“Good girl,” I coo, sliding my hand down her spine as I pull back, some rutting thing inside me preening at her submission. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”
I pull out once more, still that same slow pace that is driving us both insane, lingering at her entrance for only a second before I snap my hips to plunge back inside as she cries out.
“That’s it,” I say on an exhale, my breath catching when I do it all over again. “I’m going to fill up this perfect pussy until you’re overflowing. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her body rocking with the force of my increasing thrusts.
I grip her hips with both hands, my nails biting into her skin as I start to move inside her in a way that feels frantic. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Alpha,” she whines. “Fuck, Noah, I’m—”
“Touch yourself. I want to feel you come with me inside you. I want to feel the way you come apart.”
I can feel it, when her slim fingers graze the base of my cock as it slides inside her over and over. I can feel the rhythm she makes as she swipes at her clit since I can’t reach. A strange part of me is jealous of her hand for being the one to touch her.
“I wish I could knot you,” I grit out. “I want to feel you wrapped around my knot. Wanna feel you full of me.”
Her only answer is a choked sound, but I can feel the flutter of her inner walls around me as each thrust becomes just a little harder, her body tightening impossibly further as I grit my teeth in ecstasy. How can it be so good every time? How can each time seem better than the last?
“Noah, I’m—oh fuck, Alpha, I’m—”
It’s messy when she comes, always so messy—but I love every wet slap of skin, every slick glide of her thighs against mine as I fuck her harder, faster—a pressure building deep, deep inside until it threatens to consume me. My lips part, and my breath heaves from my chest, and everything is hot, so fucking hot, until I—
“Fuck.”
It takes every bit of restraint not to knot her deep, to keep the thick base of my cock flush against her opening instead of letting it swell inside, and the cool air of the exam room feels downright arctic against my heated skin. I grit my teeth so hard they might chip as I fill her with pulse after pulse of my orgasm, shivering through it almost as hard as she is.
And even when it’s over, when my cock goes still and her body collapses against the chair—the thumping of blood in my ears doesn’t quiet. She winces when I pull out of her suddenly, and then a startled sound fills the air when I push my fingers through the mess I’ve made of her, collecting everything I can and pushing it back inside to hold it there, since my knot can’t. I keep her full of my fingers for an insurmountable amount of time, catching my breath as I leave soft kisses on her skin, waiting for my body to calm.
“Dr. Taylor to X-ray room 204. Dr. Taylor to X-ray room 204.”
Mackenzie’s laugh is breathless but loud, her body shaking against mine even as I press one last kiss to her hip before straightening. I’m loath to pull my fingers from her, a twinge of leftover instinct practically growling in my chest, wanting me to keep her full of me.
“Someone’s in high demand today,” Mackenzie teases as she turns to slump down in the chair.
My eyes rake over her—her hand draped haphazardly over her belly button, tracing idle circles on her skin like she’s still out of it—having to fight the urge to take her again. “Today might mark the most popular I’ve ever been.”
“Mm.” She catches me off guard when she yanks on my tie, nearly sending me off-balance since I’ve only got one leg back in my pants. She lets her lips brush mine, the action entirely too soft and sweet for what we just did. “I should page you more often.”
I chuff out a laugh. “Much more of this, and they’ll have to find an interventional cardiologist for me.”
“Wow, that was either the sweetest or the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“You’re a bad influence,” I mumble, righting my pants and buttoning them.
Her grin is blinding, threatening to steal the air from my lungs. “I think you like it.”
No, I love it. I love you.
I have to clench my jaw to keep the words in my throat so they don’t escape into the air. It’s like now that the seed has been planted . . . I’m desperate to let it grow.
“Maybe a little,” I say instead, bending to kiss her again as I hand her her pants. I tuck my face against her throat after, inhaling from her. “You’re going to smell like me for days.”
“You don’t sound very upset about it.”
Another long pull of her scent. “I’m not.” I straighten, frowning back at the still-locked door. “Should we be worried about hallway cameras? Are they still functioning on this floor? It might be strange if we’re both on camera heading to a floor no one is using, right?”
“There’s the Noah Taylor we all know and love,” Mackenzie laughs, hopping off the table and grabbing for a paper towel dispenser on the wall to clean up.
I remind myself that she doesn’t mean it as literally as I’d like her to. What is wrong with me?
“I might have . . . bribed the IT guy to shut them off for an hour,” she goes on sheepishly, throwing the napkin away and busying herself with getting dressed.
My eyebrows raise. “That could be considered a gross misuse of resources, Ms. Carter.”
“Probably.” She practically skips to close the distance between us, pushing up on her toes to press her mouth to mine. “Are you going to tell on me?”
My eyelids drift closed as she deepens the kiss, and my arm circles her waist to hold her closer against me. “Doubtful,” I say as seriously as I can manage. “Like I said, you’re a bad influence.”
She grins. “Stick with me, Doc. I’ll teach you all sorts of fun things.”
She leaves another peck at my lips, sauntering past me like she didn’t just turn my entire fucking world on its head. She pulls open the door and tosses me a look over her shoulder. “You owe me another date, but until then, feel free to page me.”
I watch her go with my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth, wondering how in the hell I’m going to get through the rest of my shift with her slick on my fingers and the feel of her still humming under my skin. Or how I’m going to make it through the next five days while we’re on opposite shifts without losing my mind.
But more important . . . how in the hell am I going to tell her that I love her?
21
Mackenzie
“Thanks for coming down,” I tell Priya. “I saw this once in residency, but it wasn’t this bad.”