Breeding Clinic (Heatverse)

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

KAT

I wake up damp between my legs and my first thought is panic that it’s happened again. I shove a hand down the waistband of my sleep shorts. They come out covered in clear arousal, not blood.

Now that I’m more awake, I’m aware of my pussy being swollen. My clit throbs. I haven’t masturbated since the six-week scan when I found out about everything. I was too upset and anxious.

My body makes its needs known. Maybe I’ll feel better if I satisfy this need before I get up and get on with my day. I should take advantage of this morning’s lack of nausea while I can.

I pull my vibrator from the nightstand drawer and slot it between my thighs. It rumbles to life and I use it to rub my clit, my hips flexing with the urge to grind.

Repositioning it, I tease my entrance and pull up a private browser on my phone. Breeding, pulsating creampie compilations have always been my favorite. I find a good one, a video with lots of male moaning, and watch .

I grab the vibrator and work it in, building up to a faster speed. Then I follow his movements. I thrust when he does. Dig the vibrator in deep on my g-spot when he pauses to revel in the sensation of his partner’s pussy.

The man in the porn clip orgasms repeatedly. Cum spills from the woman’s swollen pink cunt. She flexes, pushing it out, to show the audience his volume. He comes a lot. Like Liam. But this man’s a beta. He doesn’t have a knot.

The recent memories of Liam’s perfect cock push me over the edge. My orgasm swells, tension pulling taut. My nipples tighten. Breathing shallow, I chase the sensation. Drive the vibrator and its tingling clit tickler in deeper.

The beta in the clip comes again with a guttural moan. His perineum pulses, his balls pulled up tight. I come with him, and then he pulls out. The proof of his pleasure is evident. Cum drips from her, and my pelvis tightens like a hard ball. There’s a sense of pressure deep within me. It’s something they don’t warn you about. That orgasms are different when your uterus isn’t empty.

After a minute, the cramp fades. And there’s only slick on the vibrator when I pull it out. I close out the browser tab and lie there while the aftershocks settle.

Then I take full advantage of how good I feel today. I go through my morning routine and make myself a breakfast of hash browns and an omelet stuffed with veggies. I still don’t have an appetite for meat right now.

My phone chirps, and I check my messages. It’s Liam saying good morning and asking how I am. If I’m eating right. Offering to drop off groceries if there’s anything I need.

It’s sweet. He really wants this baby. It’s a relief in a way. My old pack was so burnt out from trying and failing to conceive. Toward the end I wasn’t allowed to talk about it. Whenever I did, all we did was fight. If I’m honest with myself, I can admit that we probably weren’t a great match. Our scent match wasn’t enough to overcome our different lifestyle plans. A part of me never thought he’d really make it to the pro level in soccer. Although I never would’ve admitted it.

I send Liam a photo of my breakfast so he’ll stop worrying. He sends me back a selfie of him and his packmates in bed. They’re shirtless and tangled in the sheets. Liam is packed with alpha muscle and Gabriel clearly spends a lot of time at the gym, but Matthew has more of a wiry build. They’re all so different, but they look good together.

Three men. It makes me wonder why he matched with a female omega.

Kat

You didn’t want a male omega?

Liam

Gender doesn’t matter to us

Gabriel and I are bi

Matthew is demi and pan

We’ve all been with women before

When can we go on a date?

What did you have in mind?

Bubble tea

Really?

You don’t like it?

I hear the girls talk about it at the bar

Do you even know what it is?

Carbonated tea?

Okay we’re definitely getting bubble tea now

Are you busy today?

My schedule is flexible

What time?

The lunch rush dies down around 3

I’ll pick you up

What’s your address?

After a brief hesitation, I give him my address. Once I’m done with breakfast, I get a bit of work done. And when my phone alarm goes off, I close my manuscript and get ready.

First date butterflies flutter in my stomach. Even though we’re doing things backward. This seems more intimate. Probably because we’ll be talking. Sex is easy. Especially during a heat. Making a real connection takes work.

My hair is impossible. I haven’t done anything with it for three years except throw it up in a ponytail or leave it down. My days of a full face of carefully perfect makeup and blown out hair and push up bras are behind me. I’m not even sure if my makeup is still any good. It’s probably all expired.

I video call Jen and prop my phone up while I fuss with my hair. She answers from her spot lying on her living room floor surrounded by brightly colored toys.

“Why are you on the floor?” I ask her while brushing my hair out.

“I stepped on a Lego. I’m waiting for the agony to fade. Are you getting ready for your big date?”

“Yeah but I don’t know what to do with my hair. I’m so out of practice. I haven’t done this in forever.”

“Three years isn’t forever. But you do need a haircut. There’s nothing wrong with a sleek ponytail. Besides, alphas go crazy about seeing an omega’s neck.”

My hand goes to my old faded bite marks on instinct. The pack bond has faded, but I’ll carry the scar forever. “I can put my hair to the side.”

Jen frowns and moves her phone to a different angle. “Might be better to rip that bandage off early.”

I know it’s something I’ll have to tell them about if we’re really going to try and make this work. But not today. I want today to be nice.

Her toddler cries in the background, and Jen sits up. “My boss is calling. I want to hear everything when you’re done. I’m living vicariously through you right now.”

We hang up and I focus on my hair, pulling it all to the side in a low pony. I curl the ends so it looks fancier, then use whatever makeup is salvageable. I keep it light and natural, then change into a floral sundress and brown sandals.

The doorbell rings after a bit. Waffles meows and races to the door. When I answer it, Liam is standing there holding a bouquet of wildflowers.

“Oh! They’re beautiful. You didn’t have to.” I take the flowers from him then realize I have to invite him in now. I picked up a bit so he wouldn’t see a mess when I opened the door but I can’t remember when I last vacuumed. Embarrassment makes me blush. “Let me put these in some water. Come on in.”

He follows me in while I head to the kitchen to find a vase. Liam shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around, studying the art prints on the wall.

“Your place is nice,” he says. “How long have you lived here?”

“Thank you. I moved in three years ago.” Waffles follows him and loudly begs for treats. “That’s Waffles. Don’t let him convince you that he’s starving. He lies.”

Liam laughs and crouches, reaching a hand out for Waffles to sniff. Waffles rubs his face on Liam’s shoes while purring and his tail wiggles with excitement. He meows, trying his best to convince Liam that he hasn’t eaten in days.

“Sorry, kitty. Mommy says you’re cut off.”

My body flushes with warmth after he calls me Mommy. I like the sound of the word on his lips.

I snip the ends off the flowers and put them in water, taking a moment to arrange the blooms. They’re a pretty mix of different flowers in shades of purple, pink, and blue. “All done.”

Liam strolls over to admire them. “Gorgeous.” He puts his hand around my waist and pulls me closer, then bends down. “The flowers are pretty too.”

He dips his head most of the way but pauses. Waiting. He wants a kiss, but he’s letting me decide.

I stretch up and close the distance between us. The kiss is sweet. A gentle brushing of lips with a promise of more to come later.

We pull apart and his hand slides to my hip before dropping away. “I’ll drive?”

“Okay.” My heart is fluttering with excitement as I grab my purse and follow him out.

The bubble tea shop isn’t far. Liam studies the menu with a frown, squinting at the myriad of options. There’s a column for tea bases, then flavors, then pearls.

When it’s our turn to order I get a classic brown sugar tea with tapioca pearls. The girl asks him what he wants, and Liam flounders. I take pity on him and order him a strawberry milk tea with strawberry pops .

“Thanks,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t realize tea could be complicated.”

I smile. “They do give you a lot of options.”

We grab our teas and big straws from the counter and find a table by the front window.

Liam watches me shake my drink and stab the pointed straw through the top film. He does the same and takes a tentative sip.

“It’s not carbonated at all,” he says, staring at the drink. “Why do they call it bubble tea?”

“Because of the pearls.”

“Then why don’t they call it pearl tea?”

I shrug and sip my drink. “I don’t know. That’s just what they call it.”

“What do I do with them? They keep getting in my straw.” The skin between his eyebrows creases with worry.

I suppress a grin. “You suck them up. They’re edible.”

“I have to suck the balls?”

A couple of people look at us, and I blush with amused embarrassment. He’s ridiculous. I can’t tell if he’s acting clueless on purpose to make me less nervous. “Yeah, you suck the balls.”

On his second sip, he grins. But on his third, he finally gets one of the pops. I can tell the moment it explodes in his mouth because his eyes widen.

“What was that?” he asks, staring at his drink with suspicion.

I suppress a laugh. “Some of the pearls burst.”

“You did that on purpose. Yours are different from mine. This tea was sabotaged. Let me try yours.”

I put my drink down between us. “Okay, but some people don’t like the tapioca pearls because they’re chewy.”

“Hmm. I’d better play it safe then.” Instead of taking a sip of my drink, he leans forward over the table and kisses me. His tongue darts between my lips for a quick taste, and then he pulls away. “Very sweet.”

The PDA is shameless and I blush all the way to the tops of my ears. “You’re bad.”

He grins, his cheek dimpling. “Only if you like it.”

“Well, is it everything you thought it’d be?” I ask, trying to get us back on track. This is a bubble tea shop in the middle of the day, not a dark booth in the back of a crowded bar.

His eyes roam over me. “It’s better than I ever could have expected. So did you write any more naughty books I’m not cool enough to read?”

I tuck a loose strand behind my ear and play with my hair. “No. I’m working on edits right now. I busted my ass and banked some manuscripts last year because I knew my schedule was going to be crazy with all of this. That way I can still have new releases without having the pressure to write.”

“Smart. I never thought about how all of that planning and scheduling works.”

“Have you always worked at the bar?” I ask.

He lounges back in his seat, getting comfortable. “I grew up in it. Started out by rolling napkins and helping in the kitchen. Doing easy stuff like making dressing cups. Once I got to high school I started working there part time. I’ve done everything. Back of the house, front of the house. My dad is a firm believer that a good manager knows how to fill in any gaps to keep things moving. I took over ownership about five years ago when my parents decided to retire. They moved to Florida to get away from the cold and snow. What about you? Does your family live around here?”

“I have an older brother, but he lives in Chicago so I don’t get to see him very often. My parents still live here in my childhood home.”

“Have you told them about… ”

I shake my head. “No. It’s early and I didn’t want to get their hopes up. My best friend Jen is the only one who knows.” A new thought occurs to me. “Have you told anyone?”

“Uh…” He scratches his chin stubble. “We told everyone. They’re really excited.”

I grimace. “You aren’t supposed to tell anyone for a while. At least until the second trimester.”

“Yeah, I’m realizing that now. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. They knew we were on a waitlist for adoption, but it’s so competitive for a baby. That’s why we decided on the co-parent route. It was more affordable than surrogacy.”

I wish he hadn’t told anyone, just in case. But there’s no way to unspill the milk. And if things don’t work out, I won’t be the one calling everyone with the bad news. I guess it’s fine.

“How are you?” he asks.

I play with the straw in my drink, using it to stir the tapioca pearls. “Better. Today’s a good day. I’m excited for the second trimester. The nausea should hopefully be gone by then.”

“Really? I thought it lasted the whole time.”

“It can for some, but not usually. Have you read any books about what to expect?” I ask.

His eyes light up. “No. Do you want to go with me? You can tell me which ones are good.”

“Right now?”

When he nods, I agree. He slides out of his seat and we go to his truck. I finish my bubble tea on the ride and toss it out when we get to the store. The bookstore smells like paper, ink, and happiness. It’s my favorite place other than home.

I show him where the family planning and parenting section is. The traditional favorites are there, plus some new ones that look interesting. I pick up a book with a pretty cover and flip through it .

“This is a good one, right?” He shows me the tried and true book that pretty much every new parent buys or gets as a gift.

“Yeah, that’s a good choice. Some of the advice might be old, though. I think it was originally written in the eighties.”

“I like the one you picked. The diagrams are nice.” He stands behind me, a hand going to my hip as Liam reads over my shoulder. He’s so tall and warm against my back.

“You should get it then.” I hand it to him and he palms it along with the other one.

“Anything else?” he asks. “What about that one? That doctor has a TV show. I’ve seen it play on the TV above the bar.”

His thumb draws circles on my hip. I try to follow what he’s saying as he reads the synopsis on the back page to me. His deep voice is distracting. I could listen to him read the classified pages and never get bored.

“Yeah?” he asks.

I have no idea what he asked me. “Yeah.”

Liam adds it to our growing stack and sets them down on a shelf. Then he stretches over me, his front rubbing against my back, to grab one from the top shelf.

He cracks a book open with one hand and drags his other hand around to my front. His palm covers my still flat belly. Cupping our tiny speck of a baby. Liam shows me an illustrated book he likes. All I can think of is how much I like being dwarfed by him.

His scent wraps around me, and I lean against him. His presence is steady, the rubbing of his hand sweet.

I feel… safe. Almost cherished.

My biology wants me to give in. To surrender to the strong, virile alpha who got me pregnant. We’re a scent match. I’m carrying his baby. My instincts don’t understand why I’m not already bitten and claimed and building my nest .

But life is more complicated now than it used to be in our caveman days. We’ve evolved.

My panties grow damp from his close proximity. The heat from his palm. The way he touches me. The horniness is because of the pregnancy. All that extra blood flow my body shunts toward my uterus. My nipples tighten into hard points that rub against my bra.

Liam adds the book to our stack and leans over me. He groans in my ear. “If you keep smelling this fucking good, I’m not going to be held responsible if I get us banned from the property for lewd behavior.”

“Then you should probably stop touching me. I can’t help it.”

“Neither can I, kitten. You were made for petting.” He sniffs my hair, then withdraws and neatens his stack of baby books. “Is there anything else you want? My treat.”

“Really?” Those are dangerous words to say to a bookworm in a bookstore. No matter how many books I own, the answer to that question will always be yes .

“Anything,” he promises. “As many as you want.”

I drag him to the romance section. He watches, amused, as I pore over the shelves with serious determination. There’s a lot of historical and paranormal romance among the contemporary, but not much else. Nothing too taboo or fun like you can find online. But that’s fine because I read a mix of genres.

While I’m debating between two books, a dark romance and a popular romantasy book, he peruses the aisle. I read their blurbs, then read the first page or two to see if I like the author’s style. The romantasy is written in a tense I don’t prefer so I put it back and find another option. A werewolf pack romance. I love the pack romances the most.

”This is wild,” Liam says, flipping the pages of a book. “ Are all of these like this? I had no idea. I thought romance books were sweet.”

His question pulls my focus out of the book I’m skimming. “Which one is that?”

”There’s more of these sitting out on a table. Something about viral books. There’s one about a girl and her priest, a minotaur getting handjobs, and a blue alien. This one’s about the Irish mob.”

My eyes snap to the book he’s holding, to see its cover. But I can’t see it from this angle. The color drains from my face. It can’t be. “What’s it called?” The words squeak out of me.

He glances at me, confused, then tips the book up.

My stomach drops.

It’s mine. I knew its sales were doing well, and I’d been tagged in a lot of review posts on my socials, but I didn’t know it was in bookstores. I don’t pay much attention to reviews and social media or it makes me self conscious when I write.

Liam squints, studying me. “Have you read this one?”

I pretend to study the shelves. “Mmm.” God, I’m such a bad liar.

“Wait… Is this your book? That’s not your name on the cover.”

Looking around, I make sure nobody is paying attention to us. “Will you keep your voice down? Give me that.” I reach for the book, but he pulls it away at the last second. Scowling, I reach again.

He puts it over my head like this is a game of keep away. “No way. I’m gonna read this so I know exactly what my girl likes.”

“It’s fantasy, not reality. I’m not into everything I write about.” I go on my tip toes and stretch up to reach it.

Why is he so fucking tall?

Liam holds the book infuriatingly one inch out of reach. “ Then you won’t mind me reading it. Apparently I could use the pointers because this mafia boss has mad dirty talk game.”

“Give me the book, Liam. I’m not kidding.” He can’t read it. I’ll die of embarrassment.

Instead of doing what I say, Liam maneuvers the book open one-handed. He starts reading it right there in the store while he fends off my grabby hands. It’s infuriating how easily he thwarts my efforts to grab the book from him. His other hand slides down to palm my ass and give it a squeeze.

I stiffen in surprise. “Stop that,” I croak.

He uses his pinky to turn the page. He’s surprisingly dextrous. “Hold on, kitten. They’re doing it on the table while the old boss bleeds out on the floor and the lieutenants all watch. Wow, this is graphic.”

With a pained groan, I close my eyes. He’s never going to let this go or pretend this didn’t happen. When the hand on my ass starts to knead, my eyes pop open.

“What are you doing?”

His hand slides over, tracing the cleft of my buttocks. Dipping lower, to tease my pussy through layers of fabric. My clit throbs and I glance around to see if anyone’s watching. This section of the store is empty. It’s early on a weekday and most people are at work.

“What are you doing?” I ask again. Whispering, trying not to draw attention to us.

“You like it when I’m assertive. And I can smell how wet you are.” He flips to another section of the book and keeps reading. “Your safeword is waffles. Do you understand?”

He’s right. I’ve always liked the thrill of potentially getting caught. Josh always had to be careful about his image with the press. And he never understood why I liked it. I can’t explain it. There’s something electrifying about having a naughty secret. About doing something you’re not supposed to. About getting off when you shouldn’t be. Where you shouldn’t be.

“Can you remember your safeword for me, kitten?”

“Yes.” Are we really doing this?

He flips a page with one hand and hikes the back of my dress up with the other. His fingertips trace over the curve of my ass. Skims the elastic waistband of my panties.

“There are cameras,” I point out.

He turns the next page. “There’s no way they have someone monitoring them live.”

“There are people in here.”

“Then you’ll want to be quiet.”

When he touches my damp slit through my panties, I want to moan. But I can’t. He rubs me up and down, soaking the fabric in my arousal. My clit throbs and my pussy plumps as he teases me. I watch the aisle like a hawk, using his larger frame to shield me. The back of this aisle leads to a dead end with self help books and travel guides. It’s not exactly crowded.

There’s only the sound of him turning pages and the low din of people on the other side of the store. The beeps of the cash register. People talking and the grinder whirring in the coffee shop.

He gets bolder, working his hand down my panties. My thighs spread as I fidget, hanging onto him for support.

When he touches my clit without the fabric to dampen it, I have to bite back my moan. I’m soaking wet. We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m going to cry when I get banned from my favorite bookstore.

But when he leans down and curls two fingers inside of me, I don’t stop him.

They pump, in and out, my pussy making a wet sucking sound. It has to be loud. Surely everyone can hear this. But nobody comes running to point and shout. I swallow my breathy sounds and twist my fingers in his shirt.

His hard cock presses against my thigh. Reaching down, I rub him through his jeans. Turnabout is fair play. He sucks in a breath, but doesn’t stop. Neither do I.

He fingers me, alternating between plunging two fingers inside me and rubbing my mound. My clit. Through his jeans, I trace the outline of his cock. Rub along his flared head. Stroke over his shaft. He dresses to the left.

An older woman walks past our aisle and I freeze, but Liam doesn’t stop. He can’t see her. I’m not sure if he’d care if he could. She heads to the section with the bibles and Liam rubs me faster. Impossibly fast. The last time I was fingered this well was by a guitarist.

Pressure builds. I’m going to come. In a bookstore in broad daylight. My breathing gets heavy and I bite my lip to stay quiet. I lean into him, using his rock solid frame for balance.

I can smell him. His arousal. Everyone in this store can likely scent us too, even if they don’t know where it’s coming from. My hips rock with him, building to a rhythm. Chasing a forbidden pleasure.

When I come, I can’t hold back my moan. It comes out low and throaty. All I can do is hope that I was quiet enough that the entire store didn’t hear me. I squeeze his cock through his jeans and enjoy his grunt in response. Being that hard in jeans has got to be uncomfortable.

Liam pulls his hand out of my drenched panties and lets my dress settle over my thighs. He brings his soaked hand to his mouth and licks it clean, his chest rumbling with a subtle purr.

Panting, I come back down to Earth. I can’t believe we did that. It was scary. Exhilarating. I want to do it again.

“We should go,” he says. Liam reaches down and adjusts his erection in his pants so it’s slightly less noticeable. It doesn’t do all that much. He’s big. “Grab all of your books, kitten.”

After that stunt, I grab the boxed collector’s set of the romantasy series I’ve been eying for months. I already own all of the books, but I love them. And the special edition books are illustrated inside with painted edges and gold foiling. It costs an obscene amount of money.

He doesn’t bat an eye as the cashier rings us up. He pays for them, then slings an arm possessively around my hip and carries the heavy bags to his truck. I go to my side, but he beats me to it, reaching around to open the door for me.

I slide into his truck and he puts the bags in the backseat of the cab, then shuts my door and goes around to his side. After we buckle our seatbelts and he pulls out onto the road, I twist in my seat to stare at him.

He watches the road, but flicks his eyes to me every once in a while. “Yeah, Kitty Kat? You okay?”

My thoughts are jumbled. I vacillate between telling him to never do something so dangerous again and begging him to do it again right now. It was better than I’d always imagined. “Did you like that?”

Liam reaches over and takes my hand. He strokes his thumb along the back of it, then pulls it over the seat divider and sets it on his erection. “You know I did. I like watching your face when you come. Smelling what arousal does to your scent. Hearing your breathy little pants when you try to keep it together, but can’t. If I thought we’d get away with it, I’d have pulled your panties down and bent you over right there.”

I’m still wet, still throbbing, and his nostrils flare as he drags in a deep breath. Scenting me. The vein in his neck bulges, Throbbing. His erection swells against my hand.

He’s really fucking into this. Into me. This attraction isn’t pity at all. And I like what I’ve seen of him too. He’s sweet, caring, goes after what he wants, and knows when to be pushy and when to back off.

He can play the alphahole. But can he take it too?

I take my hand off his trapped cock and reach for the button of his jeans. It’s hard to work the stiff material open one-handed, but eventually I get it. Carefully I slide the zipper down, making sure not to catch him. Liam isn’t wearing underwear.

The steering wheel creeks under his hands as I take his thick, heavy cock out and stroke him. My fingers make a ring around his base, teasing the extra skin that will form his knot. I drag my hand up, fanning them over his flared head. Tracing the uneven edge of his corona. Dip the edge of my thumb into his slit where fluid starts to bead.

His scent bursts into the cab as pre-cum pearls. Thick, heavy, woodsy musk.

“Do you like this?” I ask him, stroking him.

“I’d like anything you wanted to do to me.” His cock twitches in my hand. At a red light, he brakes and drags his eyes over me. “I wanna see your pretty tits.”

My heartbeat kicks up. My butterflies flutter faster. With my other hand, I pull the neckline of my sundress down. The top of this one is so tight now from pregnancy that I skipped wearing a bra today. My breasts are swollen and tender. I work the tight fabric down until my areolas and then my nipples are visible.

He groans like a wounded animal, then pulls his attention back to the road as the light turns green and traffic resumes. “That’s good.” His hips twitch, bucking his cock deeper into the jerking ring of my hand. “You’re so good at that, kitten.”

I like his praise. I like the way it makes me feel inside. Golden and warm. With one hand I work him, and with the other I play with my breast. Gently squeezing it. Stroking my nipple into a firm peak, then pinching it. My clit throbs. My pussy clenches like they’re connected. My breasts have never been this sensitive before. I think I could orgasm from having them played with.

“Almost there,” he groans. I don’t know if he means that we’re almost at my house or he’s about to come. Maybe both. “Show me your perfect pussy. Take your panties off.”

I let go of him to follow his order. I drag the flared skirt of my sundress up and hook my thumbs in my panties, then pull them down and lift off the seat to get them over my butt. They twist around my thighs. I get them over my knees, then slip my legs out one by one. Once they’re off, I drop them on the floorboard.

He puts on his signal, then turns left, glancing down at me when he’s straightened out on the mostly empty street. I spread my thighs, hitching one leg up by putting my foot on the seat and spreading myself open.

“Oh, fuck. That’s a good girl. Play with your pussy. Make yourself feel good.”

I take him back in one hand and spread my folds with my other one. I touch him while I touch myself. Slicking my fingers through my cleft. Rubbing my clit and spreading my arousal around. Finding a steady rhythm as I jerk him too.

Pre-cum drips down my knuckles, and I use the fluid to make him slick. He pulls into my driveway and parks, blowing out a breath. A glance out the windows shows me that none of my neighbors are out tending their gardens or walking their dogs. They’re inside, out of this heat, or at work still.

“Come for me,” he demands. “I want to hear your pretty cries.”

He touches me. Slides his rough hand over my shoulder and the tiny strap of my dress. Palms my breast and touches it reverently. Toys with my nipple. I fidget in my seat, gripping his cock tightly so I can focus on myself. It’s too much to manage all at once.

My hips grind my clit against my hand as I rub myself furiously. It’ll take a lot to come again so soon. I’m not in heat, and I’ve already come twice today. I whine as I chase the elusive high of another orgasm.

“That’s it, kitten.”

The pressure builds in my pelvis. Swells, pulling taut. I look down at my lewd, public display. The knowledge that at any moment the mailman could walk by and see this tips me over the edge. I come, walls spasming, core empty. I bite my lip, moaning. My cunt pulses, throbbing. Slick leaves me wet between the thighs.

“So fucking perfect.” Liam unbuckles my seatbelt, then threads his fingers in my hair and drags me closer. He pulls my face to his, crashing his mouth to mine. The kiss is possessive. Fierce.

His other hand drops down to cup mine, wrapped loosely around his cock, and he makes me stroke him. Our hands slide up and down his shaft while his tongue forces its way past my lips. He tastes every inch of me while he fucks my hand, hips rising to thrust into the tight ring of my fingers.

My hair loosens, my side ponytail falling, as he manhandles me. I like it. I enjoy knowing how desperate I’ve made him.

He moans into my mouth—and that does it for me. I love it when men moan. When they’re loud and whining.

I push at his shoulder and Liam pulls off me, his eyes unfocused as he looks at me, concerned. I twist on my seat, getting onto my knee. Angling over his lap. Getting settled. With my ass in the air, I bring the head of his cock to my lips.

Liam groans and lets go. Lets me take over as I feed his cock into my mouth. His hand drops to my head and my sagging ponytail. Fingers card through my hair, petting me .

He’s salty and musky at first, and then I taste his pheromones. Sweet pine. It shouldn’t be this good. Crisp. Spiky. Sweet. A little perfumey. The herbal taste settles my stomach, and I suck, cheeks hollowing, searching for more.

I’ve heard that an alpha’s cum is good for a breeding omega. But I always chalked it up to a myth told by horny alphas trying to get laid.

I want more. Need it. I squeeze his base, pulling. Milking him for more. The drops of pre-cum aren’t enough. His cum will be so much better. Richer, thicker with pheromones.

“Fuck, Kat. You’re good at sucking cock,” he groans. His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling lightly as he pulls and pushes my head down, setting the rhythm. “Don’t stop, kitten. I’m close.”

I can’t pull his balls out because of his tight jeans, so I play with them through the fabric instead. Massaging over them. Cupping their heavy weight. I keep my lips tight around his flared head and lave him with my tongue, dipping it into his slit. Fluttering it over the sensitive skin underneath where it connects to his shaft.

His knot swells, bumping against my lips and nose. I fist it, my fingers tight, and bob faster. My jaw aches. My hair falls completely as he fists his hand at the base of my nape. Squeezing until it aches, dull and delicious.

Liam groans, his hips lifting to drive his cock in and out of my wet mouth. “Kat,” he moans.

It’s my only warning before he comes. His cock jerks in my hand. Pulses. A lash of semen strikes across my tongue with every involuntary movement.

“Don’t swallow yet,” he orders.

I whine, annoyed, but obey. Let him empty into my mouth. Collect every drop. I fist his knot, squeezing out another spurt. Once he’s spent, I pop off his cock and sit up .

Liam grabs my face, and I go still. Freezing like prey caught by a predator. It’s an instinctive response.

His grip is firm but not bruising as he palms my jaw in one big hand. “Open.”

My mouth falls open, showing him the wad of cum gathered on my tongue. It starts to drip from the corner of my mouth. He grunts. “Swallow.”

I close my mouth and swallow. My throat bobs as I drink his pine tinged cum down. It rolls down my throat, coating my stomach. He grins, showing off one canine. Sharp alpha teeth. The sight makes me shiver, but not with fear.

“That’s my good girl.” His thumb slides across my slick mouth.

Liam tugs me forward and grazes my lips with his. He kisses me, no hesitation that my mouth still tastes like him.

“When can I see you again?” he asks after we pull apart.

I tug the top of my dress up so my breasts are covered and settle on my seat. His pub is probably busiest on the weekends and I set my own schedule. “Monday?” That’s four days from now.

“Monday,” he agrees, nodding. “Come over for dinner. Matthew is a wonderful cook, and I want you to meet my pack properly.”

Nervous, I nod. Family dinner with the pack is a big leap up from first date fun. But I’m pregnant with his baby. None of this is normal. We’re doing everything out of order.

“I’ll walk you to your door, just give me a second.” He lifts his ass up and shoves his cock and swollen knot down the leg of his jeans. Once he’s tucked away, he grabs the bag with my books from the backseat and gets out, coming around to open my door.

Such a gentleman. Except when he’s fingering me in public. Not that I’m complaining .

He walks me to my door, and once I’ve unlocked it, he pulls me back in for one last kiss. A long, passionate one. The kind that steals my breath and makes me rise up on my toes to make it deeper. I’ve missed kissing, and he does it well.

We break apart, and he watches me go inside where Waffles is already meowing and telling me he needs food in his bowl.

“No,” I tell my needy cat. “You’re getting fat again.” I play with him instead, pulling out my phone to call Jen and tell her everything.

“Shut up,” she says when I tell her that he fingered me in the bookstore then bought me all the books I wanted. “So when are you mating him? Because a guy who fingers you and buys you books is one hundred percent mate material.”

I toss Waffle’s jingle ball across the room and watch him fetch it while I grin. “I still have to meet his pack. They might hate me.”

“They’re not going to hate you. But I will if you don’t send me photos. I want to see these men. Are they handsome?”

“They’re all pretty different, but yeah.” All three of them are handsome in their own way. Liam’s energy straddles feral and sweet, making his guy-next-door look deceiving. Gabriel is tall, athletic, and seems easy going. It’s Matthew I don’t know anything about other than his photo. And I’ve never seen how the three of them interact with one another.

“I can’t remember the last time one of the guys fingered me,” she says, distracted.

“Really?” Waffles meows, annoyed that I’ve stopped playing. I toss the jingling ball again.

“When we try to stay up late to have some adult fun after the kids go to bed, we usually end up falling asleep on the couch.”

I drop Waffle’s ball and switch to the feathers attached to a pole. He rolls onto his back and bats at them half-heartedly. “ You could leave the kids with one of their grandmothers and go spend a weekend away somewhere.”

She makes a thoughtful sound. “We should. We haven’t had a mini vacation alone since the baby was born. Ooh, Brian just got home. I’m gonna go ask him what he thinks. Call me on Monday.”

“Bye.” I hang up and focus on Waffles, playing with him until he grows bored. I put his toys away in his basket, then unpack my books from the store. It takes me an hour to decide how I want to rearrange my shelves to display the pretty books in their fancy slipcase.

When I’m done, my mind drifts back to our date. I can’t help but smile.

I wonder if he’s found my little present yet…