Page 121 of Heat Clinic

Her fingers twist in the sheets, and she clenches on my cock. She nods.

So close. My pelvis tightens with the first twist of seed. I grip both sides of her hips and pin her under me, and then I come, my head dropping to watch my cock jerk as I pump her full and feed it into her. I push deep, the skin at the base swelling as my knot lodges tight. Her pussy stretches, her pink walls gripping my knot and wrapping around it until her labia thins as the base of my cock swells.

Once she’s tied and our attachment is secure, I reach under and stroke her clit. “Good girl. Now come on my knot. Suck that seed up deep ‘til it’s in your womb. Take my baby.”

A few strokes of her clit and she comes, her pussy tugging at my knot as it pulses with her pleasure. It pulls another jet of semen from my balls, and I groan as I pump it into her. This time, when the knot shrinks and I pull out of her, I wait for the cum and slick to gush and gather it up. Scooping it up with my fingers, I stuff it back into her, my middle finger brushing up against her cervix as I feed it deep.

“Hold it,” I tell her, squeezing her lips together to stem the flow. “Don’t waste my seed.”

“I didn’t know you had such a breeding kink,” Tom says from the doorway, his pasta-wrapped fork halfway to his mouth.

I frown at him. “No eating in the nest.”

He looks down at his feet and then looks around and gives me a strange look, as if to say,but I’m not in the nest. He shoves the huge bite of pasta into his mouth and chews with exaggerated movements. I snort. He’s always a brat even when he says nothing.

“Alpha,” she whines, her ass still in the air.

I pat her on the hip and climb off her. She sinks onto the mattress, cum and slick dripping out of her as she lies there, panting. Leaning down, I press a kiss to her buttock and get out of the nest.

I look at his pasta with longing. “Is there more?”

Tom nods and finishes eating, and I take his dirty bowl as he climbs into the nest to spoon our sleepy omega while I head down to fetch the giant serving Sam’s set aside for me. I kiss him on the cheek and thank him.

“How much longer do you think?” I ask between bites. Rutting is hard work, and I’m starving.

“A day, maybe.” He looks down at his untouched food, his thumb moving over the design printed on the bowl.

I set my pasta down, reach over and ruffle his hair, pulling him into me. “You okay, brat? You know that I’m just saving all this cum for her, right? Because we’re breeding her? That it doesn’t mean anything beyond that and things’ll go back to normal once she’s pregnant?”

“I know.” He presses his cheek against my chest and hugs me back. “I was just thinking how I don’t really remember my dad all that much. What if I’m bad at it?”

Fuck. I stroke Sam’s hair and rub my fingertips over his back. “You’re gonna be great at it. And you know what? I don’t know anything about being a dad either. But I know we’re all going to figure it out together. Because we love each other, and we’re pack, and we’re going to love the hell out of this baby. We’ll get books and… and read blogs, or something.”

He laughs, which was my goal. Sam tips his face up, resting his chin on my chest, and he smiles that beautiful lopsided grin that makes his eyes light up. “Blogs? What is this, two-thousand-and-ten? Who still reads blogs?”

“Shut up, brat.” I kiss his bratty mouth and let him go with a smack on his ass, then go back to my pasta. After I wolf it down, I add my bowl to the pile of dishes in the sink. “I love you. Now we’d better get up there. I hear rustling.”

We fuck her into complacency again, and then Sam gets her into the bath. When they’re done, they join us in the nest and I purr her to sleep against my chest. We get several hours of sleep before the sun wakes us as it streams through the curtains.

Warm and beyond satisfied, I pull Emily tighter against me and lean down to smell her hair. Her perfume is different. It’s lost the sticky sweetness of her heat. Now she’s all soft, sweet lemons again and my head feels clearer than it has since this started.

I roll her onto her back and sniff her all over, licking her mating bite and the scent gland there to check again. She winds her fingers into my hair as I sniff down her body, giving her pussy a lick to be certain. Her slick’s back to normal. She’s not pumping outI’m a fertile omega, breed mepheromones anymore.

“Hnnng, sore,” she moans, throwing an arm over her eyes to shield them from the morning light.

“Your heat’s over, sweetheart.” I settle between her legs and press a kiss to her belly. It’s flat.

For now.

“Am I…” She bites her lip and looks down her body. Emly settles her hand there as if she can feel it. But it’s too early for that. One day soon, though, it’ll be swollen and we’ll all take turns feeling her round belly for baby kicks.

“I’ll make a doctor’s appointment for us in two weeks,” Sam says, rolling onto his side.

Tom gets up on his elbow, looking over the beta. “I bought an at-home testing machine.”

Sam glances over his shoulder. “You’ll still need like ten days before she can take one.”

Emily presses her hand over her belly and smiles.

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