Page 122 of Breeding Clinic

We’re as ready as it gets.

We’re trying to watch a movie when Liam announces he can smell the change in Kat’s pheromones. He says her pheromonesget extra delicious, like someone’s covered her vanilla cookie scent with a thick layer of drizzled icing.

Liam buries his face in her neck and sniffs her scent gland to make sure Kat’s made the transition from preheat to heat. Kat arches between us, her hand clawing at my shirt. Trying to pull it off me to get to my skin. I lean in and give her a lick, tasting the sweat on her skin. Sometimes I wish I could taste her pheromones underneath it. That I was born with an alpha’s senses.

“Is it time?” Matthew asks.

“Yeah. She’s ready,” Liam says with a husky voice.

My teeth nip over the pack bite in Kat’s neck, and she cradles the back of my head, urging me on. “Instead, I let her go. Come on,meu docinho. We’re gonna give you what you need.”

I stand and lift her off the couch. She wraps her legs around me and whimpers. A damp spot grows on my shirt from where she rubs her pussy against me. Naughty girl. I squeeze her ass and carry her to the bedroom. Matthew tidies up the living room quickly and gets the dog settled in his crate, then follows us.

My foot nudges our bedroom door open, and I lay her down in the nest, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her wiggling and writhing. She works a hand underneath the waistband of her comfy sleep shorts and starts playing with herself.

“What a pretty fucking sight you are,” I mumble, running my hand over her bare leg.

“Gabriel,” she whines. “It hurts.”

“Shh.” I hook my fingers in the band of her shorts and pull them down. She lifts her ass up to make it easier. Once she’s bared, her legs fall open, showing us her pretty pussy. Her fingers never stop working as Kat rubs and strokes herself. Her wet pussy glistens with arousal.

I want to eat her up.

So I get on my knees and drop my head between her legs. Shove Kat’s hand aside to finish the job for her while Matthew and Liam collect everything we’re gonna need. Her fingers card through my hair and squeeze, keeping me from pulling back while I lick her pussy and lap up her sweet slick. As if there’s any chance of me not making her come in my mouth.

I latch onto her clit, sucking the swollen bud into my mouth. Kat moans and writhes, her back bowing. My tongue moves in circles around it, working it harder. Making her pussy drip for me.

I lap at Kat’s pussy, working two fingers into her and rubbing at her g-spot until she comes apart underneath me. Slick floods my mouth and I swallow her down.

Kat settles, her breathing more even and her movements slower as she basks in the afterglow of her orgasm.

I pull back, then stand up, wiping her slick off my chin and licking my fingers clean. “Ready for your shot?” I ask Liam.

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with,” Liam says.

I grab the bottle of rut blocker and alcohol pads and a needle and draw up a syringe of it. Liam shoves his pants down, and I palm his ass and scrub the skin clean. Then I give him the shot.

“It’s like you’re pouring fire underneath my skin. Fuck, that hurts,” Liam complains.

I slide the safety mechanism over the needle and put it in an old, empty coffee can. “You’ll need another dose in twelve hours.”

“Damn,” Liam curses. “I was kind of hoping that it would only be once.”

“Not quite.” I draw up the nine other syringes we’ll need and set them aside. Enough to get us through the next five days. This is my heat, then Matthew, and then if she’s up for it Liam will give her baby number four. A kid for every bedroom.

“I’ll set a timer,” Matthew says, tapping on his phone. Once that’s set, he pulls the small baggie of quaaludes from his pocket. He talked his coworker into selling him more.

“Not yet,” I tell Matthew before he can take one. There are only a few pills. “Let’s wait until she’s deeper into estrus. Don’t waste them.”

We put the pills aside for tomorrow, maybe. She’s only just started her heat. She’s not ready yet.

Kat’s gotten naked while we were busy, then covered herself with a blanket. She’s already snoring.

Grinning at how cute she is, I strip too. We climb into the nest and settle in to wait. Watch for the right moment. Her body will tell us when she’s ready to start breeding.

We doze for a bit. It’s the nipping of her teeth on my chest and neck that wakes me. I blink bleary eyes and glance at the clock. Two in the morning. Kat is hot to the touch and sweating. The baby hairs that frame her pretty face are stuck to her skin.

“You need a cock,meu docinho?” I ask her.

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