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Kat’s back arches as he fills her ass while I’m deep in her pussy. We stretch her wide and stuff her full. Fill both holes. Once he’s inside, I start to thrust. Use my grip on her ass to work her on both of our cocks.

Kat moans, rocking with us. Fucking herself on our cocks now that she’s warmed up and ready to go.

“Meu Deus, she’s so tight back here.”

“I can feel you fucking her,” I moan, thrusting slowly. Building up a rhythm. Finding our pace together. “Your cock is rubbing against me.”

We fuck her slowly until she stops whining. Until her shocked noises turn to moans. Then we fuck her for real. Alternating. Surging together. Making her take us however we want.

“You’re being such a good girl for us,” I praise her, spreading her ass cheeks for him. “Bend her arms behind her back,” I tell him.

“Fuck.” Gabriel curses, but does it. He twists her arms back and pins them down while he fucks her in the ass.

Kat gets wetter. Slick rolls down her body, dripping onto me. She likes it. Likes being our perfect, dirty slut.

I let go of her ass to grab her face, angling it toward me. Making her look. “Yeah, you like that. You like having a cock in both of your slutty holes.”

Kat shudders. Her face and chest flush. Her pussy spasms, and she comes.

And I can’t help but to follow her. To hear the strangled noises she makes and surge up faster. Chase the tight spiral of my own release. I come so hard I forget about inflating the knot, but Liam remembers. He takes the bulb and pumps it. The cock ring tightens on my shaft as it swells, plugging up her pussy.

I tug her hips down and grind her onto my pseudo knot until it’s buried. And Gabriel fucks her still, his cock rubbing against me through her fluttering walls. Pushing past my buried knot. Shoving in deep as he uses her ass until eventually he’s close too.

“I’m going to come,” he warns us. His cock jerks inside her. Kicks against mine through a thin dividing wall. Stuffs her ass full of cum until both of her holes are nice and soaked.

“Pull out first,” I tell him. I don’t want his cum dripping onto her pussy when it’s not plugged up. This baby’s mine.

Gabriel listens, pulling out and collapsing on his side. I tighten my arms around Kat and roll us, flipping her so she’sunder me. My silicone knot is still buried deep, locking her womb up tight for me.

She barely stirs. I’ve fucked her asleep again. The gnawing hunger of her heat satisfied. At least for now.

We stay like that for a bit. With me half on her. Pinning her down in the nest. Covering her with my body. She loves it. Finds safety in being covered and smooshed. Her primal need for protection’s been met.

Alphas no longer battle to the death over omegas, of course, but the hindbrain needs what it wants. Instinct can’t be reasoned with. Kat sleeps, and I lie there, soaking in the soft curves of her face. The way her baby hairs curl on her sweat-beaded brow. The gentle rise and fall of her chest and the absolute certainty Kat must have to sleep this soundly in my arms. Safe. Cherished. Protected.

I kiss her forehead and deflate the knot, pulling free once it’s released its air. The plug goes in her cum slicked hole. Our cycle continues.

Liam comes in his hand and smears his satisfied alpha pheromones on her chest. Rubbing the scent into her tits. Coating her in his perfume so that Kat sleeps deeper. She curls on her side, and I tuck a soft blanket over her while my sperm go to work.

I curl around her and bury my face in her hair. Gabriel and Liam join us, taking this moment to nap. We’ll have to get up. Get clean. Force water down her throat. But for now, there’s only peace. Only comfort and pack. I hook my arm around her under the blanket and rest my palm on her belly.

Three days later when Liam sniffs her and pronounces her pregnant, all I can do is give them a thumbs up. There’s no moisture left in my body to coat my mouth so I can speak. My eyes are gritty, and it takes effort to keep them open.

I crash and sleep for fourteen hours straight.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

KAT

The way Liamkeeps looking at the powder blue onesies covered in pastel cartoon dinosaurs tells me what he’s thinking. He adores our three daughters, but I know how much he wants a boy too.

I reach out and touch the one with the green stegosaurus pattern and consider it. A boy would be nice. “You know, I asked Dr. Fugo if there’s any natural way to choose the baby’s gender.”

Liam’s grip tightens on our shopping cart. “Really?”

“They can do that?” Matthew asks.

“There’s research that says diet and timing can make someone more likely to have a specific gender,” I say.

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