Page 60 of Donation Clinic

Liam shoves the torn panties aside until he has full access to her pussy. He tosses the knife aside and grabs her buttocks, spreading them apart to see her completely. “If you don’t want me to cut them off, then stop wearing underwear around me.”

Her complaints disappear when his cock nudges at her entrance again. He pushes inside her and sets a relentless rhythm. I work a hand between her thighs again. Pull her cut panties aside and find her clit. “Oh, fuck. Oh my God.”

“We’re gonna put so many babies in you,” Liam says, groaning as he buries himself deep.

“Four is too many,” Kat says.

“How? If you can do three you can do four.”

“It’s too many, Liam. I’m too old.”

His response is a slap on her ass. “No, you aren’t. But if you want to have them fast, I’ll have you pregnant again with your next heat.”

“Oh, fuck,” Kat says, arching back to meet his thrusts. “Don’t stop.” She reaches back to grab his thigh. To hold onto him.

His hands roam over her body, fingers sinking into plush skin and making divots as he holds her firmly pinned against the table. One leg propped up for easy fucking.

“It’s what you were made for,” Liam says. “What your body wants. My baby in your belly. My knot in your pretty cunt. My teeth in your smooth white throat.”

Gabriel kisses her throat. Her shoulder. He works the thin strap of her summer dress down her arm and pushes her bra down with it until her tits bounce free. They’re full and heavy. The nipples hard, aching points. He plays with them. Cups her breast and brings it to his mouth. Licks and sucks, then gently bites. Her pussy spasms against my fingers.

“We’ll give you a nest full of chubby, round-cheeked babies,” Liam continues. “You can protest all you want, but I feel the way your pussy clenches around my cock. How it’s begging for my knot. My cum. Your body tells me everything I need to know. That it wants this. So be honest, Kat. Do you not want it, or are you afraid you can’t have it? Because we’re going to make all your deep desires come true once I mark your pretty throat. All you have to do is sayplease.”

“I want it,” she admits. “But you might feel differently later.”

“I won’t.” He fists her hair and drags her head back. Exposes the throat he’s bruised. Our pack’s temporary mark. A promise for more to come. “I hope our babies have your eyes.”

The table creaks from their antics. It’s a miracle it holds at all from the way he pounds into her.

He’s relentless. I had no idea his breeding urge ran so deep. That it made him so insatiable. He’s been stuck in a near permanent state of rut since the day he met her.

“Liam,” she moans.

He nips her ear. “I hope we have a boy next.”

Gabriel toys with her peaked nipple while I tease her clit. She’s there on the edge again a moment later. Her face flushes red. Her mouth rounds with a wordless moan.

“That’s it, kitten,” Liam purrs. “Come for us.”

We hold her there. Balanced on that precipice. Her breathing grows uneven. And then she comes, loud and devastated. Her head drops back onto his shoulder in full surrender while her body pulses. While she submits to her alpha. To her pack.

“You’re taking me so well,” Liam praises her. “Here’s your knot, pretty kitty. Here’s your cream.”

He sucks in a breath with his final thrusts before his knot swells and locks them tight. Liam turns her head. Exposes more of her bruised throat. Her pale skin is already turning colors. Round purple marks cover old faded scars. He nips her, ignoring her whine, hips jerking and slowing as he comes.

We pet her while she catches her breath. Let her settle on his bulbous knot. Gabriel and Liam run their hands over her chest and arms, smoothing her hair from her face. I pet their tie. Stroke them where they’re stuck together.

And then because I can, because it makes me feel involved, I make her come again. I play with her clit until she shudders on Liam’s knot, her pussy milking him. He grunts and eyes me, his gaze catching mine. He purrs with approval.

Liam kisses Kat’s cheek and strokes his thumb over the bruise on her neck. “Four?” he asks.

Breathless, she nods. She leans against him for support while they wait for his knot to shrink.

“Four,” she says. “But if you change your mind after the third, I’m going to say I told you so.”

Liam kisses her forehead. “I won’t. I can’t imagine a baby this pack makes that I wouldn’t love.”

They stare at each other while the word love hangs in the air. Until Kat’s stomach growl interrupts the tender moment.

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