"You heard him," she says, voice breathy and wrecked in a way that makes my control fracture. She looks over her shoulder at me, hazel eyes bright with something between challenge and invitation. "Are you going to just leave me like this?"
Fucking hell.
My medical training says I should maintain professional distance. My alpha instincts are screaming to claim, to possess, to bury myself so deep inside her that she forgets every other name but mine. But there's a third voice, quieter but insistent, that reminds me she's not mine to take. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
But she's offering something. And fuck me if I'm strong enough to walk away.
I move around the bar with deliberate slowness, giving her time to change her mind, to tell me to fuck off. But she just watches me approach with those eyes that see too much, a small smile playing at her full lips like she knows exactly what kind of torment she's putting me through.
"Such restraint," she murmurs, and there's genuine appreciation in her voice. "Most alphas would have either fled or tried to join in by now."
"I'm not most alphas." The words come out rougher than intended as I drop to my knees behind her.
The position puts me at eye level with the beautiful mess they've made, Felix's come mixed with her arousal painting her inner thighs like art. A drop of pearlescent fluid trails down her skin, and before I can think better of it, I lean forward and catch it with my tongue.
The taste explodes across my senses, Felix's omega essence wrapped in Juniper's sweetness, a combination that creates something transcendent. It's like tasting lightning and honey,winter mornings and summer flowers, violence and tenderness all at once.
Juniper gasps, her whole body jerking at the contact. "Fuck, Elias?—"
Hearing my name on her lips, not "Doctor" but my actual name, does something to me. Breaks something. Rebuilds something. I don't fucking know anymore.
I spread her cheeks with careful hands, revealing her pussy still swollen and dripping with their combined release. The sight makes my cock throb so hard I have to bite back a groan.
This is what she is. What they are. A unit, a pair, two halves of something I can only hope to orbit around.
I press my tongue against her entrance, tasting them both as I lick into her with the kind of thoroughness I usually reserve for surgery. Every drop of Felix's come becomes mine to clean, to savor, to understand. And underneath it all is Juniper, sweet and wild and perfect in her chaos.
"Oh god," she moans, pushing back against my face. "Your tongue, fuck, it's?—"
I delve deeper, fucking her with my tongue while my nose presses against her ass. I'm on my knees worshipping at the altar of an omega who tried to kill me, licking another omega's come out of her.
My medical degree didn't prepare me for this. Years of training in anatomy and physiology, and none of it matters when faced with the reality of Juniper coming apart under my tongue.
I work her methodically, cataloging every sound she makes, every tremor that runs through her body. When I suck on her clit, she keens. When I thrust my tongue deep, she gasps. When I trace patterns around her entrance, she babbles incoherently.
The taste of them together is driving me insane. My cock is so hard it hurts, pressing against my pants with enough force that I'm worried I might come just from this. Just from theprivilege of cleaning up their mess, of being allowed this close to something so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.
"Please," Juniper gasps, and I'm not sure what she's begging for. "Please, I need?—"
I know what she needs. I slide two fingers inside her alongside my tongue, curling them to hit that spot that makes her whole body seize. She's so wet, so hot, and I can feel her clenching around me as another orgasm builds.
"That's it," I murmur against her pussy, the vibrations making her whimper. "Come for me, Juniper. Let me taste you."
She shatters with a scream that probably wakes the entire compound, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes so hard her legs give out. I catch her, supporting her weight as I continue licking her through the aftershocks, not stopping until I've consumed every last drop of their combined essence.
When I finally pull back, she's a trembling mess, barely able to stand. I expect her to stumble away, to thank me politely and leave. What I don't expect is for her to spin around and tackle me to the floor with a strength that shouldn't be possible in her post-orgasmic state.
"My turn," she growls, and there's something feral in her eyes that makes my breath catch.
She straddles me, her hands already working at my belt with fingers that know exactly what they're doing. My cock springs free, so hard it's purple, precome already beading at the tip from the torture of watching and tasting without touching.
"Such a pretty cock," she purrs, wrapping her hand around it with just enough pressure to make me see stars. "Let's see how much control you really have, Doctor."
The title is back, but now it sounds like a challenge. A dare.
She positions herself over me, and for one heart-stopping moment I think she's going to sink down, going to let me insideher. But instead she does something worse. Something better. Something that's going to fucking kill me.
She lowers herself just enough that my cock slides along her slit, not penetrating, just rubbing against her soaked and swollen pussy as she grinds down. The sensation is exquisite torture, so close to what I want but impossibly far away.
