Breeding Clinic (Heatverse)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

KAT

Preheat hits me like a sack of bricks. I’m fine one moment, then sweating and irritable the next. At first I think it’s this awful heatwave. Then a telltale cramp tells me it’s not the temperature outside making me hot.

I turn the stove off and head to the bathroom to take a test, forcing myself not to stare at the timer counting down. The timer goes off and the fertility monitor’s screen reads high fertility. My luteinizing hormone is rising.

I call the clinic and set an appointment for insemination. I’ll take my first pill tonight. A few days from now, I’ll drive to the clinic and stay there for a medicated heat cycle.

Waffles is going to need a pet sitter. I call the girl I normally use and make up a story about going out of town for a few days.

“Have fun!” she tells me, probably thinking I’m headed a few hours away to the beach. “I’ll come over on Tuesday after my classes are done. If you need me earlier, let me know.”

“I will. Thanks, Chelsea. I’ll leave the money on the kitchen table. And don’t feed Waffles too much. He’s on a diet.”

“I won’t,” she lies. We both know she spoils him rotten with treats. But he loves her and I like having someone in the house when I’m away.

Panic hits me when I realize I never picked up the medication. I throw the lid on my half-cooked food and run out to the pharmacy to fill my prescription. An elderly alpha checking out the arthritis aisle glances in my direction and smiles. The pharmacy tech tells me to wait while they fill it. They restocked it when I never picked it up. I wait, antsy to get it and go home. I hate leaving the house during preheat. People get so weird.

After twenty minutes, she rings up the prescription. I take the first pill while sitting in my car in the parking lot, then head home. By the time I’m at the house, my stomach is no longer interested in dinner. I toss the half-made spaghetti out and reach for a protein water and chocolate. Once I’m settled on the couch, Waffles jumps into my lap and I pet him while looking for something good to watch.

Four days later, a wet burst of slick gushes between my thighs after a cramp. It’s time to head to the clinic. I text Jen that I’m going in, then Chelsea to tell her that I’m leaving. I wheel my small suitcase out to my car, doing deep breathing exercises between agonizing cramps.

While I drive, I call the clinic to let them know I’m on my way. The woman on the other end of the phone gives me the address for their heat clinic. It’s a signless brick building a few blocks away from their main office.

A worker brings me inside and shows me to a small office where they take my vitals. She pulls out a patient folder with paperwork and my sperm donor’s profile. “This is the alpha you’ve chosen?” she asks.

“Yes.” His chubby baby photo makes me smile, and the pheromone swatch clipped to his profile makes my clit throb. My nose is extra sensitive during a heat, and I chose well. He smells delicious. My pussy clamps down on nothing and I stifle a whimper.

“Sign here. This is a standard waiver for patient care, a billing agreement, and a consent for natural insemination treatment. We have a credit card on file. Is that the one you want us to use?”

“Yes. That one’s fine.” I take the pen from her and sign, clenching my teeth as a spasm rocks my core. God, it’s bad. I don’t know if it’s the medication or the anticipation but this is the worst heat I’ve ever had since I was a teenager. Knot hunger rots my brain and leaves me blinking extra slow, my thoughts sluggish. Betas will never understand how bad it is. How painfully desperate an omega becomes during their heat.

I would sit on the first dick presented to me if it made this horrible, empty ache go away.

Slick drenches my special heat panties. When I squeeze my thighs together and tense, my clit aches. It’s swollen and ready for petting. I need this woman to leave so I can shove my hand down my waistband and bang out a shallow orgasm so I can think again.

I sign all of the papers and shove the pile at her. “Everything looks good. How long do I have to wait?”

“I’ll show you to your room where you’ll be staying for the duration of your heat. We’ll hook you up to a monitor that lets us track your vital signs from the nurse’s station. There are cameras and microphones in the room for your safety, but we won’t be watching unless you call for help or we suspect you need emergency assistance. Your safety is our number one priority, and we take all preventative steps to make this heat as safe and satisfying as possible.”

Safe? Oh, the meds.

“Do you want to get settled in your room?” she asks, heading to the door.

“Yes.” I stand and follow her, wheeling my suitcase behind me. When my head spins, I lean my shoulder against the wall. I need to lie down.

“All of our heat attendants are betas,” she says, tapping her keycard to a black square by the door. It beeps as a light turns green. The door’s deadbolt unlocks. “They work in twelve hour shifts so you’ll have several throughout your stay but we try to keep you with the same group. There are scent free toiletries in the bathroom. If you need a heat aid, new ones are in the nightstand. The charge will be added to your bill once the safety seal is broken.”

She waves a hand to the TV mounted on the wall and the small desk where a computer could go. I feel bad for omegas who have to try and work through their heat. “There’s cable if you’re up to watching TV and you’re welcome to use the wi-fi. Meals will be delivered regularly if you’re up to eating. If you need anything, use this intercom button. The door will be kept locked for your safety.”

The room is nicer than I thought it would be. It’s more like a hotel room than a hospital room. There’s a queen-size bed in the center with fresh white sheets and a plethora of pillows in different sizes. The duvet looks thick and fluffy. There are a bunch of laundered blankets displayed on a rack for nesting. I brought my own, but I appreciate their thoroughness.

The door on the side leads to a small bathroom. The only thing the room lacks is a window with a view. They’ve put a pretty stained glass film on the windows to let in light but provide privacy too. Abstract paintings of swatches of color hang on the wall. I roll my suitcase to the dresser and leave it to unpack later when I have a lull.

My thighs clench again and I realize I’m fidgeting. I tighten my fists to keep from relieving this awful, all consuming need with her still in the room.

She puts on a pair of blue gloves and opens a small package, then peels the paper backing off a sticker the size of my palm. “This is the monitor,” she says. The sticker goes in the center of my chest below my throat.

The movement brings her close and a fog clouds my thoughts. All I notice is how shiny and pretty her hair is. How her fitted scrubs cling to her small waist and breasts. Her scent is a subtle floral blend underneath her fading null wash soap. If she drops her hand any lower than my sternum, I’m going to embarrass myself by moaning. The brief contact of her fingers against my hot skin is wonderful.

“There.” She steps back and smiles. “All done.”

“Thank you,” I choke out. “I’d like to be alone for a bit.”

She nods and heads to the door. “Of course.” Before the door closes behind her, she pokes her head back in and smiles. “Good luck!”

I smile back until the door closes, an electronic locking sound buzzing. Then I shove my hand under the waistband of my stretchy pants and panties. I’m soaked, my arousal thick. My nipples tighten and rub against my sports bra. A sudden flush of heat leaves me panting.

It’s so fucking hot. I’m burning up from the inside out and desperate for a cock. My middle finger rubs circles around my swollen clit and a shallow orgasm shudders through me. My pussy clenches repeatedly around nothing. It’s enough to sate me so I can unpack, but it’s a drop in the ocean when it comes to the needs of my heat.

I shove my sweaty hair away from my face, not caring that I’m spreading slick everywhere. There’s no such thing as pride during a heat. Not when omegas become mewling, cum-drenched creatures.

Hold it together , I tell myself. It’s only day one. My heats average about four.

With the orgasm, my head clears a little. I have enough time to unpack my suitcase into the dresser and add my blankets to the bed. I’ll build my nest later when I have the urge. For now, my only focus is on finding my vibrator.

I pull the hot pink vibrator with the clit teaser and knotted base from my bag and plug its charging cord into the outlet by the bed. I’m naked in seconds. My sweat-soaked clothes are tossed onto the floor and forgotten.

The bed squeaks as I climb onto it and lie on my back. The moment the bulbous tip of the vibrator touches my pussy, I breathe a sigh of relief. It bottoms out inside me with a single thrust. Pulling it almost all the way out, I do that again. Working it in and out of me. I don’t need the vibration function to come again.

My walls clamp down on hard silicone, and this time I let out the moan I’ve been holding. Are they watching me? Listening? Does my heart rate spike with every fluttering orgasm? The idea of a room full of betas crowded around a monitor makes my clit throb. Are they really not watching the cameras?

Omegas are made for crowds. For the safety of packs, the larger the better. The idea of an audience turns me on.

I spread my thighs wide and pull the vibrator out, plunging it back in again. It hits my cervix and my toes curl. I’ve always loved it deep and fast. Rough. There’s something so primal and delicious about being rutted. Being pinned down and bred. The cold drip of cum down my thighs.

My toy is a poor substitute for a real alpha. I save the knotting feature until I can’t take it anymore. Until the way it knocks against my cervix isn’t enough. Desire swells inside my core, large and demanding. I want a knot. Need it.

It’s too early to give into that urge. Instead, I edge myself. I flick the vibration setting on to my favorite, the deep pulse. The vibrator kicks to life inside me. Both the head and clit ticklers buzz. Another shallow orgasm rips through me. I throw my head back and use my free hand to play with my breast. Pinch my taut nipple until it aches.

My thighs squeeze against the toy and I rock, using the momentum to drive the vibrator in deeper. Three orgasms. Four. When the next one won’t come no matter how much I whine or shove the toy in deeper, that’s when I finally hit the knotting button. The base of the toy swells, pulling in air. It inflates inside me, the pressure growing right against my g-spot.

Eyes closed and pussy dripping, I come on the artificial knot. My walls squeeze down on inflated silicone, and the worst of the wave of heat passes.

A shudder rolls through me as I turn the vibrator off and lie there, my toy still buried deep. Sated, at least for a while. I drag one of my blankets over myself and close my eyes. Rest and sleep will come in fits and spurts for the next few days.

With a hand over my belly, I think of the baby I hope to make.

It’s the emptiness that wakes me. Sitting up and rubbing my eyes, I blink at the unfamiliar room until I remember where I am. My vibrator slipped out while I slept once the safety mechanism disengaged the knot. The analog clock tells me I slept for two hours .

A tray with saran-wrap-covered gelatin, a cup of fruit cocktail, and a chilled protein water sits on the floor by my door. Someone dropped it off while I napped. I take advantage of my brief moment of clarity to crack the safety seal on the protein water and drink it down. The thought of solid food turns my stomach so I leave the gelatin and fruit untouched.

There’s a small white cup with a pill in it that I didn’t notice at first. More ovulation medicine? I swallow the pill with the last of my protein water, then go into the bathroom to pee and clean up. My thighs are crusty with dried slick.

I look at the shower with longing, but I’m not sure if I can get the sticker wet so I settle for washing up with a wet towel and brushing my teeth. By the time I’m cleaner, my need is rising again. I crawl into bed and kick the covers off, too hot to enjoy their softness.

I need dick in the worst way.

A whine builds in my throat as I fish around for my vibrator. I click the vibration setting on. It starts up, then dies a moment later. I click it again, but this time it doesn’t turn on. It’s dead. “Fuck.” I was so distracted from the insane levels of medicated horniness that I forgot to charge it.

There’s nothing to do except shove the charging cord into its base and set it aside, then problem solve this manually. Lying on my back, I spread my thighs and run my fingers up the sensitive inside. I massage over my swollen mound, sliding two fingers between my lips.

My clit aches, already swollen and ready. Always ready for more during a heat. I pinch my nipple and roll my clit in circles, rocking against my hand. It’s not enough. Pushing in, I stretch my channel wide and plunge two fingers, then three, into my slick hole. A whine rips from my throat, and I toss my head back and arch into the pumping motion of my hand.

My nipple is rock hard, my breast soft. I imagine them swollen with milk. Leaking. Imagine my cunt dripping with cum instead of slick.

They’re going to breed me. Going to shove healthy alpha sperm deep inside me so my womb can be filled. By next week I might be pregnant.

I whine again, too needy for words. The door beeps and opens, but I’m too close to coming to be worried that they’ll see me like this while they take the food tray away.

Let them watch. I don’t fucking care. All I care about is coming.

My clit throbs in time with my pulse and I moan. My hand isn’t fast enough. My fingers can’t pump deep enough. It isn’t enough. A needy omega sound pours from me.

A soothing alpha purr rumbles through the room in response. Slick bursts between my thighs, soaking my hand and thighs. Saturating the nest.

I’m startled enough to stop fingering myself and crack my eyes open.

An alpha, tall and broad chested with dark hair going gray at the temples and tan skin stands over me. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of soft gray sweatpants.

What the fuck?

I freeze and whine in confusion.

His purr doubles, getting louder and faster. It’s rusty, like he’s not used to doing it. But he gains confidence the more he does it. The sound smooths out to a rolling, thunderous rumble that makes my concerned thoughts settle. He slips a hand in the waistband of his sweatpants and shoves them down. A thick cock springs free.

My nostrils flare as I drag in his scent. Thick, deep woods full of pine trees and evergreens. And underneath his scent, two more. A comforting smoky fire and cold, crisp snow. He smells like happy memories and wilderness .

The alpha undresses until he’s naked, his big cock jutting forward in the air. A bead of pre-cum drips from his flared ruddy head.

Mouth watering and pussy weeping, I whine in confusion and need. Why is my donor here?

The alpha puts a knee on the bed as if testing the water, then crawls onto it. He reaches out and touches my ankle, closes his fingers, his grasp gentle but firm.

My mind shorts out the moment he makes contact. With his scent, his rumbling purr, his dripping cock, all I can think about is sitting on it. I need the deep, horrible ache inside me to stop.

A spasm wracks my core and my pussy clenches around my still buried fingers. Not enough. More. Moremoremore.

“Please,” I moan, not sure what I’m really asking for.

His hand slides up my leg, over my knee, and traces along the sensitive skin along my inner thigh. Fingers wrap around my wrist and tug my hand out of my cunt. I whimper at the loss, then stare enraptured as he brings my hand to his face. He sniffs me, then tastes me. His pink tongue darts out to lick the slick off my fingers. It’s wet and firm, and he purrs while he cleans me up. My pussy throbs, wishing his tongue was licking elsewhere.

The alpha stares at me with warm brown eyes. A short, trimmed beard covers his jaw. His nose is straight. His smile is even. He’s handsome. A thrill shivers through me. I picked a good one.

He licks my hand clean, then settles himself in the hollow of my body. His knee moves, knocks mine wider, and I arch instinctively. Spreading myself for him.

I put a hand on his chest to push him back. To ask him what the fuck he’s doing in my room. But then his cock brushes against my wet slit. I’m lost to the haze of my heat again.

My fingers dig into his skin to pull him closer. To line him up where I need him most. His head dips to the hollow of my throat, smelling me. His nose runs from my shoulder to the side of my jaw. My body tenses, going still on instinct. His teeth are dangerously close to my bare throat.

I whine with need. “Please.”

“You smell so fucking good,” he moans, his voice deep and rough. “Like fresh baked sugar cookies. I didn’t know it would be like this. Didn’t think…”

Me either. When they said natural insemination I thought they meant the medical version of a turkey baster. But this… Fuck, this is so much better. No wonder everyone whispers that Dr. Fugo is the best. How is this legal?

His hips flex with his next inhale and his cock rubs against my clit. Teases over my hole. Notches at my entrance without pushing inside.

I can’t take the teasing any longer. He needs to either fuck me or get off so I can find my vibrator. My nails dig into his shoulder and my whine turns annoyed. “Please.”

“You want my baby, sweetheart?” he asks.

Oh, fuck. Dirty breeding talk? My eyes roll back in my head. I flex my hips, trying to impale myself on his cock. But he denies me, leaning back enough that the angle isn’t good. Here, spread out underneath him, I’m not in control.

“I want to hear you say it, sweetheart,” he says. “Tell me you want me to put my baby in you.”

“Yes,” I pant, annoyed he isn’t fucking me already. That thinking and speaking are a struggle. “Fuck me, please. I want your baby.”

His cock nudges deeper, but torturously slow. The rough sound he makes in the back of his throat as he buries himself inside my hot, wet heat satisfies me. His hips pull back and thrust again with tentative movement.

It’s been a long time since I had a partner who wasn’t battery operated. A part of me doesn’t like that he’s taking his sweet time. Testing out the depth of my channel and how much of his cock I’m able to comfortably take.

I want all of it. My nails dig depressions in his back and my thighs squeeze his hips. “Harder.”

He lets out a surprised breath, and his next thrust comes harder. Our bodies slap together and his cock batters at my cervix. He nips my earlobe between his teeth. “Like that, hellcat?”

I frown. “They told you my name?” That isn’t fair considering I don’t know his. Only his donor number.

“Hmm?” His thrusts pause.

“Kat.”

He thrusts again, slow and deep. His weight is heavy as he settles himself on top of me. And his eyes stare into me, before dropping down to my mouth. “Can I kiss you, pretty kitty?”

I miss kissing. Maybe more than sex, outside of a heat of course. I nod, and his lips dip toward mine. They’re soft at first. Then firm. When his tongue licks at me, I let my mouth fall open. He dips inside, stroking my tongue with his. The shallow thrusts of his cock match his tongue so he’s fucking me from both ends. It turns deep and passionate, leaving me breathless. I moan into his mouth and he finally breaks the kiss, his lips sliding toward my ear.

“My name’s Liam,” he whispers. Is this not allowed? There’s something thrilling about breaking the rules of anonymity.

Liam pulls away to sit up on his knees and adjusts me on his makeshift lap. My ass rests on his thighs as he uses my hips like handles. He pulls me down on each upward thrust, his cockhead hitting deep.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good, kitten.”

I’d say the same of his cock if I were capable of words. My hands twist in the sheets as he surges deep. Using my pussy like a cocksleeve. Taking his pleasure. I’m stretched wide, my pink lips wrapping around his plunging cock. Sweat beads his brow, making his delicious scent thicker in the room.

“Don’t stop,” I beg him. I want this. I want his sperm. His baby. We’re going to make a beautiful child together.

“I’m not stopping till you’re dripping,” he promises.

I’m lost to my heat as he ruts me. Fucks me deep and hard. Ignores my cries with each shallow orgasm until his swelling knot catches on my pubic bone. Until he can’t pull out anymore.

He buries himself deep, his head dropped down to watch his cock pulse inside me. We both stare, enraptured, as he pumps me full. His knot fully inflates, stoppering me up. Locking all that healthy alpha seed inside.

“Come for me, kitten. Soak up all this seed.” He grunts with satisfaction and thumbs my clit, rubbing me until I’m panting and writhing on his cock.

I come, walls fluttering weakly around his cock and knot. He kicks one more time inside me, one last rush of semen draining from his balls.

“That’s a good girl.”

He collapses on top of me, his weight heavy but nice. We’re both covered in sweat. He strokes my tangled hair. That’s nice. I haven’t been held after sex in a long time.

I drift off, exhausted and satisfied. For now, anyway. A heat’s never fully satisfied until it’s over. I’m barely aware of his knot deflating and his cock disengaging. He pulls away, then spreads my pussy wide to watch his cum drip down the crack of my ass. It soaks into the bed, mingling with my slick. Satisfied I’ve been well seeded, he turns me on my side and collapses behind me, spooning me.

It’s strangely more intimate than the sex, or even the kissing. But I’m too tired and happy to say anything about how odd it is for my sperm donor to cuddle me.

The rumble of a purr between my legs wakes me. Liam licks my pussy, his tongue darting through my folds to clean away old slick and cum. Making room for a fresh load.

“Mmm.” I arch into it, reaching down to play with his hair while he eats me out. His tongue rolls over my clit, and then he sucks me into his mouth. “Fuck, that’s good.” My hand tightens into a fist in his hair, trapping his head between my thighs.

He purrs, his mouth still suctioned around my clit, and I’m lost in my heat again. He works an orgasm out of me, then ignores my whining to surface for air.

“You need more cum,” he tells me.

I let Liam position me how he wants me, content to stay limp and boneless as he puts me on my hands and knees. He takes up the traditional breeding pose behind me.

The bed sheets are cool and refreshing under my flushed cheek as he pulls my ass higher into the air. The mattress dips as he gets into position. His cock brushing over my slit, coating himself in my slick. Notching at my entrance, then plunging in deep.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, squeezing my eyes closed and fisting my hands in the twisted sheets. He’s deeper than before. Like he’s trying to fuck himself directly into my womb.

Liam sets a rough, brutal pace. Rutting me. Our skin slaps together, making a filthy staccato. He grunts and fists an ass cheek in each palm, stretching me wide so he can watch his cock be swallowed by my eager pussy.

“Fuck, Kitty Kat,” he moans. “I didn’t know pussy could be so damn good.”

His praise makes me blush. And the way his scalloped head rubs along my g-spot makes me come. My spasms push him out, but he forces his way back inside my pulsing channel. “No, you’re gonna take it. Take all of it.”

I squeeze down on purpose, enjoying how it makes him groan. “I want it.”

“Yeah, you do. This pretty pussy is begging to drip with cum. Not much longer. I can’t resist you.”

He makes good on his promise, coming a few thrusts later. Liam pulls his swelling knot free with a wet pop, then forces it back in. The stretch borders on pain, and his next attempt fails. He swells, and swells. Stretching my pussy wide. Plugging his cum in deep. He pulses, his cock shooting thick ropes of cum all over my ripe, open cervix. If this doesn’t put a baby in me, it won’t be for lack of trying.

“Make yourself come, pretty kitty,” he orders.

I work a hand down between me and the mattress and explore where he’s buried deep. How his knot fills me completely. My gentle explorations of our tie makes him groan. He spreads my ass cheeks wide, and I feel him pulse inside me again. Another dribble of fresh alpha cum.

My fingers brush over my swollen, tender clit. I roll it in familiar circles, touching myself exactly how I like it. I come, pussy spasming around his too big knot, my face buried in the scent filled nest.

We smell right together. Like a snow covered wood and a warm fire. Like Christmas cookies and a decorated tree.

“That’s good, sweetheart. Good job taking another load.” He pats me on the ass and runs his hands lightly over my back, petting me.

“Will you purr for me?” I ask, shy about the request .

He purrs, that deep alpha rumble that makes me feel safe. It rattles through all of our points of connections. Massages deep into my bones until I’m boneless. My eyes close, and I sleep.

This time it’s me who wakes him. I study his face while he sleeps. He’s big. So broad chested and hairy, like most alphas are. Faint laugh lines and the gray at his temples make me happy. I can’t imagine doing this with a twenty-year-old. That would be so awkward.

His cock plumps in my hand as I stroke it to life until it’s pointing up. He wakes up when I straddle him, his cockhead dragging over my slick pussy.

“I’m sorry,” I say as I notch him at my entrance and slide down. “I couldn’t wait.” Lifting up, I slam back down and grind my needy clit on his base. “I need you.” Need him deep, scratching this relentless itch. Need my empty pussy filled with cum.

Liam grabs my hips and holds me still, ignoring my whimper of distress. Then he plants his heels and fucks up into me, taking over. He bounces me on his dick, gripping my hips to keep me in place.

“I’ve got what you need,” he promises.

I collapse on his chest and bury my nose in the hair between his pecs. His scent and the faint rumble I can feel but not hear soothes me. The thick cock in my pussy appeases the rest.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he groans. “Of this pretty cunt.”

“More,” I demand. All I can think of is his virile alpha cum. Dripping white ropes of it. Filling me. Stuffing me. Dripping out of me. His sperm meeting with my egg and giving me the baby I’ve longed for my whole life.

I rake a hand through his chest hair and writhe against him, my desperation breaking his rhythm. “I need this.” My hips rock against him in the pursuit of pleasure.

Liam’s hand encircles my wrist, and he bends my arm behind my back, pinning it there. His hips buck, jarring me out of my focus. He wrests control from me, and resumes his pounding from below.

“Be a good girl and take it then,” he warns me with a growl.

My eyes slide closed as I let him take control. He fucks me hard. Fast. More roughly than I could manage. I love it. Love being put in my place. Of having an alpha who’s not afraid to rut me properly. I’m not made of glass. “Yes.”

“Are you ready for me to breed you?” he asks.

My pussy tightens around his girth. “Yes. Put a baby in me.”

His fingers tighten around my wrist, and the force of his thrusts bounce me, my breasts and thighs jiggling with each smack.

He comes, knot swelling, cock jerking, balls emptying. And then he grinds me on his knot. Rubs my pussy against his body until I cry out. When he lets go of his hold on my wrist, I collapse against his chest. I pass out draped over him.

The next time I come to, I’m being lowered into a warm bath. “Shh, you’re okay,” he says when I startle awake.

My heat-slowed thoughts muddle along enough to string a two-word sentence together. “The sticker.”

“It’s waterproof,” he reassures me .

Well, he would know. How many times has he donated? He bathes me, taking care between my thighs where the sensitive skin’s chapped and raw. That’s from his beard, I think. I have vague memories of straddling his face and making him eat me out again. Not that he complained.

I’d be embarrassed, but he’s been just as demanding with his rutting. Heats make animals of us both.

His gentle washing leaves me hot and ready, and I moan, biting my lip, while arching against his hand. He chuckles. “Such a needy pussy.”

“Yes.” I wrap an arm around his neck and drag him into the bath with me.

He lets me, although the tub is barely big enough for it. It’s oversized, but he’s still an alpha. We end up flipped with him under me. I ride his lap, the water splashing over the rim of the tub with our thrusts.

Liam grabs one of my breasts and brings it to his mouth, laving the tip with his tongue before sucking. I groan and rock, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. His abdominals tense as I use him.

When I come, pussy clenching, he bites my nipple. My mouth drops open with a ragged moan. He only lets go once my pussy’s stopped throbbing. He sits up and leans me back, working me on his cock.

Our eyes lock, and the moment is more intimate than it has any right to be. He’s my sperm donor. Not my lover. But when he comes and his knot swells, none of that matters.

“You’re an insatiable little thing,” he teases me once we’re both panting and spent. “How do you pack all that horniness in such a small package?”

I rub wet hands over my body, teasing out the ache he bit into my breasts. They’re tender from the heat and fertility meds. “ Afraid you can’t keep up, old man?” I tease him back. He’s older than me if I remember his profile correctly.

Liam grins, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Oh, now you’ve done it.” He grips my ass and gets his legs under him, then stands.

I shriek with laughter as he carries us, soaking wet, to the nest. Our tie pulls at my core with every step. “Not the nest!” Ignoring me, he lays me down. “Now it’s all wet,” I pout.

“It was already soaked with your slick.” He stays upright, standing between my legs as I lie on my back.

“And your cum.”

He thumbs my clit and arches one brow, then looks to the side and grins. Twisting, he reaches for something. “If you can think enough to be sassy, then I’m not rutting you properly.”

“What are you?—”

Mechanical vibrations burst to life, and he brings my abandoned vibrator into view from where it had gotten lost in the nest at some point. He charged it? Liam brings the vibrating tip to my clit and I see stars.

“Oh, fuck. It’s too much,” I tell him, squirming. But I’m trapped on his knot. There’s nowhere to go.

“You can take it, kitty cat. Come on my knot. Milk me. Show me how much you want my baby.”

He’s ruthless as he teases my clit with the vibrator. Even when I come, he doesn’t stop. Pleasure turns into oversensitized pain, and still he doesn’t relent. After two orgasms, my clit goes a bit numb.

“I can’t.” I can’t handle another.

“Let me show you what I’m famous for.”

He rubs the vibrator in circles and changes the rhythm to a rapid pulse. Impossibly, I come again. And again. I can’t think. Can’t speak. Can’t do more than moan and writhe and come on his cock. Each flutter of my pussy makes his cock pulsate. Fills me with another spurt of cum.

Liam’s hips pump, teasing his swollen knot at my entrance. He can’t pop it free, can’t push it deeper, but that doesn’t stop him from rocking.

My belly is full and tight. The results of his insane efforts are physically visible. There’s a small pouching of distention. And still, my body adapts. Stretches. Takes it.

I come again, gasping, while tears leak from the corners of my eyes.

“That’s good, sweet girl. Just a little more. I know you can do it.”

I can’t. My heart is pounding in my chest. My breathing is ragged. My clit vacillates between throbbing and numb. And throughout all of this delicious torment, my pussy strangles his cock. How does he have any cum left in him? His balls have to be drained at this point, rut or not.

After orgasm number seven, he clicks the vibrator off and tosses it aside. I’m panting. Words are beyond me. All I can do is twitch with aftershocks.

A hand presses lightly on my lower belly. Over the bulge he made. I groan. I’m so full—it’s a miracle I haven’t burst.

Once his knot deflates, Liam pulls out and bends my knees to my chest. He’s keeping the cum inside me for as long as possible.

If this doesn’t do it, I don’t know what will.

When a dribble of cum and slick drips down my ass, Liam scoops it up and shoves it back inside me.

“There we go, kitten,” he purrs. “That’s a good girl.”