Stella accidentally glanced down just now and didn't dare look again.
"I won't insert it as long as you allow me," he reminded her gently.
She thought for a moment, then finally nodded. "Yes," she said, walking towards him awkwardly.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Can I… not see your face?" I whispered.
His heart ached at her request but he understands. "Sure," He patted his lap softly. "Sit here with your back facing me."
She hesitated for a moment then finally sits down on his lap, trembling slightly. Her back was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against his.
"Is this better?" he asks, his lips brushing against her ears.
She nods, taking a deep breath. "Yes," she said.
He starts to explore her body, his hands roaming over her soft skin. He can feel her muscles tensing up as he touched her. He moved his hands up to her breasts, cupping them gently. He can feel her nipples hardening under his touch.
"Do you like that?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.
"Y-Yes," she was breathing heavily.
He continues to explore her body, his hands moving down to her thighs. He can feel the heat radiating from her pussy and she's definitely wet. He moved his hand up, sliding one finger inside her. She's tight, and he can feel her muscles clenching around his fingers.
"L-Lukas..." she moans, her head falling back against his shoulder when he inserted another two finger inside her pussy.
He start to move his fingers in and out of her, his pace steady and slow. He can feel her getting closer to orgasm, her muscles tensing up around his fingers.
"Do you want to come?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.
She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she says, her voice barely audible.
He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster and faster inside her. He can feel her orgasm building up, her muscles tensing up even more.
"Cum for me," he commands as he suddenly rubbed her clit.
She lets out a loud moan as she cum, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He can feel her juices flowing out of her, coating his fingers.
He continued to move his fingers inside her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. She's trembling in his arms, her body spent and satisfied.
He slid out his fingers out of her, bringing them up to his mouth. He can smell her scent on his fingers and he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He licked her juices off his fingers, savoring the taste of her.
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After my orgasm, I quickly snapped back to reality, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I shyly moved away from him, but my legs felt like jelly, almost giving out beneath me. I barely managed to stay upright.
"Careful," he said softly, gently supporting my waist with his hand. His touch was warm and reassuring, yet it made my heart race even more. "Maybe you should just sleep in the room. It's already 1 in the morning."
"T-Thanks, but I still need to go home. I have to work tomorrow," I stammered, hurriedly fixing my clothes as my face stayed tinged with blush.
He looked at me with a mixture of concern and understanding. "Fine, but let my driver take you home."
I nodded quickly and hurried out of his office, feeling a rush of embarassment and confusion. The timing couldn't have been worse—I shouldn't have come here today.
After I finished work the next day, I immediately called the family doctor because I hadn't been feeling well since morning.
"Your temperature is 38.2°C," the doctor said after checking. "It's a bit high."
'Did he go too far last night? But it was only finger—' I quickly shook those thoughts away. No, no, no, I needed to stop thinking about it. It was probably just because I stayed up too late.
Feeling a little dry and uneasy, I went to the refrigerator and poured myself a glass of cold water, hoping it would help settle my discomfort.
As I moved to sit down, the doctor's gaze suddenly sharpened. "Have you had sex recently?" he asked, his tone unexpectedly cold.
"Pfft—! Cough! Cough!" I choked, startled by the bluntness of his question. I quickly spat out the water I was drinking, my face flushing with embarrassment. "Do you really have to ask so bluntly?"
He shrugged, maintaining a calm demeanor. "Of course, I'm your family doctor."
I hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "He didn't really insert his you know... we only went as far as touching and kissing," I admitted softly, feeling vulnerable under his steady gaze.
"How often have you been doing this?" the doctor asked, his voice calm but probing.
I thought for a moment. "Honestly, it's not even that often..."
The doctor hummed, falling silent.
Confused by his attitude, I pressed, "Why? What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my body? Is it serious?"
"No... How do I explain this..." The doctor seemed to be considering how to express it. After all, when he was hired by Lukas as a family doctor, he already knew something about the situation between us. After a moment of thought, he decided to be honest. "It's likely because you may be approaching your heat period."
I was stunned for a moment. "Shouldn't it be about a month and a half...?" Only now did I realize why the doctor had asked such a question. I remembered him marking me again last night. Based on his words, it seemed my condition resulted from long-term suppression of my desires. But I also wondered if there was another possibility—that perhaps he had put the mark on me so I could go into heat voluntarily.
"Do I have any other choice to stop myself from going into heat?" I asked hesitantly.
The doctor's expression was serious. "You only have two options. It's either you sleep with your marked mate or take suppressants," he said plainly. Normally, any doctor would advise against suppressors, but in special circumstances like this, Stella could choose the latter. "Making love with your marked mate is the most natural and safest method, which has helped most people. Omegas can get through it safely. But relying solely on suppressors can cause significant harm to your body."
I frowned, hesitating. "But I was perfectly fine before. How is the suppressor I used then different from the one you're talking about now?"
The doctor nodded, understanding my concern. "When you were unmarked or didn't have a mate, it was easier to create your own suppressors by drawing your blood and combining it with certain drugs. But now that you're already marked, your blood, his blood, and his pheromones are all mixed within you. This makes it much more difficult to produce an effective suppressor."
He paused, then added, with a hint of caution, "Genetics are particularly complex, and experts still can't fully explain the mystery behind marking. Because of that, I strongly advise against trying to create or rely solely on suppressors now."
"But—" I hesitated, still searching for a reason to avoid sleeping with Lukas.
The doctor interrupted gently, "Mister Monteverde is a good Alpha," he said, almost as if reading my mind.
I clenched my fists, feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness. "If this continues for a long time—if we keep avoiding each other—will it also affect the Alpha?"
The doctor nodded solemnly. "Both of you are involved. But the effects differ. As an Omega, your body will start to deteriorate—beginning with your intestines, and eventually affecting your brain. It's a gradual process that can be quite severe. Meanwhile, Mister Monteverde will be affected mentally—his mind will slowly spiral into madness if he keeps denying his instincts and desires."
"I see," I murmured, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me.
The doctor nodded. "You need to update me what choice you'll pick in the next few days."
I hesitated before asking, "Will you tell Lukas about our conversation tonight?"
He looked at me thoughtfully, then replied gently, "Of course. It's still my responsibility as your family doctor."
Before leaving, the doctor looked at me again, his expression serious. "Since this will be the first time you're not using any suppressors, I want to warn you—before your heat comes, be prepared. Your scent will intensify, your body will feel hotter than usual, you'll constantly feel thirsty, and you'll have a strong craving for sex. If possible, it's better to seek appropriate relief."
My face flushed at his bluntness. "Can you leave now?"
He smirked faintly, almost amused. "You'll get used to it," he said, then locked the door behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I was almost tempted to pounce on Lukas last night and have sex with him the whole night, thankfully he used his Alpha aura on me which suppressed my body and mind.
I struggled for the whole day whether I would push on having suppressors or experience my heat for normal this once.