Ryker disappears down the hallway, presumably to get the medical equipment. The rest of us stare at Anya’s exposed ass, which is perfectly plump with a natural curve that makes my hands itch to grab it. Between her ass cheeks, her brown asshole keeps clenching and unclenching with each of her struggles. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
I lean in even closer, unable to help myself, and inhale deeply. The smell hits me like a drug—musky, sweet, with a hint of salt from her exertion. It’s concentrated here, where her scent glands are most active, and it makes my head spin.
I want to bury my face between her ass cheeks, to lick and taste that perfect hole.
“She’s starting to slick,” Rex says, his voice rough with desire. “Look.”
A bead of clear, viscous liquid forms at the edge of Anya’s asshole, sliding slowly down toward her pussy. It’s followed by another, then another. More slick seeps from her as her body prepares for heat.
“What’s happening?” Anya cries, trying to twist around to see. “What are you doing? Is that my ass? Oh god, is that coming from me?”
“That’s slick,” I explain, my voice hoarse. “Omegasproduce it when they’re aroused or when they’re going into heat. It’s natural. Your body is preparing for your alphas.”
I reach out, unable to stop myself, and run a finger along her ass crack, collecting the slick and spreading it around her puckered hole. Her skin is hot to the touch, burning with fever—another sign of approaching heat. The sight of my pale finger against her pink flesh, combined with her scent, makes my cock pulse painfully in my pants.
“This is so embarrassing,” she whimpers, but even in her mortification, her body responds. Her asshole flutters beneath my touch, and I hear her breath catch.
“We’ll take care of you,” Lorenzo promises, his voice soothing as he continues to hold her ass cheeks spread wide. “This is what omegas are made for, sweetheart. To be pleasured by their alphas, to be filled, to be bred.”
I shift my position slightly to get a better view of her pussy.
It’s tucked between her thighs from this angle, the lips swollen and glistening with slick. Her labia are a delicate pink, the inner lips puffy and peeking out from between the outer ones. At the top, I can just make out her clit, a small pink pearl nestled in its hood. It’s the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.
“She smells so fucking good,” Marcus growls, his voice thick with desire. “I hope she’s in heat. I want to fill her with my knot until she’s dripping with my cum.”
“I hope I’m not,” Anya groans. “You should put me down. This is ridiculous!”
“The thermometer, Ryker?” Lorenzo asks, looking up at our pack leader, who’s returned with a digital thermometer in his hand.
“I have it,” Ryker says, approaching Anya’s exposed ass. “Hold her steady.”
Lorenzo tightens his grip on Anya’s ass cheeks, spreading her wider to expose her puckered hole. It’s twitchingnervously, opening and closing with each breath she takes. The slick has gathered in the crease of her ass, making her skin glisten in the afternoon light.
“Wait, wait,” Anya pleads, her voice high with panic. “Maybe we could…”
Ryker ignores her protests, positioning the metal tip of the thermometer against her asshole. It’s already lubricated with her slick, making it easy to begin pushing it inside. Her sphincter resists at first, clenching tight around the intrusion.
“Hold still,” Ryker scolds, his voice brooking no argument. “This will just take a minute.”
The sight of that thin metal probe disappearing into her ass is so arousing, I think I might come in my pants. Her hole stretches around it, brown flesh yielding to the invasion, and a drop of slick leaks out around the base of the thermometer. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Ah!” Anya yelps as Ryker pushes the thermometer deeper.
“It’ll be over soon,” Lorenzo soothes, stroking one hand down her thigh in a comforting gesture. “Just relax. Try to take deep breaths.”
We wait with bated breath as Ryker pushes the thermometer in deeper, until just the digital readout is visible. Anya has stopped struggling, though her face is still flushed with humiliation, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her ass, from the thin metal probe disappearing into that perfect hole. My cock throbs with each small movement, each whimper that escapes her lips. The room is silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing and the occasional beep from the thermometer, eagerly waiting to see if she’s in heat.
Fifteen
ANYA
Ican feel the cold, hard metal of the thermometer inside my ass, and I’m mortified beyond belief.
My ass is hanging out for all five alphas to see while they hold me steady over Marcus’s shoulder. I hear a deep, appreciative sniff from somewhere behind me, and I freeze, realizing one of them is actually smelling my exposed ass. Holy shit, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life, and that’s saying something after yesterday’s near-death hypothermia and being knotted in front of everyone.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, my face burning hot. “Is someone actually sniffing my ass right now?”
