17. Kallis
Kallis
Isit with my legs hanging off the side of the bed in my office. The bed is for serious long-term injuries, so I can lie patients down and examine them more thoroughly.
Most omegas hate people coming into their nests without permission.
But being able to treat people in my office gives me comfort.
Doing my job feels more natural to me than stuffing a new house full of fluffy blankets.
Because it’s what I love doing most, whether I’m an omega or a woman, I want to be a doctor before all of that.
Which is why it’s logical that this is the place where I hike my skirt up over my hips, spread my legs, and feed a hand under the waistband of my pantyhose.
A moan drops from me as I push my other fingers into my mouth, licking up the taste of the oat bars. Three wrappers sit next to my thighs, where I’d ripped them open to devour the Goldies like the bears the team are so proudly named after.
My suppressants and panties are supposed to stop me from slicking, but molding myself to Orso like that has rattled my sense of decorum, and my temperature rises too quickly to prevent my scent from escaping.
My office door is locked, and my stomach rumbles as my mouth waters, all while I bury my fingers through my pubes to brush my clit.
I sigh in relief as the first sparks of desire light me up.
I need to get it over with. A quick release and then I can return home and proceed with my evening, which includes reviewing my collection of brain scans and comparing them to those of young athletes in other high-impact sports.
Nothing remotely sexual or extravagant. That’s a far better use of my time as opposed to stroking myself cum laude in my office.
Drawing my fingers from my mouth, I lick the tips, my eyes fluttering at the taste that has already filled me as I suck on one. Crunchy melon oat, soft blueberry and soy sauce, and a wasabi chocolate chip that seals the three flavors together and stirs me enough to bring me to this.
My other hand travels farther and caresses my entrance, a quiver running through me. It would be so easy to stretch it out, to press my fingers deeper, but I’m not doing it for pleasure. I simply need my common sense back.
I bite my lip as I stroke myself. I’m fast and efficient, with the only goal to make myself come. If I draw it out, I might tread into dangerous territory, where I seek out Orso to help me with this burning need for him and his pack.
My gaze hops over my desk, with the folder of coursework, the files of my patients, and the picture of my graduation, all three reminding me why I initially took this job.
But that doesn’t stop me from shaking my ass, or using my hips to grind on my fingers so the bed rattles gently instead of easily bringing myself to completion.
And then I begin to moan. It’s light at first, but the feeling takes me over as I scent clover on my clothes.
I press the fingers I’ve licked against my chest, the ones that have streaks of spicy melted chocolate, seeking out Orso’s scent. I know I’m staining the pristine white blouse that I ironed this morning, but my nipples are pulsing, and I want more.
I cup my breast, squeezing myself through the padding, groaning at the spark that the barest amount of pressure has caused.
“Just a little bit more,” I whisper to myself as I push on, the scent of honey growing thick in the room. I have scent-blocking spray in my bag, and I can clean up after myself. I change my mind because I want to enjoy it for a second longer, and even pretend I can afford to release it.
Until a noise interrupts my pleasure, and fear tears through me as five sharp beeps echo out from outside the door. A single long beep announces that the door is unlocking.
I instantly whip my hands away from my body, grab the wrappers, and hide them behind my back, snapping my legs closed. I pray it’s a beta staff member who will be confused as to why I’m sitting on the bed, but they won’t be able to smell me.
The door opens, and there is a yell as Artie tumbles through it, his hands slapping linoleum as he falls onto all fours. I hold my breath as Orso steps inside, wearing a shirt and a poisonous look.
“Oh, heeeey,” Artie hums from the floor, his gaze fixed on my bare thighs. “Fancy meeting you here.”
I try to keep calm, but everything is crashing around me as my honey perfume bursts in a flurry of desire, and I fail to swallow my sound of need.
They smell too fresh, and they look too clean. I want their raw scents like they were back in the locker room, and there’s an easy way to get them excited.
I have to keep my composure; I can’t let myself waver, despite it being so obvious what I’ve been doing.
My clothes are suddenly too tight, and there’s only one thing I need to free me.
I shuffle forward, planning to leap from the bed, quickly pull down my skirt, and pretend that I’m not slicking so badly I can feel it running between my asscheeks.
“Don’t move,” Orso’s voice cuts through the air as Mathan’s huge body fills the doorway. There’s nowhere I can escape, and I can’t quiet the part of myself that says I don’t want to.
“What will you do if I ignore you?” I ask, my glare deepening as panic sets in. For once, I’m glad I come off angry, as Orso meets me with an equally dark look.
“There’s so many things we could do if you try to get away,” Artie purrs as he hauls himself to his feet. “Because you can’t go around saying you’re not feeling it when you’re looking at us like that.”
I press my lips hard together, weighing up the situation. My pussy pulses, my body is aching, and the three alphas who push me toward my impending heat with every word are standing right in front of me, as if I’m the oat bars I devoured mere minutes ago.
My hips shift, and Orso growls his warning, but I brush him off. Alphas who attempt to dominate me simply because of their designation are not worth my time. Especially those I’ve rejected but whose presence still haunts me.
Except my heart jumps, fear setting in as I make a choice I never imagined I could make.
I clasp the hem of my skirt, inching it closer to my hips to reveal the high beige bands of my pantyhose.
They each suck in a breath, and I almost want to smirk at how captivated they are. My plan to show them who has the real power in the room might have worked if I didn’t feel so swept away.
The skirt reaches the V of my hips, and I notch my knees wide enough that the pure scent of my slick soaks the room. My back arches, my body sighs, and I look at them with heated eyes.
“Are you sure you want me to stay still?” I ask, my voice low, and desire hums through me as they shudder.