Page 46 of Breeding Clinic

Liam does it. He threads his fingers into my hair at the nape and makes a fist.

My breath rushes out of me with a low, throaty moan. I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Harder,” Matthew orders. “She likes it.”

Liam fucks me harder. Pulls my hair with one hand and squeezes my ass cheek with the other. The rapid, deep thrusts overwhelm me. My scalp burns with a dull, delicious ache. And Matthew watches all of it. Our depravity. Directs it.

I don’t know if it’s the audience or the position, but Liam’s wild. It’s like my heat all over again. When the sight of my upturned ass made him nearly feral to mount me.

My thighs tremble with the force of his thrusts and my orgasm swells. It tightens in my core, pulsing. Consuming.

“I’m gonna come,” I moan.

“Come on my dick, kitten.”

He barely gets the pet name out before the tension snaps. As if I were waiting for permission. My body goes still for an agonizingly long second, and then my pussy spasms.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “That’s it.”

“Describe it,” Matthew orders.

“She’s milking my cock. I can’t… I can’t hold back any longer. God, I love this pussy. Your pussy’s so damn good, kitten.”

His pace slows, thrusts becoming deep and languid. He comes with a groan. Cock pulsing. Breathing hard. Cum filling me to bursting. His knot swells. Plugging me tight. Stoppering all those healthy pheromones in deep where I need them. Where I crave them. He’s got me addicted to his dick. To his purr and pheromones, and to his kindness. He makes me feel safe again. Desired and cherished. I haven’t felt that way in a long time. Longer than before my old pack split up.

Liam lets go of my hair and strokes me fondly. He uses my aftershocks and flutters to milk his knot. Collapses on top of me, his weight and scent a comforting blanket of alpha. I’m protected.

His thumbs rub circles in my skin and he purrs for me. Slowly our breathing returns to normal. Once we’re somewhat recovered, Liam shifts us so we’re on our sides. He spoons me, his bigger body covering me from head to toe. A purr rattles in my chest too. All we need is a big fluffy blanket and this would be perfect.

Matthew sets the knife aside and drapes a fuzzy blanket over us like he’s some sort of mind reader. It’s pale blue with a delicate floral pattern. I don’t remember this blanket being here.Did they buy this? For me?

Matthew climbs into bed with us, settling on his side too, but facing us.

“Kat, I’d like to ask you something,” Matthew says.

My gut reaction is to ask if something’s wrong. If we went too far with him in the room before he’s ready. “What is it?”

“Can I touch your baby bump?”

The request is so sweet. Tentative, compared to the sternpersona he had in that chair. I move my arm to give him access to my stomach and smile. “Of course.”

He pushes the blanket aside, exposing me, and reaches for my belly. His palm is warm and his touch is gentle. It’s also in the wrong spot.

I cup his hand with mine and move it lower. To where our baby is. I push his fingertips down harder. His eyes widen with surprise when he finds it. The firm ball of my full uterus.

“That’s our baby?” he asks, his voice full of wonder.

“Yes.”

“They’re not moving.”

I laugh softly. “It’s too early for that. The baby has to get bigger first.”

He studies me quietly, his attention focused. It’s slightly awkward. He’s the only pack mate I haven’t been with. I’m not quite sure what to expect.

“You were right. Her breasts are a lot bigger,” he says.

His comment takes me completely by surprise. I blush and Liam chuckles. Liam reaches around and cups one, gently squeezing. Pinching my nipple. My pussy throbs around his knot like they’re connected.

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