Breeding Clinic (Heatverse)

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

LIAM

“Okay, so… I have to tell you guys something,” she says, capturing our combined interest. Her next words are hesitant, like she’s confessing some dark sin. “I’ve never actually done anal.”

“You haven’t?” I ask, confused. Because she writes about it often. “It’s in a lot of your books.”

“It’s a popular taboo that’s not too risky. Wait, how many of my books have you read?”

I shrug. “All of them.”

“All of them?” she squeaks. “That’s like twenty books.”

“Twenty-three,” Matthew says. He flaps her latest one, the new release that’s not out yet. “Soon to be twenty-four. Can we borrow this?”

She slaps her hands to her face and drags them down slowly. “Oh my God. Even the…”

“The one with the stepbrother?” I ask. “Yeah. That was Matthew’s favorite.”

“I liked their banter,” Matthew chimes in. “They were funny.”

She groans louder, like she’s pained .

That’s enough of that. Our omega has nothing to be ashamed of. There’s no desire, no fantasy we’d ever shame her for. I love her filthy mind. She’s given me so many good ideas. I stand up, the couch creaking from the loss of my weight, and extend a hand to her. She has trouble getting off the couch sometimes but she’s too proud to ask for help.

“Come on, kitten. We’ll go home and Gabriel will check you to make sure it’s safe and walk you through it.”

“It’s not that bad,” Gabriel says. “Matthew and I do it all the time.”

Kat hugs Waffles to her chest and squeezes him in a hug, then sets him down and takes my hand. She lets me pull her off the couch and into my arms. “Okay.”

See how quickly she gave in? Hardly a protest at all. There’s no shame in finding all the different ways to please yourself or your lovers. But I am curious about one thing. “Your old pack never…”

She shakes her head. “Christian, the other athlete, only liked men. He only took a supportive role during my heats. Cooked, did laundry, helped me bathe, that sort of thing. I only had sex with Josh and Isaac.”

“Hmm.” I keep my comments about her lackluster old pack to myself as I lead her out to the truck. Gabriel and Matthew follow, locking up behind them.

She’s quiet and fidgety in her seat, so I turn the volume up and play one of the artists she likes. I saw the name in her music app when she fell asleep with it open one day.

Kat’s still nervous when we get to the pub, but she appears less like a startled rabbit about to bolt once we’re inside the apartment, surrounded by the scent of pack.

Gabriel takes over, talking to her softly as he leads her to the bathroom to get examined and then get ready. If he says it’s not safe, we’ll detour and come back to it later. I’m a patient man .

Matthew and I both start undressing while we hurry up and wait for them. “Are you okay with this?” I ask him, checking in.

He sits on the chair to take off his shoes and socks. “Yeah. I’ll take her mouth. Gabriel is slimmer.”

He’ll be easier for her ass to take, he means. In her virgin hole. Fuuuck. The possessive alpha in me wants to claim that cherry for myself. But my cock isn’t fit for an anal virgin. She’d never trust us back there again.

I grunt my approval. “Sounds good.”

“Well, this isn’t what I thought we’d be doing today,” Matthew quips with a smile.

I shake my head and laugh. “Me either.”

That’s something I love about her. Our life hasn’t been dull since the moment she stumbled into it. Part of me can’t believe it’s been a few months since we were accidentally matched. Other times it seems like we’ve known her for years. I had lost hope that we’d bring an omega into our pack. When I didn’t find one by my thirties, I thought I never would. That it wasn’t in the cards. And I made peace with that. Matthew and Gabriel were enough. They are enough. But now, with her, we have even more.

My shoes and clothes thump to the floor in a messy pile as I shrug out of everything and stand there nude. Half-hard, my cock is ready.

The bathroom door opens and Kat stands there fidgeting with Gabriel behind her. Like she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. Her swollen belly is round with that dark stripe up the middle. Her full breasts are already pointed, her nipples firm and pink. As pink as her cheeks. She’s embarrassed. But there’s nothing to be embarrassed of. Not with us.

I thought we’d never add a scent-matched omega to our happy little pack. But I’m so damn glad to be proven wrong .

“She’s prepped,” Gabriel says, rubbing her shoulder. “Everything looks good.”

“Are you ready, kitten?” I ask her, holding out a hand.

Her eyes flick down to my hardening cock and she swallows. Gabriel prods her forward into the room before she can balk. We sandwich her between us. Trapping her. So she can’t scamper off like a frightened bunny. She has to know we’d never hurt her. This is stage fright, nothing more. She’ll adjust.

“Think of it as research,” I tell her, brushing her hair back. Smoothing it out of her pretty face. I lean down and place gentle kisses along her forehead. Her cheek, and lips. Her neck. I suck her scent gland into my mouth and graze it with my teeth.

“Research?” she echoes, her voice breathy.

My mouth pops off with a wet sound. “For your books.” I hold her against me, my hands roaming over her back and buttocks, and suck her scent gland back into my mouth. Licking it. Nipping her with teeth. Until she’s moaning and pliant in my arms. She sways, and I steady her.

That’s better.

“Do that again,” she begs. “Please.”

I love it when she begs. I nip her scent gland harder. Teasing both of us. My teeth ache to bite her, but I won’t. I promised her I wouldn’t. Not yet. No matter how desperate I am to make her mine. Ours. Until the paperwork is finished, we have to be patient.

I’m so fucking tired of being patient.

But not for this, for today. Not for being the first to introduce her to one of life’s greatest pleasures. Teaching her to enjoy it, and us, completely. All three of us. Matthew watches, his stare heavy, while Gabriel and I get to work.

Gabriel plasters himself to her backside, feeling her up and kissing the nape of her neck. Carding her hair to one side to get to her nape. My hands skim his while the both of us caress her until she’s relaxed.

Her body radiates heat as we get her ready. Get her nice and turned on and wet. It’s a slow seduction. Thorough. I kiss every inch of her. Her shoulder, the freckle on her forearm. One palm, and then the other. I set her hand on my pecs, my abs tightening when she rubs it over my nipple. Moves lower, over the muscles, to my groin.

Gabriel plays with her breasts, pinching her nipples, then soothing them. Rubbing her pregnant belly and fondling her ass. Her thighs. I reach between her legs to see how ready she is. Ghost over her wet slit, then inch farther back. A metal plug is in her ass, stretching her virgin hole open. Easing the shock of having something in there for the first time ever.

When I push on it, teasing her, she moans into our kiss.

“Pull her hair,” Matthew suggests, directing us.

He’s usually right about these things. I bury my other hand in her hair, grabbing her by the roots at the nape, and tug her head to the side. She gasps as our kiss breaks, and I study her face. Her lips are swollen and pink from being kissed. Her eyes are dark and dilated. The vein in her neck juts out, calling to me. A siren’s lure that makes my sharp canines ache.

“You’re going to take all of us tonight,” I tell her.

She nods. A small bobbing of her head that pulls against my hand. With my grip in her hair, she’s not going anywhere. The time for scared bunnies to run from their pack is over.

While gripping her, I walk us backward and drag her with me. I sit, urging her to straddle my lap. Help her get settled. Her round belly rubs against my abs. Soon we’ll have to get more creative with positions. When she’s more pregnant than now.

“Lift up,” I order.

Kat sits up higher and I let go of her hair and reach down between us, grabbing my cock and dragging it along her wet slit. Rubbing my precum over her, letting our pheromones merge. She’s hot and swollen. Ready. Her sugar crystal cookie scent is thick with sex and desire. Kat’s eyes flutter when I drag my cockhead up and down her. Rub it along her slit. Let it dip into her hole and tease her. A prelude for what’s to come.

I set my tip against her pussy, and work it in. Just the tip. Her pussy is heaven. A tight, wet grip. Like a homecoming. The first thrust is always the best. When I sheathe myself in her.

“Sit,” I order.

Kat bites her lower lip and sits, impaling herself on my cock. Her walls stretch, accommodating. She goes slowly over my girth. Over the widest part of my shaft. Slower than I would go. It takes all of my will power to stay still and let her fuck herself onto me. Taking me one slow, torturous inch at a time. My fingers make divots in her ass while I hold steady and let her do it. Watch her face as she adjusts to taking me in her cunt while her ass is stuffed with a pretty toy. It rubs against me through her inner wall. The fullness inside her makes her extra tight.

My God, what’s it going to be like when we’re both fucking her? My groin tightens and my cock throbs with anticipation.

Once she’s fully seated, both holes stuffed, I let her take a moment to recover. We’ll take this slowly. “That’s my good girl.”

I cup her jaw and pull her face to mine for a kiss that’s more tender than the way I hold her. She likes the rough handling. Of being reminded that she’s mine. Ours.

“How is it having both holes filled?” I ask her.

Her hips cant, rocking. Grinding her clit down on my pubic bone. I grope between her ass cheeks and manipulate her plug. Her pussy grips me tight in response. Clenches around me. She moans. “It’s so good.”

“How does it feel ?” I ask her again, wanting more. Naughty? Wary? Is she loving it? Disgusted? Her answer will tell us how to proceed.

“Full. I’ve never been so full before.”

She’s about to be even fuller. I glance over her head and nod for Gabriel to stop stroking his dick and join us. His cock is slick and shiny with lube.

Lying back, I make us comfortable. Get her into position. Keep her steady on my cock while Gabriel spreads her ass cheeks apart. He teases her first, plucking at her butt plug. Pulling on it only to push it back in until she’s wiggling and moaning while she’s trapped between us.

“Oh, fuck. That’s so good. Why is that so fucking good?” she asks, her breaths getting harder. Faster. Her pussy clenches tight on my cock as he toys with her. Gets her hole used to stretching.

“Of course it’s good,” I tell her, fisting her by the hair again and dragging her lips to mine for a rough and claiming kiss. “We’ll always make you feel good. We’re gonna drown you in pleasure. Tell me right away if anything hurts, kitten.”

Her hips move, grinding her clit against me. Pushing her ass back into Gabriel’s hands. He plucks the butt plug free, and she cries out, her cunt throbbing.

Before her hole can tighten again, he lines the head of his cock up and sinks inside. My eyes damn near roll back in my head as he works the tip in. His flared cockhead rubs against my dick through her inner walls. He stretches her, taking it slow.

It’s agony. It’s fucking wonderful. I could die right now and be happy for it.

She’s as much of a panting, sweating mess as I am by the time he’s worked his cock all the way inside her. I hold still, my thick cock buried in her pussy, while he works in and out of her ass. And she takes him beautifully. Takes us both so well. Like she was made for us .

“That’s our good girl,” I tell her, grabbing her face. Making her look at me.

Her brow is pinched, as if she can’t fathom how much she likes it as Gabriel starts to thrust. Slow, gentle rockings. Getting her used to the slide and movement of his cock in her tight little ass. Her mouth drops open, rounding, in a soundless moan. Her tits jiggle as he thrusts harder. Faster. While I stay still. Torturously still. I grit my teeth and fight the urge to move. His cock rubs against mine, through her. I’ve never known something so obscenely perfect before.

When I can’t take the stillness anymore, I don’t. I grab her hips like they’re handles and lift her off my cock. He plunges deep in her ass, and on his outswing, I fuck up into her.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, her eyes squeezing tight. Savoring it. As if shutting out one sense makes all the others sharper.

We both fuck her, finding a rhythm. Slick and lube and the pulsing of her perfect cunt make it easy. She’s so damn easy to fuck. To love. So delightfully adventurous and curious about exactly how good we can make it for her. And I intend for us to keep finding new ways to surprise and delight one another for a very long time.

“Look at you,” I tell her, marveling at how good she is. How perfect she is for our pack. “Being such a good girl. Taking two of us. Can you take one more?”

She nods, and I lean back without pulling out of her. I take her with me so she’s laid out on top of me with Gabriel standing behind her. Matthew joins us. He steps up, his hand working his cock. Pre-cum drips from his tip and runs down his knuckles as he jerks himself, keeping his cock ready. For her. For exactly this perfect moment when all of us will finally have her. He climbs on the bed, getting into position on his knees.

“Normally I’d take it easy on you,” Matthew says, looking down at her. He grabs her by the back of her head and holds her still. Rubs his cock against her face, dragging it across her cheek and angling it toward her mouth. Smearing a line of pre-cum in its wake. “But that’s not what you want, is it? That’s not what you wrote.”

She looks up at him with her doe eyes as he leans over her. “No,” she admits.

“Open,” Matthew says. “Stick out your tongue.”

Kat does it. She’s quick to obey. Perfectly submissive and pliant to our whims. To the pleasure we bring her. Matthew sets his cock on her tongue, rubbing himself along it. Measured thrusts push his cockhead inside her before he pulls back, using her tongue to slick himself in the warmth of her mouth. “Tap me three times if you need me to stop. Do you understand?”

She makes a muffled noise that sounds like agreement, and Matthew surges inside. Holds her head in position as he fucks her mouth. Using her to stroke his cock.

Her pussy clamps down on me and Gabriel, and we both groan. We fuck her harder. Faster. Filling all three of her holes and abandoning restraint. The urge to rut overtakes me. Clouds my thoughts. Until all I can think of is the perfect way her body bends for us. Takes our cocks and begs for more. Her pussy is a dripping, slicked-up mess, and her tight ass clenches on Gabriel’s cock while Matthew fucks her face and sighs as he grinds her nose against his groin.

My lips peel back over my teeth and I clamp them together, holding back the base urge to bite her. To mark her. Claim her for good as ours. It’s unnatural to have the urge so strongly outside of a heat. Maybe that’s why I’ve been so lost in the rut ever since I first came in her sweet, fertile pussy. Because my alpha instincts don’t understand why we haven’t marked her before someone else can. Breeding her is only half the equation. My instincts demand that I lock her down. Stuff her with my knot, my cum, cover her in my pheromones, and bite her until she’s bloody and every competitor knows she’s claimed. That they’ve lost.

She comes, her walls clamping down, and her sounds are muffled on Matthew’s cock. Her pussy tightens, strangling me, and I can’t hold back. My groin tightens. My balls pull up tight. My knot begins to swell. Instinct demands that I put it in her. Keep her fertile womb locked up tight. I’m too lost in it to remember that it’s not the best idea.

Heat lashes through me and the swelling tissue pops. Lodges behind her pubic bone and locks us together while my cock kicks. Spurts thick ropes of cum. Drenches her walls and fills her with pheromones and seed. Keeps her cervix and full uterus nice and happy.

Gabriel lets out a strangled sound, his chest heaving as he pants above her. His cock rocks deep inside her, dragging over my bulbous knot. The rub makes my groin tighten, my cock pulse. Another spurt of seed. Again. He fucks her ass faster. Using her body for his own pleasure, now that she’s found hers. She comes again, her thighs shaking with the strain of it. Kat says she’s never had multiple orgasms before us, and the urge to see how many we can wring from her one day makes me giddy.

Kat’s pussy flutters with aftershocks, milking my knot. Squeezing down, asking for more, even if she thinks she can’t take it. She can. I slap her on the ass, enjoying the way her soft flesh jiggles under my hard palm. This is what she’s fucking made for.

Her groans and moans and whimpers are stifled around Matthew’s cock as she blows him. While he fucks her face, her pink lips stretched obscenely wide around his girth. Saliva dripping down her chin as he makes a mess of her.

“ Meu Deus ,” Gabriel groans, slamming home and staying there. His hips stutter, his rhythm slowing. I know when his cock pulses with each lash of semen from where I’m buried deep inside her. He stops, his dick lodged deep, his flared head caught where it is from the girth of my knot in her cunt.

“Did she come?” Matthew asks through gritted teeth.

“Twice,” I answer, really fucking proud of us.

“Thank God. I can’t hold myself back anymore.” His thrusts turn slower. Deeper. “She’s so good at sucking cock.” He pulls halfway back and fists his base, jerking himself. Using her mouth to keep his tip nice and wet until he comes.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking come,” he warns her. With his other hand, he grabs her face. Holds her still. “Don’t you dare swallow. I want to see it.”

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks on his cockhead while he jerks himself. Matthew comes with a grunt, his groin pulsing as he empties his load on her tongue. He makes a tight ring around his base with his thumb and middle finger, stroking himself until there’s nothing left.

When his balls are done emptying his load in her mouth, he pulls out with a wet pop. “Open.”

Her swollen lips part.

“Show me your tongue.”

Kat sticks out her tongue, cum and saliva dripping from the tip where she’s collected his spunk.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, practically purring. “Now you can swallow.”

She pulls her tongue back in and swallows, her throat working to drink him all down. Her eyes are so dark, her pupils blown wide. He grunts and lets her go, his hand dropping away. His thumb strokes her cheek, a sweet gesture after such a rough face fucking.

Kat surprises us all by latching onto his cock again. Laving him clean until he’s shuddering from oversensitivity. She purrs. I sense the vibrations all the way down to her pussy where my knot is softening.

Once it’s deflated, Gabriel pulls free and I lift her off me, setting her back down after it flops onto my stomach.

God, that was fucking good. I’m not sure we’ll ever top that. She’s still purring, although her eyes stay closed more than they open. She settles on my chest, her head tucked under my chin. Gabriel grabs a throw blanket and drapes it over her, rubbing her shoulders and back through the soft fabric.

My own purr rumbles through me as I draw lazy circles on her skin. Winding her down now that we’re done winding her up. The mess we made of her drips onto my groin and thighs, soaking into the bedding. I’m beyond caring. We need to do laundry anyway.

“I love you guys,” she murmurs, yawning and sleepy.

I crane my neck and kiss the top of her head. Balls empty, instincts satisfied, surrounded by my pack, I’ve never been happier. “We love you too.”

“Love you,” Matthew says.

“ Eu te amo , meu docinho, ” Gabriel says. They rub her down, petting and stroking her.

“Rest,” I tell her.

“Does anything hurt?” Gabriel asks.

“No.” She snuggles closer, and I motion for Gabriel and Matthew to join us. They settle on either side of me, tucking close. Pulling the blanket over all of us. I’m boiling and sweaty after that workout, but I don’t want her to get cold. So I endure it, as any proper alpha should.

It takes a while to recover. I’m getting old, and my body’s making that known, but I’ll be damned if Kat doesn’t make me feel like a teenager again some days. She was exactly what we needed to knock us from our routine.

Before she can fall asleep for real, I jostle her awake by grabbing her under the ass and sitting us up. “Time to go wash up, hellcat.”

Matthew pulls the blanket off. She makes a sigh that’s sleepy and content and tightens her arms around my neck as I hoist us out of bed and carry her to the bath.

Gabriel starts the shower and makes it warm. Not too hot. Once it’s ready, I set her down and make sure her legs aren’t wobbly. I step in behind her. The shower’s too small for it, but that doesn’t stop me. I help her get her hair wet and lather shampoo through it, rinsing the fragrant suds free to circle down the drain.

I take special care to soap up her body, cleaning her thoroughly while she runs conditioner through her hair and rinses that out too. I’m gentle between her thighs in case she’s chafed. Her pussy is still swollen and throbbing when I clean her there, ignoring the way her hips rock against my hand. I wash the cum and slick and lube off her.

Matthew bundles her into a fluffy towel and helps her dry her hair while I shower quickly. We take turns, the hot water running out before all of us are done. We’ll need a better water heater once we’re in the house. With all the kids we’re gonna have, I wonder if a tankless style would be better.

At the sink, we take turns brushing our teeth in the narrow bathroom. It’s all elbows bashing into one another, but the domesticity of it makes my instincts happy. I don’t mind the small, tight spaces. It’s den-like. Easier to protect the pack if we’re all shoved together.

We climb into our too small bed, naked and wedged together in a puppy pile underneath the blankets. Kat falls asleep nearly instantly, and I lie awake a bit, looking between my packmates. Gabriel gives me an easy smile from across her. I tug Matthew closer to me and pull his leg over mine as he spoons me sideways. He tucks his head up against my neck, his breath warm against my throat.

The room smells like sex and musk and pheromones. Like a plate of Christmas cookies sitting on the windowsill of a house in a snowy, winter landscape. A fire in the hearth roaring, making smoke as the logs crackle and pop while snow covers the woods in a blanket of gentle white peace.

It smells like pack, and it’s perfect.