Page 58 of Donation Clinic

A lone tear rolls down Kat’s cheek and she brushes it away, then lets out a nervous giggle. “How long were you saving that one?” she asks, her cheeks pink. But she’s smiling.

Liam grins. “A while. It’s Mattie’s fault. He’s making me read your books with him.”

“Oh my God,” she says, rubbing the rest of the tears from her eyes. “Please tell me you didn’t read my first one. I didn’t know what I was doing then.”

Fuck, her old pack really did a number on her self-esteem. “Of course I did,” I tell her. “I like seeing how your writing’s evolved over the years. It’s definitely gotten kinkier.” I wink at her, and she groans with embarrassment.

“So where did we land on this dog thing?” Gabriel asks, stabbing a cluster of vegetables onto his fork. “Because I was serious.”

“I like dogs,” I say.

“Me too, but maybe not a puppy,” Kat says. “We could adopt an adult.”

After a minute of silence, Liam agrees. “Okay. We’ll look at the house. And dogs. And I’ll sign whatever agreement Mattie’s cousin says is good. But I want my mating bite on your throat before we go buying a pack house and moving. And I want our pack name on the baby’s birth certificate.”

Oh, shit.He’s been so careful to tiptoe around the subject of mating. She gets cagey whenever he ever so slightly brings it up. Gabriel and I both glance between them.

Kat nods, agreeing, and Liam growls. Low and subtle. The hair on the back of my neck stands up at the sound. I’ve never heard him make it before now. He’s only ever growled when there was a particularly nasty incident at the pub.

“Mattie,” Liam says, his voice deep and jagged. “You’d better clear the table of whatever you want to save in the next thirty seconds.”

My eyes widen when I realize he’s serious. Gabriel helps me save my grandmother’s porcelain and the cut crystal salt cellar we got as a pack present. We get the most precious things shoved to the other end of the table and blow the candles out by the time Liam gets out of his chair and pulls Kat out of hers.

“You can’t bite me now!” she says. “We have to wait for the paperwork.”

“Fine.” Liam spins her around and bends her over the dining table. He pulls her dress up and tugs her panties down. I can tell the exact moment his fingers connect with her pussy because her eyes flutter and her hips rock against the table, making the place setting clink.

“I’m not going to bite you,” Liam growls. “But I’m sure as hell going to mark you today.” He leans over her, moving her hair to the side. Exposing her throat. Licking her. “Let the whole world know you’re ours.”

“Liam,” she sighs, adjusting her stance. Spreading her legs wider. Giving him easier access.

“How long have you been looking at houses?” he asks her.

“A… a while,” she admits.

“Did you daydream about it? Living with your pack?” He rucks her dress up higher, exposing the curve of her bare ass.

“Yes.”

“I’ve been dreaming of it too,” he admits. “Of waking up to your pretty face instead of a cold spot where you should be. I don’t like it when you leave.”

“I spend more time here than at my own house,” she says, fidgeting under him.

“It’s not enough,” Liam growls. “It’s never enough. I want all of you. I want you in our nest. I want my bite mark on your neck. Our babies in your belly. Once I have you, Kitten, I’m never letting you go. Is that what you’d like? Do you want to be ours? Forever? Because I won’t settle for anything less than an eternity of you.”

“Yes,” she agrees.

The wet sound of his fingers plunging in and out of her competes with the low rumble of his growl. The rough sounds turn into a purr as she submits. Hangs her head, exposing her throat for him.

It’s fascinating to see. The change in them both. He’s always had a dominant, rough streak.

Gabriel tugs at the top of her dress until her breasts spill out. Her pink nipples are visible through the sheer lace of her low-cut bra. Gabriel tugs her breasts free and pinches her nipple until it’s hard.

Liam stops fingering her so he can work his pants open, his thick cock filling his hand. It’s already huge, the beginning of his knot evident. Kat’s so small compared to him. How does she take it? But her body’s designed to complement his. To take an alpha’s cock, a knot, to be the gentle cushion for all that pent up aggression.

“Tell me you want it,” Liam says while he fists his cock and rubs it up and down her slit.

Kat bends forward more, pushing her ass out. Putting her breast more into Gabriel’s hand. “I want you. All of you.”

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