Page 43 of Breeding Clinic

How many people did they tell? I rub my tiny belly and smile. Now that we’re past the worst of the risk, I’m less nervous about people knowing. “I am. My app says the baby’s the size of a kiwi.”

“Congratulations,” she says, moving the plate of eggplant fries and garlic aioli to where I can reach it. “I have one at home. Enjoy this time and sleep as much as you can. It goes by fast.”

“I will.”

She disappears to check on her tables and I eat my food. It’s good. Liam gets me a refill of my drink while he’s making his rounds. By the time I’m done eating, the real bartender—a beta named Eric—shows up.

“Took forever for the tow truck to come. I’m sorry,” he apologizes.

“Don’t worry about it,” Liam says, clapping a hand on Eric’s shoulder. “Accidents happen. That’s why they’re called accidents.” He gives Eric a run down of who has what tab started.

When they’re done and Liam turns to me, my body tightens with anticipation. He leans across the bar again. “If you’re done with your eggplant, I’ve got another one to show you.”

“Oh, do you? Is it in the back?” I tease him.

He winks at me. “It’s upstairs.”

I slide off my stool and follow him to the back, to the roped-off hidden stairs that lead up to the apartment. He lets me go first. Probably so he can watch my ass.

The minute we’re inside, he pounces on me. The door hits my back as he crowds me against it. His hands wander all over my body. Tracing the flare of my hip. Ghosting over my small baby bump. Grabbing a handful of tits. They’re less sore now than they were.

My nipples tighten, aching, and rub against my bra. And while he’s groping me, he’s kissing me until I’m breathless. We’re both ravenous, but not for food.

We break for air, and he slides his nose down my jaw. My neck. His tongue licks my skin, tasting my pheromones where they’re strongest at my scent gland.

“Sorry for the garlic breath,” I apologize. Maybe I should have gone lighter on that aioli. It was so good, though.

“You’ve got me so hungry for you, kitten. I couldn’t care less.” He grabs my thigh and lifts it, holding me upright as he pins me against the wall. My tight skirt rides up, exposing my panties. His hips flex and his cock rubs my core through our layers of clothing. “You’re so pretty with your baby bump. It makes me want to put another baby in this sweet little pussy.”

My laugh turns into a moan with his grinding. The rub of his cock against my slit makes my brain short circuit. “That makes zero sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense is the fact that you’re not naked right now.”

He lifts me, his hands going under my ass, and my legs wrap around his hips. Liam carries me deeper into the apartment. Lays me down on their bed that smells like them. LikeLiam’s evergreens and Matthew’s icy snow woods and Gabriel’s crackling fire. Like safety and pack.

“Am I crushing you?” he asks, trying to keep his weight off me as he keeps me under him.

“I like it.” I slip my hands under his T-shirt and work it up, feeling all of the muscles of his back. He’s so strong. A perfect alpha. I love the sense of safety his large frame gives me. The instinctive need I have to be covered by him. Hidden. Protected.

Liam sits up and grabs the edge of his shirt, pulling it off. He tosses it aside.

I run my hands over his chest and stomach. Trace the lines of his abdominals. The dip and bump of muscles. The breadth of his chest and his hair. A few strands are gray. I love it. It makes him so masculine and the hair traps his pheromones, making his smell stronger.

His hands cup my belly. Squeeze my inner thighs, spreading me wider. He brushes a light touch over my mound before moving higher, to palm my breasts. He’s obsessed with my bigger breasts.

He traces the round shape of my areolas until they’re puffy and pinches my nipples until they’re rock hard and aching. I grind my hips, rubbing my pussy over his cock. Impatient. He strains against his jeans.

“Liam,” I whine.

“Yeah, kitten?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

Liam grins and pulls away, his hands reaching for his belt buckle. “Then get naked, kitten. I want to see that baby bump and those tits in all their glory.”

I twist and try to get the zipper of my dress down. It’s harder to get out of it than it was to get into it. He’s already naked, his ruddy cock jutting into the air. And I haven’t gotten very far at all.

“I think the zipper’s stuck.”

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