KENNA

The clinic lights are bright above me. They remind me of the book I've been reading lately. The story opens with the injured protagonist staring at the ceiling after being transferred to the hospital. Just like the fictional character, I'm lying on my back and staring at the lights. The only difference is that my eyes are hooded, and I have my boss' face snug against my pussy.

Instead of the steady beep, beep, beep of medical devices, I hear his tongue lapping at my clit, the rubber under me creaking as my bare ass slides on it, and his grunts, which are so sensual they could impregnate a weaker woman.

My eyes move from the ceiling to the unlocked door. There's a whole other world behind that door— expectations, judgements, a tranquil, sterile workplace environment where nothing really happens.

A co-worker could walk in here. This is wrong. This is dangerous.

This is— oh, this feels so fucking good.

Kaden makes me feel like I have wind under my wings, but I'm actually free-falling down to hell.

This male makes me delirious. My cunt is suffocated by his greedy suction, my thighs smoldered by the clutch of his broad hands. He's taking everything from me— my reality, my breath, my climax.

I can taste an orgasm on the tip of my tongue, but then he abruptly stops. My frustration swells. I want to lock my thighs around his head and pull him back to where he belongs, but I know I'm in no place to be commanding him.

He stands up, revealing lips and a chin glossing with my melted desire. "Get on your knees." He licks his lips. "Now, Doctor."

I don't have to be told twice. I flip so fast that I nearly burn my bare ass on the rubber. My knees hit the cushion, and I slowly arc my back to present myself to him. This is a much more vulnerable position. Everything is on display for him. I know what I signed up for when I agreed to this friends-with-benefits situation, but it's been a while since I had a man's eyes devouring my nudity.

I hear a belt buckle clank; like a dark bell that will ruin me.

Saved by the bell? Not quite.

"Birth control?" he asks, just as he brushes my entrance with his engorged head.

Goosebumps erupt throughout me. I'm about to be filled with one of the thickest, most potent cocks on the continent. It's best if I don't look at it.

"I got all my scheduled shots."

Thank Goddess I did, because look at me now. I've become a bitch in heat.

"Spread wide."

There are no requests, only orders. No romance, only sex. No gentleness, only the rough clamping of his hand over my hip to keep me in place. I'm alright with this, though. I don't need us to get romantic and cry when it doesn't work out. The only part of me I want him to make cry is my cunt by arousing it and filling it with his seed.

With a last look at the door, I spread wider and flatten my palms on the bed.

Kaden rubs a thumb through my wetness, spreading it. Through the faint reflection on the medicine cabinet, I can see him lick it dry. He pushes into me, and the struggle to fit him instantly begins. He's an alpha for a reason. Nothing about him is small— not his confidence, not his cock.

He takes my hips and slowly sinks into my warmth. His girth is unforgivable. It forces me to stretch, testing if I'm worthy to take his seed. I don't say a peep, because I can take him. I have to.

When the first few inches are lost within me, be slides in and out. His hand shifts around me to find my clit. He wants to finish what he started. Finish me.

Not wanting to be a starfish, I rock my hips back and forth, pulling him deeper, letting him expand my walls to his wish. I hear a delicious grunt that makes my cunt leak faster.

Goddess, he sounds so fucking sexy. I want his mouth to devour my clit again. I need him to read this guttural, prima, single-worded poetry to my core.

He rubs between my legs and fucks me at the same time. The deeper his cock reaches, the harder he rubs me with synched rhythm. It's as if he's awarding good behavior. I want more— more touches, more groans, so I throw my ass backwards. I know how it slightly jiggles when I walk. I know it's rippling every time it claps against his hips, and I know he loves the sight of it.

He growls again, and I swear the vibrations go up his cock and into my pussy. He's thrusting faster now; rummaging into my guts as if in search of something. What is it? Control over me? He can have it if he keeps screwing me like this.

I'm so wet and he's so deep in me that our connection is endless. A bridge I provide the water for. It's not one I think I can ever burn. I don't want to lose this.

My earlier discomfort is fading. Every thrust is like a dose of medicine for my thirsty, awaiting womb. I can't get enough of this man. I've realized I've never truly known pleasure. Not until I was perched on Kaden's dick.

He groans again, and I'm only silent because I'm biting my lip.

"Alpha Kaden?" A concerned Chaney calls from outside. "Are you alright?"

Oh, no. If she enters, she'll find our Alpha with a bandage on his head and his penis many inches inside me, fucking me so hard that soon I'll be the one needing a bandage.

Can she smell what we're concocting in here?

"He's fine!" I yell. "Stay ou—t!"

Kaden slams into me harder than normal, making my teeth clatter. He's enjoying this little game. He loves teetering in the cliff of danger; reels in the thrill of it. It's in the DNA he's currently leaking into me.

"Kenna, did you need anything?" Chaney asks from behind the door.

Kaden rubs my clit furiously, giving me everything I could ever want for. I buckle my back as I orgasm, biting my forearm to silence my cry.

Somehow, through my haze, I yell a "No!"

"Oh. Alright, then. I'l—"

I don't hear the rest of her reply, because I get distracted by the warmth that bubbles deep inside of me. Kaden is pumping me full. With a satisfied huff, he sways into me a few more times, as if certifying what he just did to me.

When he pulls out, I stay in my position. Can he see his cum drip down the back of my legs?

"Thank you for your services, Doctor." His voice is deeper, richer.

He just fucked me three ways to hell, and still doesn't know my name.

I push my lab coat below me and sit on it. My curls are wilder than ever, my lips plum, my eyes hooded, pussy throbbing. Tamed and sweet. I'm a picture-perfect-depiction of a thoroughly fucked woman.

"The pleasure was all mine. See you next time."

I look away when he begins to put himself together. Now that the deed has been done, there is nothing left between us. He is a stranger whose semen soaks my womb.

When he leaves the room, I rush to get rid of the evidence of the crime we just committed. I throw my lab coat in the trash and pour alcohol over it to mask the scent. I open the window, wipe down the bed with bleach wipes, wash my hands, and rush to the bathroom to wipe myself between my legs. After a few sprays from my perfume, the only trace left of Kaden is in my guts.

I return to the room to make sure nothing is out of place. Chaney walks in half an hour later, pretending to stumble.

"Oooh, doctor, my head hurts." She sits on the bed where Kaden just re-arranged my guts.

"Mine started hurting the second I heard your shrill voice," I chuckle. "What's up?"

"Oh, you're such a bitch," she laughs and stops to sniff. "What's that funny smell?"

"Food, probably," I blurt.

"What did you have for lunch?"

I think fast. "Eggplant."

That's remotely true.