Page 26 of Breeding Clinic

Liam groans and lets go. Lets me take over as I feed his cock into my mouth. His hand drops to my head and my sagging ponytail. Fingers card through my hair, petting me.

He’s salty and musky at first, and then I taste his pheromones. Sweet pine. It shouldn’t be this good. Crisp. Spiky. Sweet. A little perfumey. The herbal taste settles my stomach, and I suck, cheeks hollowing, searching for more.

I’ve heard that an alpha’s cum is good for a breeding omega. But I always chalked it up to a myth told by horny alphas trying to get laid.

I want more. Need it. I squeeze his base, pulling. Milking him for more. The drops of pre-cum aren’t enough. His cum will be so much better. Richer, thicker with pheromones.

“Fuck, Kat. You’re good at sucking cock,” he groans. His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling lightly as he pulls and pushes my head down, setting the rhythm. “Don’t stop, kitten. I’m close.”

I can’t pull his balls out because of his tight jeans, so I play with them through the fabric instead. Massaging over them. Cupping their heavy weight. I keep my lips tight around his flared head and lave him with my tongue, dipping it into his slit. Fluttering it over the sensitive skin underneath where it connects to his shaft.

His knot swells, bumping against my lips and nose. I fist it, my fingers tight, and bob faster. My jaw aches. My hair falls completely as he fists his hand at the base of my nape. Squeezing until it aches, dull and delicious.

Liam groans, his hips lifting to drive his cock in and out of my wet mouth. “Kat,” he moans.

It’s my only warning before he comes. His cock jerks in my hand. Pulses. A lash of semen strikes across my tongue with every involuntary movement.

“Don’t swallow yet,” he orders.

I whine, annoyed, but obey. Let him empty into my mouth. Collect every drop. I fist his knot, squeezing out another spurt. Once he’s spent, I pop off his cock and sit up.

Liam grabs my face, and I go still. Freezing like prey caught by a predator. It’s an instinctive response.

His grip is firm but not bruising as he palms my jaw in one big hand. “Open.”

My mouth falls open, showing him the wad of cum gathered on my tongue. It starts to drip from the corner of my mouth. He grunts. “Swallow.”

I close my mouth and swallow. My throat bobs as I drink his pine tinged cum down. It rolls down my throat, coating my stomach. He grins, showing off one canine. Sharp alpha teeth. The sight makes me shiver, but not with fear.

“That’s my good girl.” His thumb slides across my slick mouth.

Liam tugs me forward and grazes my lips with his. He kisses me, no hesitation that my mouth still tastes like him.

“When can I see you again?” he asks after we pull apart.

I tug the top of my dress up so my breasts are covered and settle on my seat. His pub is probably busiest on the weekends and I set my own schedule. “Monday?” That’s four days from now.

“Monday,” he agrees, nodding. “Come over for dinner. Matthew is a wonderful cook, and I want you to meet my pack properly.”

Nervous, I nod. Family dinner with the pack is a big leap up from first date fun. But I’m pregnant with his baby. None of this is normal. We’re doing everything out of order.

“I’ll walk you to your door, just give me a second.” He lifts his ass up and shoves his cock and swollen knot down the leg of his jeans. Once he’s tucked away, he grabs the bag with my books from the backseat and gets out, coming around to open my door.

Such a gentleman. Except when he’s fingering me in public. Not that I’m complaining.

He walks me to my door, and once I’ve unlocked it, he pulls me back in for one last kiss. A long, passionate one. The kind that steals my breath and makes me rise up on my toes to make it deeper. I’ve missed kissing, and he does it well.

We break apart, and he watches me go inside where Waffles is already meowing and telling me he needs food in his bowl.

“No,” I tell my needy cat. “You’re getting fat again.” I play with him instead, pulling out my phone to call Jen and tell her everything.

“Shut up,” she says when I tell her that he fingered me in the bookstore then bought me all the books I wanted. “So when are you mating him? Because a guy who fingers you and buys you books is one hundred percent mate material.”

I toss Waffle’s jingle ball across the room and watch him fetch it while I grin. “I still have to meet his pack. They might hate me.”

“They’re not going to hate you. But I will if you don’t send me photos. I want to see these men. Are they handsome?”

“They’re all pretty different, but yeah.” All three of them are handsome in their own way. Liam’s energy straddles feral and sweet, making his guy-next-door look deceiving. Gabriel is tall, athletic, and seems easy going. It’s Matthew I don’t know anything about other than his photo. And I’ve never seen how the three of them interact with one another.

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