Page 74 of Breeding Clinic

Instead of letting me go, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and kisses my temporary claiming mark. “Good. You don’t need to think.”

His hips press into me, his half-mast erection noticeableagainst my backside. I’m not the only one affected by his shenanigans. I stare at Matthew and Gabriel for help, but neither looks ready to jump in and intervene with our terminally horny alpha.

“Our nest is gonna be crazy,” I warn him.

“It’s going to be perfect. Do you know why?”

He nips my bruise, a fresh waft of pheromones thickening the air between us. My nipples tighten and my damp spot grows. If he keeps this up I’m going to soak through my jeans.

“Why?” I ask, my voice soft and breathy. It’s taking all of my willpower to not grind my ass against his thickening cock.

“Because you’re the one making it for us.”

Oh, fuck.I can’t handle it when he says nice things to me in that growly voice. How far away are the bathrooms in this maze of a building, and will they notice if we slip into the family one? I scan the ceiling where their black dome cameras watch the floor. A steady red light says it’s real and probably monitored.

“Can I help you guys find something?” a shop attendant asks from behind us.

I startle, my body stiffening. I didn’t hear or smell the omega worker approach us.

“Pillows,” Liam says.

“This is the pillow section. All of the pillows you saw in the floor displays can also be found here. Is there one in particular you’re looking for?” the shop attendant asks.

I grab the nearest pillow I can reach. It’s one of their fun shaped ones. This one is a margarita, and the salt on the rim is textured cottony fluff. “Found it. Thanks.”

“Let me know if you need help with anything else,” he says brightly, taking up a post nearby. He neatens rows of fun and cutesy pillows that don’t need straightening. It’s clear he’s hovering to keep us in line.

My blush makes my ears hot. Liam chuckles and I slap the margarita pillow against his chest, then pull myself out of his orbit. I really don’t want to get banned from Nested. They have the cutest baby stuff.

“Should we find the nursery sets?” Matthew asks when we come across that section.

“This is cute,” Gabriel says, looking at a white sleigh crib.

“It is,” I agree. It’s pretty and traditional, but too modern-looking for our new house. “Do you see anything more vintage?”

“Here.” Matthew motions us over to a display room.

We join him and my heart skips a beat. It’s perfect. The fake walls have been wallpapered with a soft green paper covered with bunnies in different poses. They’re realistic, like Beatrix Potter’s watercolors more so than cartoonish. The crib has thin slats with a solid curved headboard. The wooden frame along the bottom is carved and it sits on clawed feet. The sign says it converts into a toddler bed and then a twin. I can almost see our little girl growing up with this set in her princess tower room.

“It’s perfect.” I run my hand over the crib’s carvings. “I want all of it. Including that wallpaper.”

“I’m not sure if they sell that,” Gabriel says. He finds the set’s acrylic sign and slides out a paper with the information on it.

Matthew looks up from his phone. “They do. I found the SKU number.”

I spin around and find Liam. He’s leaning against the fake wall, his arms crossed and a satisfied smile on his face. “I want this set.”

“Okay,” he agrees. Liam kicks off from the wall and pulls me into a hug, kissing my forehead. “If you want it, then you’ve got it, kitten. Do we need anything else?”

My feet are killing me. My bladder is going to burst if Idon’t find the bathroom soon. And I’m starving. How long have we been here? There aren’t many windows in this section of the store. The fluorescent lighting means it could be two in the afternoon or morning and you’d never be able to tell.

I rack my brain but can’t come up with anything we’re missing. We’ve already planned to go living and dining room shopping another day. “No.”

“Good. I could eat a horse,” Liam says.

“I read that they don’t sell those anymore,” Matthew says. “The meatballs are all beef now.”

“What?” I ask, horrified.

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