Page 57 of Breeding Clinic

“You have to pop it free,” she orders. “What if the orchard closes?”

“I’m not going to risk hurting you. Stop wiggling if you want my knot to go down.” I purr for her, trying to get her to settle.

Kat goes boneless, her cheek pressed to Gabriel’s thigh. “S’not fair,” she mumbles, her words slurred and slow.

The effect of an alpha’s purr on an omega is inescapable. A bygone biological effect from the days when alphas hunted for their bride from a rival tribe. Stole them away in the night. It’s hard for them to resist us when we purr. And I have a great purr, though I’ve never had to use it before. There’s something satisfying about giving into all these alpha urges I’ve suppressed all my civilized life.

“Shh.” I grind my knot against her tight entrance, enjoying the squeeze. Prolonging my pleasure. And I purr while Gabriel gathers her hair from her face. Strokes her fondly, his lap her pillow. My purr revs until she’s boneless while I rock against her, and reach around and find her clit.

Her pussy tightens around me. Squeezes. Quivers, tight and willing. “That’s so good, my sweet little kitten. You can take some more, can’t you? Just one more, then we’ll go.”

I’m a greedy bastard. It’s her pussy’s fault, really. If she didn’t want me to get addicted, she shouldn’t have been so sweet.

Kat whimpers, trying to be quiet while I stroke her clit. She fails. Anyone left in the corn maze with us is getting an earful.

My balls ache and my groin tightens. I rub her faster, choking out a final orgasm from her. One last spurt of cum from me.

“How did Gabriel taste, kitten?” I ask her. I’m curious if she likes his flavor.

“Good. He tastes smoky like whiskey.”

Whiskey, hmm? Maybe that’s why I was drawn to him when we met at that soccer game.

We stay like that for a while, and I purr while my knot slowly shrinks. By the time it pops free, we only have twenty minutes to make it back to the front entrance of the orchard.

Gabriel and I help her stand and I fix her clothes while she leans against him, then me, sleepy and satisfied. It’s time to put our omega to bed. If only she had a proper nest at our place. Maybe then she wouldn’t want to leave.

My heart pinches with the worry of being a bad alpha. Of not giving her everything she needs. Deserves, really.

She yawns, and I scoop her into my arms. “Come on, kitten. It’s been a long day. Let’s put you to bed.”

“But Waffles needs dinner,” she protests, but she’s already burying her face in my neck. I can’t hear her faint omega purr, but I can feel it. It thrums from her throat and right into my heart.

“I’ll feed him,” Matthew offers.

“He needs to be cuddled and played with too,” she adds.

“I’ll play with him and pet him,” Matthew reassures her.

“See? It’s all taken care of,” I tell her. “We’ve got you. And Waffles.”

Gabriel takes the map from my back pocket and uses his phone as a flashlight, directing us through the maze.

“You know, it might be easier if we all lived in one place,” I say, hesitant to bring this up again and ruin a perfect evening. But I’m not gonna stop trying to convince her of what I know is right. One day I’ll say the exact thing that makes her realize we’re her pack. That she’s ours. That all we need is a bite mark to make real what our instincts already know. “With Waffles. So he wouldn’t be alone so often.” It’s manipulative. I’m beyond caring at this point. I’d say anything to make this official.

All she says is a sleepy, “Hmm.”

I carry her all the way to the hayride pick-up area and we ride it to the front, grabbing our wagon of stuff that’s miraculously still there. We’re one of the last groups to leave. The parking lot is mostly empty.

Gabriel loads our stuff into the cargo box built into the back of the truck while I work on getting her in and safely buckled. She’s asleep instantly when we hit the road. We stop at her place for half an hour for Matthew to feed and play with Waffles as promised, then we steal her away to the bar.

The noise and crowd wakes her long enough for her to climb the stairs, use the bathroom, and collapse into bed. It was a long day for a pregnant woman.

We peel her out of her clothes and settle her in the middle of the bed, covering her in soft blankets. She has more energy now than she did, but she still gets tired early and needs a lot of sleep.

Gabriel and Matthew go through their nighttime routines. And I sit on the edge of the bed and contemplate how to convince a stubborn omega that we’re the right pack for her.

Chapter Thirteen

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