Page 64 of Breeding Clinic

Gabriel tugs at the top of her dress until her breasts spill out. Her pink nipples are visible through the sheer lace of her low-cut bra. Gabriel tugs her breasts free and pinches her nipple until it’s hard.

Liam stops fingering her so he can work his pants open, his thick cock filling his hand. It’s already huge, the beginning of his knot evident. Kat’s so small compared to him. How does she take it? But her body’s designed to complement his. To take an alpha’s cock, a knot, to be the gentle cushion for all that pent up aggression.

“Tell me you want it,” Liam says while he fists his cock and rubs it up and down her slit.

Kat bends forward more, pushing her ass out. Putting her breast more into Gabriel’s hand. “I want you. All of you.”

The way she glances between Gabriel and me tells me she means our pack. That we’re not some consolation prize she puts up with for alpha cock. Beyond her body’s urges, she likes us.

“Tell me you want my mark on your throat,” he demands.

“I want it.”

His hips thrust, burying himself inside her, and his lips wrap around her throat. He sucks, his cheeks hollowing, while he’s buried deep. Bruising her skin. Making a temporary claim where his teeth will one day cut. Where they’ll carve the bond of our pack into her.

I reach a hand up and play it over my own neck underneath the collar of my shirt. Where my tiny scent gland lies, a firm knot under the skin. Unblemished, unclaimed. Do I want that, too? I’ve never thought about it before. Not all alphas claim their betas. It’s not technically necessary. We don’t have theoveractive scent gland that signals our availability to others. But what would that be like?

She moans, and the dishes clatter as Liam ruts her on the dining table. A spoon near the edge slides off and hits the floor. I’m too busy staring at their spectacle and caressing my own neck to think of catching it.

Liam lets her scent gland go with a wet pop, leaving a dark purple mark behind. He nips her, hard enough to bruise without cutting skin. “Five bedrooms?” he asks, leaning back to deepen his angle while they fuck. A firm grip on her shoulder keeps her in place.

Kat’s hands slide against the tablecloth, bunching it. “Yes.”

“That means four babies.” His hips smack against her ass. Liam shoves her dress up so we can all watch how her soft skin ripples with the force of their fucking.

“Three and an office,” she counters.

“Or four and we’ll build you a detached office. Your own private space in the back.” The slaps of their skin grow louder. Rapid.

Kat’s head drops forward, and I move the roasted vegetables before her hair gets into them. She moans. “You agreed to three.”

“That was before I realized how much room we’d have to expand. I want to renegotiate.”

“While you’re balls deep inside me?” she asks, incredulous.

“Yes,” he agrees, completely shameless. “Is it working?” He grins.

“We said three.”

“I want to try for a boy next. And Gabriel and Matthew, if they want. That’s four. Four is a perfect number, don’t you think?” he asks us.

The thought of having a baby that looks like Gabriel and one like me is enough to make me agree with him. And Iremember how lonely I was as an only child. How often I wish I’d had a sibling to play with. A big family would be nice. Gabriel and Liam both came from big families. “Yes.”

“Yes,” Gabriel agrees while he plays with her breast. He’s worked a hand underneath her bra until he’s touching skin.

I lean over to slip a hand between her legs. She’s so wet that she’s dripping. Does the thought of bearing all our children really make such a needy mess of her? Slick drenches her inner thighs and then my fingers. I stroke her puffy lips and work in between them. Find her clit and add pressure, rubbing it while he fucks her.

“Oh, fuck. That’s not fair, Matthew.” Her hands tighten into fists, shifting the table cloth underneath her. A water glass topples over. It rolls off the table and hits the carpet without breaking. She looks at me, her face scrunched with strain. It’s cute. Like she’s confused that he can make her feel so good. That we all can. That I’m rubbing her clit.

“Four babies,” Liam promises between grunts. “We’re keeping you pregnant.”

Her clit is swollen. A firm little bud. It throbs under my fingers. Her cunt pulls taut, clenching tight around Liam’s cock. I rub her clit faster. Touch her how she likes it.

Gabriel wraps a hand around her throat and tips her head up. Surges out of his seat to kiss her, swallowing down her moans. He buries his hands in her hair to keep her from pulling away. From arguing against what we all know she really wants. After all, she hasn’t saidno.

We keep her busy. Distracted. It’s Liam’s cock she’ll come on, but it’s my fingers that will tip her over the edge. Gabriel’s kisses that keep her pussy clenching. She needs me and Gabriel, too. We’re pack.

I don’t have to fuck her to show her how she fits betweenus. How much she completes us. How much we want her here, between the three of us.

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