, her own hand joining mine, and I feel her desperation as she circles her clit.
“Put your fingers in my mouth,” I demand as I stop massaging her stomach to concentrate on making her flood my hand with her release. “You’re doing so good for me.”
She silences me by pushing her fingers inside my mouth. I suck hard, desperate for every goddamn drop of slick; my tongue cleans her fingers before I suck on them in the same rhythm I finger her pussy. I talk with her hand still in my mouth, my fingers on the other hand homing in on her slippery clit. “Are you going to show me what a good girl you are?”
“Yes.” Her hips speed up, her breathing gets harder, faster. I don’t think she realises her hand falls out of my mouth and sits over the top of my hands in her pants adding to the friction.
I hum encouragingly, before I draw my teeth over her scent gland, desperate to get more of her taste. I bite down gently but firmly.
Her whole body is undulating, and she searches for the peak, and it’s right there. My knot is nearly busting out of my pants. But this Omega is a goddamn firecracker, she spins around and leaps knocking me backwards in the process, trapping my hands inside her pants. Her pussy rubs over my covered cock.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so close aren’t you. You’re doing such a good job for me.”
