Page 102 of Breeding Clinic

A red cardinal makes a bright splash of color on a snow-coated branch. It takes off before we get close. The noise and rumble of the four-wheeler is too loud to not spook the wildlife. Liam slows us down and pulls the four-wheeler off the road, going into the woods a bit. There are tracks from other sporting machines here. It must be a popular off-road trail.

“Is this where the tree is?” I ask him, looking around, trying to spot it or the car the others are coming in.

Liam slows the four-wheeler to a stop. He kisses my cheekand nuzzles me. His breath is warm on my chilled ear. His voice dips in a gravelly purr. “I haven’t gotten to fuck you in days.”

My heart beats faster in my chest, my pulse fluttering. The four-wheeler’s idle engine revs, the rumbles going straight to my pussy. My hips move, grinding my pussy against the vibrating metal. Given enough time, I could come like this.

I’m so swollen down there all the time that I’m always horny. I thought it would go away in the third trimester when I was big and sore and tired of being pregnant. But one lusty look or growl is enough to make my pussy wet. And we haven’t fucked in what seems like forever. There hasn’t been a chance. Between packing and meeting everyone’s families and settling into the chalet, we’ve been busy.

“No, you haven’t,” I say. Reaching back, I scratch my fingernails through his beard. The hair is coarse and thick. And he melts in my hand whenever I do this. “Bad alpha.”

His low purr turns into a throaty, masculine moan that has my pussy sopping wet. Liam nips at my fingertips, then slaps my thigh. “Stand up, omega.”

Are we really doing this here? Now? In the woods where anyone passing by could see us? It’s thirty degrees outside. “You’re gonna get frostbite on your dick,” I warn him. But I stand anyway.

His zipper opens. “No, I’m not. Your pussy’s too fucking hot.”

I bite my lip and lift the hem of my parka up. He thumbs the edge of my high-waisted maternity leggings and jerks them down, taking my panties with them. Fuck, it’s cold. My bare ass nearly freezes the minute he exposes me. Goosebumps rise along my skin.

Liam grabs my hips and pulls me down, lining us up and sinking inside me within a couple of thrusts. I moan when he stretches me open until he’s fully seated.

It’s a hard, fast fuck. Desperate and dirty. My ass claps against his groin as he fucks me from behind. I grip the four-wheeler’s steering for support as he bounces me on his dick.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he groans. “I missed fucking this perfect pussy. Needed this so bad. You have no idea how bad I’ve needed you, kitten.”

My back arches and my thighs tremble with the strain of the position. Even with support. Even with him doing most of the work. I get so exhausted these days. But I’m never too tired for this. For my pack to show me how much they love me. “God, I missed your cock.”

It’s a perfect, beautiful cock. And it’s mine forever now.

“Take it, kitten. Purr for me. Nice and loud. Let’s scare the wildlife when you come.”

He loves it when I’m noisy. So I stop holding back. I let him fuck all sorts of filthy, depraved sounds from me. His dick carves a hot path inside me with every thrust. I moan, and whimper, and whine. Babble nonsense as I beg him to fuck me harder. To come inside me. To fill me up with cum and stuff me with his knot.

No, wait. We don’t have time for him to knot me.

“Don’t knot me,” I remind him. His swelling knot pops in and out of me. Catching on my entrance, only to be shoved back in on his next thrust.

“Fuck,” he growls, his cock kicking. His knot swollen and bulbous inside me. “I got caught up in fucking you and forgot.”

“Liar,” I accuse him, smiling to myself. There’s no real heat to the word. Not when his cock pulsates inside me. Filling me up. Bathing me in the pheromones my body craves.

“I can’t help it,” he groans. “Your pussy was made for my knot. It practically begs for it.” Liam settles me on his lap and reaches around, wedging under my baby bump and gropingbetween my thighs. Shoving my panties and leggings down further so he can touch my pussy.

I forget to be mad at him when he strokes my clit, making swirling circles. I’m soaking wet with arousal, my pussy stretched wide on his flared knot and big dick. It doesn’t take much for me to pant like I’m in heat again, for my walls to clamp down on him and milk his cock for more cum.

God, it feels so fucking good.

I come with a wail, pussy fluttering, belly tightening. My orgasm ripples through me like a wave, leaving my abdomen firm and my nipples tight. They leak a bit, my milk soaking into my bra. I’ve had to put shields in the cups to protect my clothes.

“Good girl,” Liam says, nuzzling me and purring while we both wait for his knot to deflate. Now that we’re not moving, I’m freezing. My thighs are going numb and my parka only covers so much. I pull my leggings up as much as I can and try to soak up all of his body heat. My ass sweats where his skin touches mine. He’s a furnace. Which is really useful when your alpha decides to dick you down in the snow-covered woods three days before Christmas.

“Tell me about our tree,” I demand.

He leans his forehead against my back. “It’s gorgeous. You’re gonna love it. It’s gotta be eight or nine feet tall. It’s round and full. No bald spots. I’ve never seen a prettier tree.”

“I can’t wait. We should decorate it tonight.”

“Sounds good, kitten. Shit, I forgot to bring something to clean you up with.”

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