Page 95 of Breeding Clinic

“Mmhmm.” The slide of his thick alpha cock in and out of me is delicious. It’s so wet with cum and slick. So stretched andready. My mind tries to latch onto what he said, but I keep getting distracted by the way his big balls slap against my mound when he tugs me down on his cock. He fucks me faster. Lifts me up and drops me down. Grinds us together. Lifts me again. My rounded thighs slap against his firm ones. Aplap, plap, plapsound that’s unmistakable for anyone walking by our parked limo.

His pace picks up. Like he’s carving a home for himself inside me with his dick. One increasingly hard thrust at a time, turning brutal and relentless. My pussy surrenders to him. Gets slick with arousal. An omega’s natural defense for a blindly rutting alpha. The rougher they are, the more our bodies make us love it.

And I do. He stretches me wide and plugs me deep until the hole inside me is filled once more. I forgot how much I missed having a pack. How much I crave it and the safety and comfort of numbers.

Liam grabs me by my hair and tugs my head back, angling me. Exposing even more of my throat. He presses the side of his face against it and growls, deep and rumbling. “Answer my question, omega.”

My pussy tightens on him and a purr stutters through my chest. I don’t remember what he asked. I whine, distressed. I can’t disappoint my alpha. I need to pay attention. Need to think beyond the tightening need in my pelvis. The all-consuming urge to come on a knot. My focus is spotty like it gets during a heat. “What?”

His fingers dig tight into my hips and ass. His hips lift off the seat. Thighs bouncing me. Only his tight grip on me keeps me firmly planted. My cunt sheathes his cock perfectly. It’s what my body was made for.

Liam groans, like he’s in pain. He growls again, his fingers tightening in my hair. Pinning me in place. His knot swellsagainst my entrance. It tugs at my pubic bone. Pulling free with force and effort. I whimper as he shoves it back in.

“Do you want to be our omega? Answer me now, Kat,” he asks again. “Right now.” His patience is gossamer thin.

“Yes!”

Liam’s mouth slots over my scent gland. Sucks it into his mouth. His tongue licks over me. Savors my pheromones. My pussy tightens when he sucks the sensitive gland into his mouth.

His swelling knot rubs over the front of my walls. Pops free. Pushes in. Until it’s nearly too swollen to budge.

Liam opens his jaw wider, angling his head. His sharp canines graze my skin. Nicking me with every bouncing thrust.

“Bite me,” I beg, my pussy clenching on his cock. Squeezing his growing knot. I fist my hand in his jacket. “Please.”

His teeth clamp down, cutting skin. His mouth is warm and sharp. He scissors his jaw, working his teeth in deeper. Penetrating me. Lighting up nerves as he marks me. He growls as he bites me deeper until the bond snaps into place between us hard and fast.

It’s an overload of sensation. Foreign whispers of thoughts and feelings. Pleasure. His. Mine. I can’t tell the difference. It doesn’t matter anymore. Satisfaction washes over me through the bond. Thoughts that aren’t mine. Of conquest and pride. Of claiming. Breeding. Marking. Victory, and I’m the cherished prize.

He forces me down onto his swollen knot and pushes it in. Forces my pussy to stretch around it and take it. It pops inside, lodging behind my pubic bone, and swells shut. Locks all of their cum inside me. Ties us together.

Liam reaches between my legs and rubs my aching clit as he gnaws his mating bite even deeper into my throat. I scream with the force of my orgasm. Whimper. I come so hard, my bellytightens. Rippling contractions roll down my abdomen in waves. Something cold and wet trickles down my chest. My breast. Drips off my nipple. How much am I bleeding?

Purring, Liam eases his jaw apart. The pain is dull and achy. He licks it, making it throb. I pant, settled on his lap, knotted and bred, as he laps at his claiming bite. The longer he keeps it open the higher the chance it’ll scar. The better the bond.

I don’t have any concerns about the mark fading. He bit me so deep that I think he hit muscle. My shoulder is too sore to lift, and I’m too spent to care about moving. Especially while he purrs like that for me.

“Did you know it was this brutal?” Matthew asks Gabriel.

“Mmm. Her dress is ruined.”

Good.Omegas like to preserve their mating garments in special keepsake boxes. The bloodier the better. The deeper the mating bite, the tighter the bond. And the less likely an alpha has to repeat it. My focus is fuzzy as I sit on his lap, impaled on his cock and knotted into place, while he tends to my mating bite. Licking it to keep it clean and help it scar.

Liam’s presence is there inside me. A happy whisper of a thought. I curl up in that presence, satisfied. He’s strong. Fit. Kind. A good breeder. My instincts are satisfied. I chose him and this pack well.

We stay like that for what seems like forever. Once his knot softens and releases us, I’m awake and aware enough to use the fabric of my gown to wipe the blood and saliva off my chest. Liam pulls me off his softening cock and turns me sideways so I’m across his lap. I tuck my head under his chin and enjoy being held like this. Like I’m precious.

Something nags at me, and finally I parse it out. There aren’t any other echoes. “You didn’t bite them,” I say.

“You can tell?” he asks. “I thought that was a myth.”

“No.” With my old pack, I could sense the echoes of theothers through Josh’s connection. It’s like tossing two stones into a pond and watching the ripples overtake one another. “You can tell if you listen closely. I want you to bite them. So I can have them with me too.”

“Okay,” Gabriel agrees.

“Do we get a say in this?” Matthew asks.

“Are you afraid of a little love bite?” Gabriel asks, amused.

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