Page 56 of Examining the Bond

Her fingers rub over my pussy, still teasing through my thong, and I grind my ass back against her again. I rock back and forth over her fingers, desperate for friction.

“Skylar,” I gasp as spirals of pleasure roll through me again. “Skylar, I?—”

“Sshhh,” she whispers. “You can't make a noise.”

“I don't… I don't know if I can keep quiet,” I reply, already fighting back a whine. “It's so hard when you're touching me.”

“You mean like this?” she asks, just before one of her fingers slips beneath my thong and traces the length of my seam. A moan tears from me that I know anyone passing by in the hall can hear.

“I’m sorry!” I gasp, my nipples on fire as I buck my hips, eager to feel more of her.

Rather than dipping her hand lower or teasing me more, Skylar suddenly goes still.

My heart lurches.

Did she hear someone? Are we about to be caught with her hand down my pants?

My stomach drops as the fingers around my throat disappear, and she extracts her hand from my leggings. I whip around in time to see her ditch her lab coat, tossing it over her stool, and watch as she unbuttons the cuffs around her wrists. As she rolls up her sleeves, my eyes fall to the vibrant designs with pitch back lines wrapped around her muscular forearms, the ones I committed to memory the other night in my hotel room.

Her dark eyes flick up and lock with mine.

“Bend over, preciosa. It's time for me to examine your pussy.” Her tone is stern, but not sharp enough to be a bark, and my feet move the second the words leave her mouth. I obey, bending over the exam table, my ass on display for her.

Excitement tremors through me at the thought of what's coming, and I crane my neck to look back at her.

“Like this?” I ask, tension bubbling in my stomach.

The last thing I want is to disappoint my alpha. I’ll do exactly as she asks, even if she wants me to crawl across the floor to her.

“Just like that.” Each of her words is punctuated by a footstep as she makes her way over. “Now, lift your dress for me.”

My pussy clenches at the command and I obey, dragging the sage green material up to my waist. Skylar hums as her hand smooths over the curve of my lycra-clad ass, and a second later her fingers hook beneath the elastic. She drags them down, along with my thong, and the cool air of the exam room licks at my hot center.

“You’re so gorgeous, Riann,” she murmurs appreciatively. “Especially when you’re showing off for me like this.”

Her hand dances over my ass cheek again, blazing a trail of fire over my skin, before she withdraws, and I watch her lift her hand. I'm about to ask what's happening, but before I can say a word her hand slaps my soft flesh with a crack. I cry out, quickly clapping a palm over my mouth to cut off the sound.

Heat tears through me as she spanks me again, this time on the other cheek, and I give a muffled moan.

Slick pours down my inner thighs, and Skylar leans over me, her body pinning me to the exam table. Her chest rumbles, the vibrations fluttering over my back. “I need to feel you squeezing around my fingers again.”

A pitiful moan crawls up my throat. “Please.”

I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but I’ll take anything. I don’t care as long as she’s touching me, teasing me, loving me.

I wiggle my ass to urge her on, growing more impatient by the second. I thought her going down on me was heavenly, but having a huge alpha press me into the soft top of the exam table is something else altogether.

She lifts her hand, two fingers knocking against my mouth.

“You suck on these while I take care of your hungry pussy,” she says, her voice gravelly.

My mouth falls open slightly. “Why?”

“I'd love to hear you screaming, preciosa, but we can’t risk it. So I'm going to keep your mouth occupied while I touch you.”

My nerves explode as I look at the long, solid fingers I’ve admired since I first saw them. I’ve already been so loud that we should have been caught twice. Either it’s a miracle no one has figured out what we’re doing, or maybe it’s more common to hear omegas moaning in the clinic than I thought.

I swallow the stab of jealousy as easily as I swallow her fingers, locking my lips around the slender digits.