Page 91 of Breeding Clinic

I tip my glass up to my lips to drink it, then notice something inside. It’s not ice. I stare at it closer, but the limo’s lighting is dim. I hold it up to the window and turn it and it sparkles from a passing streetlight. “Is that a ring?”

Matthew smiles. “It was my idea.”

“And I picked the ring out,” Gabriel says.

I take careful sips of champagne to empty the flute, then tip it so I can pull it out. The ring is beautiful. It’s a white gold setting with an oval center diamond and a ring of tiny stones paved around it and the band. “It’s beautiful.”

“I know that alphas and omegas don’t usually do rings,”Matthew says, “but it’s a beta tradition. It didn’t seem right to skip it.”

Tears swell in my eyes and threaten to ruin my makeup. “I love it. Which finger does it go on again?”

“Here, let me.” Gabriel slides out of his seat and gets on his knees before me. He takes the ring from me and reaches for my left hand. It slides onto my left fourth finger. The fit is perfect.

“How did you know my size?” I ask, holding my hand up to the light and moving it to watch the stones glitter.

“I measured your finger with a piece of string while you were sleeping,” Matthew says.

So much planning and thought went into this. I’m speechless. “Thank you.” I press my hand to my heart. “I love it.”

“While I’m down here,” Gabriel says, grabbing my dress hem and inching it up. The fabric pools in my lap. He palms my knees and spreads them wide, then drops a kiss to my inner thigh. Gabriel hooks his thumbs in the sides of my panties and tugs at them.

I lift my hips, letting him slide them down. He lifts one leg at a time, pulling my feet free, careful not to catch the panty’s straps on my heels.

“Look at you,” Gabriel says, rubbing his thumb over the black silicone nestled between my folds. “Soaking wet. Did you like being teased in the restaurant, you dirty girl?”

“Yes.” I spread my legs wider for him.

Gabriel pulls the toy free with a wet sucking sound. He sticks the knobby protrusion into his mouth like a pacifier and licks it clean, then pulls it out with a wet pop. “So sweet. And I hardly got any dessert. But that’s okay. You can be my dessert.”

He dips his head between my thighs and cleans me with his tongue. Licking up my slick and sucking my arousal-plumped lips into his mouth. I moan and get more comfortable on the seat, leaning back to enjoy his feasting between my thighs.Gabriel sucks my clit in his mouth, making circles with his tongue. Then fucks it into me, teasing my sensitive hole. My thighs clench and unclench around his head.

He shifts my leg so he can angle deeper. Penetrate further. Lap up more of my cream. My back arches and my heel digs into his back, but he doesn’t seem to care as he eats my pussy like he’s starving.

“Gabriel,” I moan, tangling my hand in Gabriel’s hair. Urging him deeper. My hips twitch against his face as he licks me and suckles my clit. “Oh, fuck. You’re so good at that.” My fingers tighten in his slicked-back hair, mussing it. “You’re so good at eating pussy.”

Matthew slips onto the bench seat beside me. Trapping me between him and Liam. He grabs my face and pulls me toward him. Presses his lips to mine in a surprising kiss. Our first. I moan into his mouth.

He joins us in sex occasionally. But not always. Sometimes he only watches. The nights he participates, when he fills my mouth, are always my favorite. Ever since they taught me what having multiple holes stuffed at once is like, I’ve become addicted. Addicted tothem. To their cocks. Their delicious scents and cum.

The way they stare at me, like I’m precious. Their constant devotion. The way they hold and rub my belly. How Matthew’s already building a library of baby books even though we haven’t moved into the house yet. How Liam sends me photos of various fruits and vegetables, tracking the size of our growing baby. How Gabriel grabs me, randomly, spinning me into a dance and singing songs that sound amazing in Portuguese. I love them so much it nearly hurts. It almost seems like a wonderful dream I’ll wake up from at any minute.

Matthew’s tongue pushes past my lips and dances with minewhile Gabriel laps me up, relentless and determined to make me gush slick right into his mouth.

I moan and wrap an arm around Matthew, dragging him closer against me. He angles his head and deepens the kiss, shoving a hand down my dress into the cup of my bra. He grabs a breast and squeezes. Finds my nipple and pinches it lightly.

I let out a cry, and he swallows my sounds down and pinches harder. Twists the tight, firm bud as his tongue fucks my mouth and Gabriel sucks on my clit. My nipples are sensitive. He swears that I’ll be able to come from nipple stimulation alone with enough practice. I’m so glad the uncomfortable soreness I had at first has gone away.

Gabriel’s tongue flicks at my clit in rapid bursts and he pushes two fingers inside me, pumping deep. Curling them to stroke along my inner wall. My groin tightens and my back arches. My shoes dig into him, urging him on. His fingers pump faster. Harder. Curl more. And his tongue never stops. Slick makes wet, vulgar sounds as he fingers me.

I come hard, my thighs trembling. A gush of slick bursts from me as my walls clamp down on his fingers. The relief is enormous. A release of pressure that makes me sigh. Gabriel moans against my pussy and licks me until my walls stop fluttering.

“Meu Deus,” Gabriel says. “I think she squirted.”

I pull away from Matthew to check. Gabriel’s front is drenched. His tux is probably ruined. I sit up, shocked. “Did I pee on you?”

Gabriel lifts his suit jacket to his nose and sniffs. His tongue darts out to lick it. “No. It’s slick. I think you squirted.”

I’m still horrified. “Oh my God. Your suit’s ruined.” And probably my dress. And maybe the limo. They’re never getting their cleaning deposit back.

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