Page 23 of Examining the Bond

Dr. Morales’ hands are different from the large, calloused hands of male alphas I’ve seen at the academy. They’re soft in a way, but they don’t seem delicate like mine. Sure, her fingers are long, like a pianist’s, but something tells me they’d know exactly how to tweak and tease my body until I was a whimpering mess at her feet.

A trembling sigh leaves my lips as I palm my breasts and pinch my nipples. Pleasure spirals through my chest, winding its way downward and settling between my thighs. I pinch harder to chase the feeling, imagining that they’re Dr. Morales’ hands on me and not my own.

Suddenly, it’s like a switch has been flipped inside me. I’m curving my back, pushing my ass against the wall, and imagining that I’m not alone in the shower. Dr. Morales is here with me, her hands dancing over my slick skin, tenderly squeezing my breasts.

“Skylar,” I moan, liking the way her name sounds when it’s twisted with a hint of pleasure.

I wonder if she has a nickname or if that’s what she goes by. It feels much more intimate to call her by her first name. Almost like a secret, even though it was right there on her name tag.

“Skylar,” I test the name out again, unsure how I feel about it. I’d call her anything she wanted if she asked. I’d call her Skylar or Dr. Morales or the fucking Pope if she’d let me ride her fingers until I came on them.

The heat between my thighs turns molten, making my clit throb. The same sizzle of desire that Dr. Morales caused this morning sparks to life, wiping away any chance of me taking this slow. With one hand still on my breast, my other trails down my stomach, sliding to my pussy faster than the water racing over my body.

I'm already spreading my legs, groaning as my fingers dive between them, while thoughts of Dr. Morales continue to torment my mind.

What would she do if she had me like this? Would she be rough, rushing and desperate to make me come? Or would she be in charge, cool and composed as she gave me exactly what I wanted?

As soon as my fingers find my clit, everything explodes. Even the shower can't hide my cries as I pull my legs apart, stroking myself to calm the heat burning through my body.

Damn, if she could just rub herself against me, cover me in rich, smoky pine while she soaks up my marshmallow scent. I'd be the happiest omega in the world.

Not an omega, a little voice mocks, but I try to stuff it back down.

I don’t care what the test results say. I don’t care if I don’t have the omega gene. Being an omega is the only thing thatmakes sense, and now that I’ve found an alpha who sparks such an intense desire in me, the need is stronger than ever.

I imagine her chin notched on my shoulder as she chuckles in my ear, her hands sweeping over my naked body, tracing my curves. Her fingers trail lower, dancing over my hips?—

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Dr. Morales says, her low voice dripping over my body like honey.

Images come quicker now, swirling around me and sparking more pleasure. Dr. Morales squeezing me, running her lips down my stomach. My alpha burying her fingers in my pussy.

I've barely started, and I don't want it to stop.

The water runs from my shoulders, flowing to meet where my fingers dive between my folds. Even though the water pressure is fierce, there’s no denying that I’m drenched in slick. The fresh forest scent of the body wash is drowned out by my sticky-sweet scent pouring into the air.

I've never had sex before, but I know what it’s supposed to be like with an alpha. With male alphas anyway. I assume it would be mostly the same with a female alpha like Dr. Morales, though I have a couple of questions about knots.

Like how exactly would she knot me if she doesn’t have one?

I imagine her brushing her lips against my ear. I want her to say something to me, to tell me how badly she wants me, even if it’s just a fantasy.

“I want you, Riann,” she purrs against my skin. “I want you so much it hurts.”

My knees go weak.

Through the steam, I can barely see the reflection of my naked form in the wide mirror above the sink. The realization of what I’m doing—fucking myself in the shower to the thought of an alpha I met hours earlier—slams into me, turning the fire inside me into a roiling inferno.

“Riann, I love the way you fuck yourself.” Her rich voice urges me on. “Come for me, omega. Let me see how pretty you are when you shatter.”

“Fucckkk.” I’m breathless as my fingers grind deeper, plunging into my pussy until another whine falls from me.

“Skylar,please…” I moan. If she was here, she’d watch me pleasure myself, despite my pleas for her to touch me, until she couldn’t take it.

Until she leaned in and gave me what I wanted.

“Skylar!” The cry drops from me as I thrust my fingers deep, brushing over my clit with my thumb, squeezing my nipple until it aches.

The pleasure that’s been building suddenly bursts, and my orgasm slams into me. My pussy tightens around my fingers, slick dripping around the digits, and I squeeze my eyes closed as wave after wave of pleasure racks my body.