Page 94 of Breeding Clinic

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s grinding the hell out of my clit or that it’s Matthew inside me, but I come. Like my body is obeying his orders. Like he’s an alpha, using his bark to make me compliant.

I come, heat washing over me as my pussy spasms on him and my lungs drag in air. My head pounds and I’m dizzy as I come down slowly. Matthew waits for my aftershocks to settle, then drops his head and starts pounding into me. His lips press against my throat. Suck my skin between them. He grazes his blunt beta teeth across my scent gland.

“I’m gonna come in this pussy,” he warns me. “But before I do, you know that means it’s mine. That I’m marking this territory with my cum. And I’ll take it whenever I want. And you wouldn’t ever think of saying no to me, would you?”

“No,” I pant. My leg muscles quiver with tension, but the rest of me has been fucked till I’m docile. The craving for a cozy nest to curl up in hits me hard.

“That’s good,” he says, thrusting faster. “Because you’re ours. And we’re gonna make sure you and your pussy never forget it.”

Matthew comes with a groan, using my spent body to milk his cock. He pumps me full, cock kicking deep inside me. Then he stills. Breathing hard and sweating, he drops his head against my chest and lingers. His frame jerks with a shudder before finally going still.

My legs slip to the floor and I drop my hands to his back to hold Matthew to me. I tuck his head under my chin and make swirls across his back while his hips flex. While he works his cum in deep. Fills me with his faint pheromones and marks me as claimed in his own way.

Happy tears threaten my eye makeup so I sniff them back. “Thank you,” I whisper as the moment becomes tender. As we become lovers as well as partners.

Matthew presses his lips to my scent gland and kisses it, then nuzzles me. He rubs my scent over his face, marking himself. He takes a moment to gather himself, then slips out of me. A fresh rush of slick and cum drip down my ass.

Matthew pulls away and settles on his original seat, his cock soft and wet against his thigh.

“Holy. Fuck,” Gabriel says, staring at Matthew like he’s never seen the beta before.

“Are you okay?” Liam asks, rubbing my knee.

I’m too spent for more words right now. I need a minute to recover. Or a thousand. I give him a thumbs up instead, which makes him chuckle.

“You ready for me, Kat?” Liam asks.

I groan and fidget on my seat. Only noticing at this moment that the limo has stopped. I guess we’ve been loud enough that the driver knew to leave us alone. I’m sure we aren’t the first pack to fuck back here.

“Yes,” I finally manage to say. “But I don’t think we’re getting your deposit back.”

Liam chuckles and undoes his jacket, spreading it open. He gets his pants undone and shoves them down to his knees, palming his cock and stroking. Not that it needs it. After our show, he’s as hard as rock. He pats his bare thigh.

“Come sit on my lap, kitten, and purr for me.”

I shift my legs, trying to move, then make a face. “I’m not sure I can. My legs are jelly.”

“You don’t need to do anything but come over here and sit,” he promises.

I kick my heels off and take it slow. The moment I shift off my seat, gravity takes over. Our fluids drip down my leg.They’ve made a cold and sticky mess between my legs. I gather my dress up to my waist, aware that my breasts are still on full display. They’re pink from Matthew’s tit spanking.

Liam helps me onto his lap, lining his cock up with my wet slit. He slides inside to the hilt with no resistance. Our betas have done a good job getting me ready for my alpha. “That’s it, kitten. Lean back. Let me do the work. All you have to do is purr for me.”

I lay my head on his shoulder and lean against him. Liam sniffs the top of my head. The side of my throat. He licks at my neck, lapping my scent gland clean. Preparing me for the moment I’ve been waiting for my entire life. He rucks my dress up higher and grips my hips in his large hands, lifting me up and down on his thick cock. Doing all the work, like he promised.

“Such a good girl, taking all of us,” he praises me.

His hands roam over me. Soothing my breasts. Splaying possessively over my collarbone. Rubbing my throat, as if he’s reassuring himself that I’m fine after the light choking.

I’m more than fine. I’m fucking flying.

My thoughts are slow and faint. Background noise. All I can think about is pleasure. His. Mine. Our pack’s. I’m in subspace, I realize. He could do nearly anything to me right now and I’d take it happily.

“Do you know why I let our betas go first?” he asks.

“Hmm?” It’s all I can manage. Words are too difficult right now.

“So that my knot locks all three of our scents in this sweet, fertile pussy. So that when I bite my claim into your throat, you know that it’s for all of us. That’s what you want, isn’t it, kitten? To be ours?”

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