Page 59 of Donation Clinic

The way she glances between Gabriel and me tells me she means our pack. That we’re not some consolation prize she puts up with for alpha cock. Beyond her body’s urges, she likes us.

“Tell me you want my mark on your throat,” he demands.

“I want it.”

His hips thrust, burying himself inside her, and his lips wrap around her throat. He sucks, his cheeks hollowing, while he’s buried deep. Bruising her skin. Making a temporary claim where his teeth will one day cut. Where they’ll carve the bond of our pack into her.

I reach a hand up and play it over my own neck underneath the collar of my shirt. Where my tiny scent gland lies, a firm knot under the skin. Unblemished, unclaimed. Do I want that, too? I’ve never thought about it before. Not all alphas claim their betas. It’s not technically necessary. We don’t have the overactive scent gland that signals our availability to others. But what would that be like?

She moans, and the dishes clatter as Liam ruts her on the dining table. A spoon near the edge slides off and hits the floor. I’m too busy staring at their spectacle and caressing my own neck to think of catching it.

Liam lets her scent gland go with a wet pop, leaving a dark purple mark behind. He nips her, hard enough to bruise without cutting skin. “Five bedrooms?” he asks, leaning back to deepen his angle while they fuck. A firm grip on her shoulder keeps her in place.

Kat’s hands slide against the tablecloth, bunching it. “Yes.”

“That means four babies.” His hips smack against her ass. Liam shoves her dress up so we can all watch how her soft skin ripples with the force of their fucking.

“Three and an office,” she counters.

“Or four and we’ll build you a detached office. Your own private space in the back.” The slaps of their skin grow louder. Rapid.

Kat’s head drops forward, and I move the roasted vegetables before her hair gets into them. She moans. “You agreed to three.”

“That was before I realized how much room we’d have to expand. I want to renegotiate.”

“While you’re balls deep inside me?” she asks, incredulous.

“Yes,” he agrees, completely shameless. “Is it working?” He grins.

“We said three.”

“I want to try for a boy next. And Gabriel and Matthew, if they want. That’s four. Four is a perfect number, don’t you think?” he asks us.

The thought of having a baby that looks like Gabriel and one like me is enough to make me agree with him. And I remember how lonely I was as an only child. How often I wish I’d had a sibling to play with. A big family would be nice. Gabriel and Liam both came from big families. “Yes.”

“Yes,” Gabriel agrees while he plays with her breast. He’s worked a hand underneath her bra until he’s touching skin.

I lean over to slip a hand between her legs. She’s so wet that she’s dripping. Does the thought of bearing all our children really make such a needy mess of her? Slick drenches her inner thighs and then my fingers. I stroke her puffy lips and work in between them. Find her clit and add pressure, rubbing it while he fucks her.

“Oh, fuck. That’s not fair, Matthew.” Her hands tighten into fists, shifting the table cloth underneath her. A water glass topples over. It rolls off the table and hits the carpet without breaking. She looks at me, her face scrunched with strain. It’s cute. Like she’s confused that he can make her feel so good. That we all can. That I’m rubbing her clit.

“Four babies,” Liam promises between grunts. “We’re keeping you pregnant.”

Her clit is swollen. A firm little bud. It throbs under my fingers. Her cunt pulls taut, clenching tight around Liam’s cock. I rub her clit faster. Touch her how she likes it.

Gabriel wraps a hand around her throat and tips her head up. Surges out of his seat to kiss her, swallowing down her moans. He buries his hands in her hair to keep her from pulling away. From arguing against what we all know she really wants. After all, she hasn’t saidno.

We keep her busy. Distracted. It’s Liam’s cock she’ll come on, but it’s my fingers that will tip her over the edge. Gabriel’s kisses that keep her pussy clenching. She needs me and Gabriel, too. We’re pack.

I don’t have to fuck her to show her how she fits between us. How much she completes us. How much we want her here, between the three of us.

“You’re so wet for me, kitten. That’s our good girl,” Liam says. “Fuck, I need to have you deeper.”

Liam stops and pulls out to reposition her, ignoring her muffled cries of protest against Gabriel’s lips. He grabs her leg and lifts it, setting her knee on the dining table. Her panties twist around her leg, riding up her thigh. “This is in my fucking way,” he growls, grabbing the carving knife. “Don’t move, kitten.”

He pulls the panties away from her body, slips the knife underneath, and saws upward. The fabric frays, then falls apart. They sag down her leg.

Kat breaks her kiss with Gabriel to look at what Liam’s done. “I liked those,” she says. “You need to stop cutting my underwear off me.”

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