Page 109 of Breeding Clinic

His cock slams deep, his knot blowing inside me. Splaying my asshole open and stuffing me full as he pumps me with cum. Empties his balls into my ass. I cry out, Gabriel’s cock slipping from my mouth in time for him to empty too. Cum lashes across my face. Coating me in white ropes of dripping seed.

And still Liam ruts me. Shallow thrusts that use my body to milk his cock. Works his knot in deeper and pulls out far enough to tug at my tight opening before shoving it all back in. Churning up the load of cum he’s filled me with until it’s frothy.

I lick the salty, musky cum off my lips and collapse, utterly spent and exhausted. Mellow and floating. I draw patterns in the cum dripping down my chin into my chest and giggle. My nipples tighten and my cock pulses with every sensual swirl. Heat blooms everywhere I touch.

When Liam finally pulls free, there’s an audible pop. A gush of lube and seed dripping down my thighs, staining our nest. He smacks me on the ass, and shifts over. Tugs Gabriel intoposition on his hands and knees. No words or gentle commands. Only rough pulls and pushes. The actions of a rutting beast. He mounts the smaller male. An alpha gently asserting dominance over his beta.

I watch, dazed, marveling at the beautiful sight they make when Liam breaches Gabriel’s asshole. Works his way inside and fists his hand in Gabriel’s hair to make the beta arch his spine. Lift his ass up higher for deeper rutting.

Kat watches, wide-eyed with a lopsided smile on her face. I crawl my way toward her and snuggle into the pillows of her breasts. God, Kat is so perfect. Soft and squishy. Comforting. Does she know how amazing it is to cuddle her? I rub my cheek along her breasts and throat, pleased with the way she giggles.

Her fingers stroke through my hair, catching on tangles and working them free. My eyes roll up into my head. It’s bliss. My cock hardens, my hips moving of their own accord. I push my dick between her rounded thighs and suck on her scent gland. I hump her until I come again. Semen making her thighs a sticky mess. Pleasure spasming through my body, somehow working my need higher instead of satisfying it.

Is this really what it’s like for them? This infuriating, divine need for pleasure. The fear that it will never be enough? That pleasure might end you? Make your pounding heart burst from your chest from the strain? My mouth goes dry and my cock stiffens again. I whimper from need.

I lose track of how much I come. How many orgasms I have until my balls ache, empty and spent. Our limbs tangle with one another. Cocks probe holes. Liam fills me, again, while I rut into Gabriel. Pulling his hair and biting his neck like he likes it. Digging my short nails into firm, muscled flesh. I become a wild thing. Near feral in my need formore.

At some point we sleep, either through exhaustion or the drugs subsiding from our systems. I blink crusty eyes open andtry to remember how to breathe. My body aches, but my mind is clear once more. Everything hurts like I’ve run a marathon and my mouth is dry. I’m parched.

Kat waddles back from the direction of the bathroom. Her hair is wet from the shower and she’s wearing a comfy sleep shirt. “Mornin’, boys. We have a problem.”

Liam is awake in an instant, his sleepy, bleary-eyed smile replaced with unwavering, alpha attention. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is it the baby?”

“We’re fine, but…” She points to the floor-to-ceiling windows and the snowy winter wonderland outside. “It snowed alotmore than four inches.”

We all pop up and look, the mood changing quickly. Snow drifts have piled high against the windows. At least twenty inches, maybe more. Outside is blanketed in crisp white banks of snow that sparkle like glitter in the sun.

“Shit,” I croak, too dehydrated to really speak.

She sighs. “Yeah. After you guys passed out it started coming down fast. Something about a storm cell surge. I don’t think we’re leaving today.”

She’s right. We aren’t going anywhere. Because we’re snowed in.

Chapter Twenty-Four

GABRIEL

Liam writesan email to the owner of the ski chalet. He explains the situation while Matthew goes through the kitchen to make sure we’re okay for the next few days. We have no idea how long it will take all that snow to melt.

“The meals might be weird but I can make this work for three or four days,” he says. “I’m glad we bought extra groceries.”

“Are there any cookies left?” Kat asks, asking the important questions as she joins him in the kitchen.

Matthew shoves the cookie tin inside a cabinet and closes it. “I don’t see them. Why don’t I make you some eggs?”

She leans against the island counter and rubs her belly with a wince.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

“I’m fine.” She waves me off. “The doctor said they’re Braxton Hicks contractions. They go away after a bit if I rest or drink something or change position.”

“I’ll get you some water,” Matthew says, pulling the filtered water pitcher from the fridge. He grabs breakfast supplies tooand lays everything out for cooking. Then he pours a glass for her.

Sliding off my stool, I go behind her and reach around her heavy belly. I cradle it with my hands and lift. Take some of its weight off her back while she drinks.

“Oh my God,” Kat moans, leaning back into me. She sets her half-drained glass down and places her hands over mine. “That feels so good. Maybe we can just walk around like this for the next three weeks.”

“Two and a half,” I correct her.

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