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When I’m able to think clearly enough for speech again, I glance at Matthew. “How many times did she come?”

“Four.”

I nod and sigh with relief. Thank God. Four’s enough for now.

Matthew chuckles and grabs a protein water, encouraging all of us to drink as we wait for Liam’s knot to subside. After all that edging, it takes him a while.

When we finally detach, I let my cock slip free of her. Matthew folds Kat’s legs back and drags the pussy plug he bought her through the cum dripping down her ass. He shoves it inside her pussy, stoppering her up on the bulbous silicone knot. He plays with her clit and makes her come on it, her eyes rolling back in her head as she finally orgasms on the knot her omega instincts demand.

We fuck her unconscious, and she sleeps deeply. Properly filled and plugged.

Liam pulls out of my ass and pats my hip fondly, pausing to enjoy the faint bruises already forming on my skin. He lies down, exhausted and spent, and cuddles her. She purrs, her happiness settling the emotions of the room.

Hopefully we have at least half an hour to recover. She’s satisfied for now, but our girl won’t be for long. I’ve never seen an omega through her heat before. Never seen anything but porn. I wasn’t fully prepared. Porn only gets the gist of it. None of the exhaustion. The marathon aspect of it all. It’s gonna be a long couple of days. At least it’s good cardio.

Matthew grabs another protein water and makes me drink half, and then he shows me the small white pill in his hand. “Open.”

I open my mouth for him. He sets the pill on my tongue, and I swallow it. I drain the rest of the bottle and crumple the plastic in my grip. My throat bobs as I swallow it all down.

I can’t wait for what comes next.

Four days.That’s how long it takes for her heat to break. For her scent to change. Liam pulls Kat closer until she’s nearly on top of him and sticks his nose against her neck. Smelling her deeply.

“You’re pregnant,” he says.

Kat blinks a bleary eye open and rubs at her face. “Oh my God. I feel like I got hit by a truck. Between my thighs. Repeatedly.”

Smiling, I laugh. “Good. That means I did my job right.” Isqueeze her to me and I’m grateful that it’s over. As wonderful as it’s been, it’s been equally exhausting. My cock and balls ache like they’re about to shrivel up and fall off.

I cup my hand over her belly, where our next baby will grow. There’s nothing to feel yet, of course, but it satisfies my possessive urge. I can’t wait until her belly’s showing. Until I can feel the baby moving. I’ve read that second births are often easier. The next two are gonna be a cake walk after this one.

“Really?” Kat asks, cupping my hand with hers.

“Yeah. I can tell,” Liam says. “You’re pregnant, kitten.”

Leaning over her, I kiss her slow and sweet. Liam and Matthew slide closer, joining our cuddle pile. They take turns kissing her and feeling her soft, flat tummy.

The smile she gives us all is indescribable.

Twenty weeks later when we find out we’re having another little girl, I tape up over a hundred paint swatches to decide what color we’re painting the nursery.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

MATTHEW

I spendway too long looking at cabbage at the store. It doesn’t need to be perfect. We’re not even going to eat it. But I want them to be extra special anyway. Because Marcia will be six months old tomorrow and Kat is worried about her age. Not that omegas don’t have babies in their late thirties and early forties all the time. Especially with Dr. Fugo assuring us that he can increase her dose if this cycle doesn’t take.

This cabbage needs to be perfect, because it’s mine. It’s to dry up her milk so she can get pregnant with my baby.

An elderly woman comes by, looking at the cabbages too. I make my selection before she can take the one I have my eye on. “Sorry, excuse my reach.” I palm the vegetable and add it to my cart along with the other groceries we need.

I do the rest of our shopping and drive home in a daze. I drop the first bag on the kitchen counter and shout that I’m back.

Gabriel comes down, our youngest strapped to his chest in her harness. She hates being put down, and he likes talking to her in Portuguese while he works out. He says it’s important she learns about her heritage so that she doesn’tgrow up speaking only English like he did until his teens. His immigrant parents wanted to assimilate into American culture as quickly as they could so they only spoke English at home. He didn’t start speaking Portuguese until he went to Brazil to meet his extended family and his cousins made fun of him for not knowing his own language.

“Hey, babe,” I say, ripping the paper bag open to get to the groceries inside. “There’s more in the car.”

He pauses to kiss me on the cheek. “I’ll get the rest. You start putting them away.”

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