Page 5 of Breeding Clinic

I look at the shower with longing, but I’m not sure if I can get the sticker wet so I settle for washing up with a wet towel and brushing my teeth. By the time I’m cleaner, my need is rising again. I crawl into bed and kick the covers off, too hot to enjoy their softness.

I need dick in the worst way.

A whine builds in my throat as I fish around for my vibrator. I click the vibration setting on. It starts up, then dies a moment later. I click it again, but this time it doesn’t turn on. It’s dead. “Fuck.” I was so distracted from the insane levels of medicated horniness that I forgot to charge it.

There’s nothing to do except shove the charging cord into its base and set it aside, then problem solve this manually. Lying on my back, I spread my thighs and run my fingers up the sensitive inside. I massage over my swollen mound, sliding two fingers between my lips.

My clit aches, already swollen and ready. Always ready for more during a heat. I pinch my nipple and roll my clit in circles, rocking against my hand. It’s not enough. Pushing in, I stretch my channel wide and plunge two fingers, then three, into my slick hole. A whine rips from my throat, and I toss my head back and arch into the pumping motion of my hand.

My nipple is rock hard, my breast soft. I imagine themswollen with milk. Leaking. Imagine my cunt dripping with cum instead of slick.

They’re going to breed me. Going to shove healthy alpha sperm deep inside me so my womb can be filled. By next week I might be pregnant.

I whine again, too needy for words. The door beeps and opens, but I’m too close to coming to be worried that they’ll see me like this while they take the food tray away.

Let them watch. I don’t fucking care.All I care about is coming.

My clit throbs in time with my pulse and I moan. My hand isn’t fast enough. My fingers can’t pump deep enough. It isn’t enough. A needy omega sound pours from me.

A soothing alpha purr rumbles through the room in response. Slick bursts between my thighs, soaking my hand and thighs. Saturating the nest.

I’m startled enough to stop fingering myself and crack my eyes open.

An alpha, tall and broad chested with dark hair going gray at the temples and tan skin stands over me. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of soft gray sweatpants.

What the fuck?

I freeze and whine in confusion.

His purr doubles, getting louder and faster. It’s rusty, like he’s not used to doing it. But he gains confidence the more he does it. The sound smooths out to a rolling, thunderous rumble that makes my concerned thoughts settle. He slips a hand in the waistband of his sweatpants and shoves them down. A thick cock springs free.

My nostrils flare as I drag in his scent. Thick, deep woods full of pine trees and evergreens. And underneath his scent, two more. A comforting smoky fire and cold, crisp snow. He smells like happy memories and wilderness.

The alpha undresses until he’s naked, his big cock jutting forward in the air. A bead of pre-cum drips from his flared ruddy head.

Mouth watering and pussy weeping, I whine in confusion and need.Why is my donor here?

The alpha puts a knee on the bed as if testing the water, then crawls onto it. He reaches out and touches my ankle, closes his fingers, his grasp gentle but firm.

My mind shorts out the moment he makes contact. With his scent, his rumbling purr, his dripping cock, all I can think about is sitting on it. I need the deep, horrible ache inside me tostop.

A spasm wracks my core and my pussy clenches around my still buried fingers. Not enough.More. Moremoremore.

“Please,” I moan, not sure what I’m really asking for.

His hand slides up my leg, over my knee, and traces along the sensitive skin along my inner thigh. Fingers wrap around my wrist and tug my hand out of my cunt. I whimper at the loss, then stare enraptured as he brings my hand to his face. He sniffs me, then tastes me. His pink tongue darts out to lick the slick off my fingers. It’s wet and firm, and he purrs while he cleans me up. My pussy throbs, wishing his tongue was licking elsewhere.

The alpha stares at me with warm brown eyes. A short, trimmed beard covers his jaw. His nose is straight. His smile is even. He’s handsome. A thrill shivers through me. I picked a good one.

He licks my hand clean, then settles himself in the hollow of my body. His knee moves, knocks mine wider, and I arch instinctively. Spreading myself for him.

I put a hand on his chest to push him back. To ask him what the fuck he’s doing in my room. But then his cock brushes against my wet slit. I’m lost to the haze of my heat again.

My fingers dig into his skin to pull him closer. To line himup where I need him most. His head dips to the hollow of my throat, smelling me. His nose runs from my shoulder to the side of my jaw. My body tenses, going still on instinct. His teeth are dangerously close to my bare throat.

I whine with need. “Please.”

“You smell so fucking good,” he moans, his voice deep and rough. “Like fresh baked sugar cookies. I didn’t know it would be like this. Didn’t think…”

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