Page 128 of Breeding Clinic

Gabriel pats me on the back. “All right, Mattie. You’re up.”

My heart pounds in my chest. I am. I’ve been half-hard since Liam said those perfect words this morning. I don’t have the breeding kink that our alpha does. But even without it, there’s something extra special about knowing that I’m the one who will be knocking up our omega.

Kat is coming against Liam’s face when we return, her fingers twisted in the sheets and her hair spread out in a tangled halo on a pillow. She’s perfect.

I never thought we needed a fourth member of our pack. Awoman. An omega. Never felt that urge that rides Liam so hard to breed or makes Gabriel glance over his shoulder at a woman with a nice ass.

I’m glad that Kat proved me wrong. Proved how much our pack needed her. The mother to our two beautiful baby girls and—hopefully—another bundle of joy in nine months. Having two small children has proved challenging at times. But now that I know them, have read them bedtime stories and snuggled them and smelled their perfect newborn scent, I couldn’t imagine us having any other sort of life.

“Did your alpha make you feel good?” I ask Kat, gripping the edge of the blanket and pulling it so I can see him. Liam’s on his stomach, his head nestled on her thigh and his hips which flex as he humps a pillow. Poor guy. I can’t imagine the hell he’s going through. Smelling her in heat and knowing she’s off limits to him.

Because this heat, she’s mine.

“Mmhmm,” Kat hums, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm while Liam tries to find his with a pillow covered in her scent and slick. A poor substitute for her hot little pussy. But it’s all he gets from her for the next few days.

Gabriel stabs a needle into a glass vial and begins making a bunch of rut blocker shots. Even he’s not immune to the sights and sounds and smells of our fertile, needy omega. His stiffening cock fills out his tight briefs.

I’ve already decided how I’m going to handle this. After spending hours reading stories on message boards, I know what I want. How to increase our chances of conception.

I go straight for our drawer of toys and pull out the knotting ring. It’s bulky and awkward to put on, which is why Gabriel never liked it and only used it once. But I found the perfect solution. I grab the black leather garter I bought for this and buckle it around my leg, feeding the knotting ring’s inflationbulb through it. I test it to make sure it’s working, then release the valve. The air whooshes out and it deflates.

It takes some lube and patience to get the thick band of extra silicone onto the base of my penis. Once it’s on, my cock is slightly harder. Looks a bit more engorged to me too. I’m nearly as big as some alphas. With the fake knot, I don’t think she’ll be able to tell the difference once she’s delirious with her heat.

Liam slides out of the nest at Gabriel’s prompting to get his first shot.

Kat watches me approach her with interest. Her eyes flick up and down my body, savoring the sight of my ruddy cock and the black ring and holster.

“You know I love you, right?” I ask her as I kneel on the bed and crawl into the nest.

Her eyes are extra shiny in the light. Glassy, her pupils big and black. Her pink lips part and she licks them, fidgeting. She nods, but doesn’t answer. Heat makes her less talkative, keeps her thoughts muddled and distracted between lulls. But she shoves the blankets down and her knees fall open, displaying her pussy. She’s wet and pink and oh so ready for me.

“Good. Remember that,” I warn her. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you.”

Surprise makes her eyes widen, showing off the whites. Grinning, I grab her ankle and pull. Tug her down the bed. Startled, she yelps. Alphas are aggressive. I’ve been fucked by Liam enough to know how hard our alpha likes it sometimes. Helped him fuck Gabriel or Kat stupid too.

I’m going to rut her into the nest and dick her down so good that she forgets my knot is silicone.

I pull her down the nest until her legs are hanging off the edge. Precariously perched. She bends her knees and lifts herhips on instinct to keep her balance. Spreads her pussy for me. Exactly how I want her.

Perfect.

I notch my cock to her entrance and shove inside. No warmup or gentle preparation. No slow, easing thrusts. I bottom out inside her and make her body adjust to me. Her nostrils flare as she breathes in deep, adapting to me and my blunt intrusion. She gets wetter. Fresh slick soaks me and makes my rough entry smoother.

“You like that, Kat?” I ask her, thrusting hard. Making her tits bounce and her thighs quiver. “You like getting fucked hard and fast like a perfect little slut? Yeah, you do. Your pussy’s already strangling my dick, begging for my knot.”

Kat mewls and tucks her legs up tighter. Stops focusing on her balance and relies on me instead. Gets lost in our fucking and trusts me to catch her if she falls. I slam into her. Fuck the air out of her lungs and the thoughts out of her pretty head.

“Fuck,” Liam whispers.

“Meu Deus.”

I pound her relentlessly. Until her nipples are hard buds and her pussy quivers on my cock. I keep fucking her through her spasms, her aftershocks, not stopping. Merciless. The knotting ring is tight. It makes me slower to come. But I don’t mind trying all that much harder.

“Listen to how wet that pussy is,” I say, reaching a thumb between her folds. Finding her clit and rubbing it until her back bows. If I weren’t gripping her tightly, she’d damn near levitate off the bed. “It wants a baby, doesn’t it?”

Kat tries to speak, but can’t. She’s too busy panting. Too busy coming on my cock as I ruthlessly fuck her cunt and stroke her clit. She comes again and I fuck her through her orgasm, not pausing. Not letting her come down or catch her breath. Her pussy clamps down like a vice, trying to stranglemy orgasm from my cock. Anything to make this harsh claiming end. Because her body knows it’s mine.

There are benefits to always watching her. Observing and taking mental notes. I know what she likes. What they all do. And I don’t have any qualms about giving it to her. They’re too gentle for her. Too sweet considering what she really wants, what she craves, what she writes about. To be loved like our precious omega, the mother of our beautiful children, and to be fucked like our dirty whore. Our perfect omega fuck doll.

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