Page 40 of Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic (Cambric Creek 3)

His back stiffened.See? You should have put them back on.But he had been expecting a hospital gown, he thought stubbornly, sputtering in outrage.

“No one told me what to wear! I thought we would be given hospital gowns!”

She had dissolved into giggles, and even though he had been feeling poorly for the past week and a half, and even though she was actively laughing at him, the sound and sight of her made his own mouth turn up in a smile of his own.

“This is the most dramatic middle child thing I’ve ever seen,” she’d giggled against him, barely able to get the words out.

“Believe me, I spent alotof time thinking about how I would wear it into the room. The way you’re supposed to, back open? With my ass cheeks clapping in the breeze? Or wear it backward, cock out? That seemed like the most practical option, plus it also had the benefit of being able to pretend it was a trench coat. I was going to jump into the room, holding it open like some perv in the park. But then I got here, and there was nothing!”

She hadn’t stopped laughing yet, and his gooey, gummy heart felt warmer than it had in weeks. When her hands reached out for him, grasping his shoulders and curling around his neck, pulling him into her, he went gladly, wrapping an arm around her waist as she buried her face against his neck. Her shoulders still shook in laughter, and he enfolded her in both arms, melting slightly when she nuzzled her nose against his skin.

“You’re so ridiculous. You’re sofuckingridiculous. I’m so glad you’re here.”

He’d heard that he was ridiculous since he was a small child, but the words never made his heart beat as wildly as it did then.

“I’ve been sitting here trying not to have a panic attack for the last ten minutes, and I don’t think I would be able to do this if you weren’t here.” She snaked her arms around him, pulling herself tighter in a crushing hug, burying her face against his shoulder once more. He could feel her jackrabbit pulse against him, her slightly labored breath, and he melted further at her obvious nervous distress.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s fine, right? We got all the awkwardness out of the way.”

She looked up, eyes glittering. “I’m so glad we did. I don’t care what anyone else says.”

She pulled back slightly, and Lowell begrudgingly released her, letting her direct what happened next. “Should-should we stay here? Or do you want to go to the bed?”

Lowell looked around the room for the first time, taking everything in. There was an armless chaise, which would probably be an excellent height for humping into her from behind; the examination table upon which she currently sat, suitable for eating her out and a solid face-to-face fucking, and on the other end of the room, a small set up that looked like a hotel model. A double bed with beige bedclothes and plump pillows, the coverlet turned down as if they had just checked in, good for everything else he was planning on doing to her.

“Man, they couldn’t spring for a king? They clearly don’t want us getting too adventurous.”

She giggled again, squeezing his arm, and he straightened up.

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

Her voice wavered slightly, steel solidifying in his spine. He was a child and shouldn’t even be trusted with a knife to cut his own meat, but she needed him to be strong at that moment, and he would be anything she needed him to be.

“Let’s stay here, just for a few minutes, okay? I want to smell you.”

Moriah sucked in a sharp breath, biting her lip adorably, nodding her head with wide eyes. Lowell was relieved when she allowed herself to be pulled back into his arms, sighing softly when he tilted her head to press his lips to the side of her neck. In his peripheral vision, he caught the blinking lights of the two CCTV cameras in the corners. They were concealed by smoked glass, and he knew she’d not be able to see them, deciding not to bring it to her attention.

“Hey,” he whispered, teeth nipping at her earlobe. “It’s just us. Right? We’ve already done this before. It’s just you and me.”

The sound she made with something like a swallowed sob, whipping her head back around and crashing her lips into his, gripping his hair tightly. She needed him to take the lead, and that was fine. He could taste her nerves, her fear, metallic coating over her sweetness.You just need to remind her that everything is fine. She’s already done this with you before, and it’s fine.He gripped her chin, kissing her lips slowly before trailing his mouth over her jaw, inhaling deeply behind her ear, and continuing down her throat. Her head lolled. He could taste the anxiety coursing through her, but there, just underneath it, a whiff of desire. The heat caused by the hormone injections, temporarily dampened by her nerves, but still there, still hot and in need of satisfying. It was competing with her fear, but Lowell could smell nothing else once he found it.

The smell of her went straight to his cock, stiffening to steel in an instant. Hot and sweet, like cinnamon and honey, he could feel the frustration she’d gone through for the past several nights alone, desperately needing his cock to fill her. He could taste her anxiety, but he could taste how wet she was as well, and his wolf growled, wanting to wet his muzzle between her thighs.

“Fuck,” he groaned against her skin, tongue darting out to taste her. “How do you smell so good already?” He was glad he was already naked, for she could reach down and grip his cock easily, running her fingertips from root to tip, before she wrapped her hand around him, pumping him slowly.

Lowell realized that nearly every woman he knew was on a heat suppressant and had been since puberty. No matter what his work schedule looked and no matter how remote the country he was in, he always ensured he was somewhere safe for the turn. Safe and as secluded as possible, especially when he was traveling.

One never knew what sort of area they might wander into in their other form, and there were many places in the world where it was unsafe to be a werewolf. He never wanted to stumble into a dangerous situation, into those who hunted his kind or other wolves, territorial over their range and their females. He never wanted his nose to catch the smell of a wolf in heat when he was traveling abroad; didn’t want to risk the injury to his life and limbs by falling prey to the heat frenzy, rutting the wrong werewolf.

Nothing was stopping him now. He wasn’t sure if he had ever smelled an unsuppressed heat this close before. Moriah was human, so it wasn’t entirely the same, but modern medicine was working miracles every day, and the artificial cycle they had created smelled authentic to his nose, authentic and delicious. Nothing was stopping him, and she was his for the having; that was the whole point, and then hedidgrowl against her skin, cock jerking in her hands. He was desperate to bury himself within her slick, tight embrace, and spend himself over and over again, wanted to feel her cunt spasming and squeezing him, wanted to empty his balls into her until his eyes were itchy . . . but he was a Hemming, and the Hemming boys had reputations to keep. He was going to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, but first, he was going to lick her pussy like a five-course meal.

The rolling stool was a perfect height. The seat was encased in a plastic covering, easily disposed of, and he realized they truly thought of everything.

“My balls are going to stick to this, just FYI. I might need you to kiss them to make it better once I stand up. I’m just warning you now.” She laughed again, her small fingers tightening around his shoulders as he seated himself on the bench, rolling into her. “I’m going to need you to put your feet in the stirrups, ma’am. I have an examination to do.”

His wolf growled again, shifting in his bones once he had lifted her feet to the silver chrome stirrups. She was spread out before him, spread out like a feast, and he was starving. Lowell took his time, making an appetizer of her inner thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin, relishing the tiny squeaks she made every time he did so. He kissed over her mound, satisfying his wolf by letting him take a nibble of her puffy labia, earning another squeak.

“I know you want to get on with it, but my wolf wants to taste your pussy first. Can he have a little lick? Please?”

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