Breeding Clinic (Heatverse)

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

KAT

The chauffeur pulls the short limo up and gets out, coming around to open the doors for us. Liam helps me in, like before, and Gabriel and Matthew climb in after us. The driver takes off once we’re settled.

“I found a nonalcoholic champagne,” Matthew says, pulling the bottle from an ice bucket hidden in the alcohol cabinet. He wraps the cork in his handkerchief and works it off with a loud pop, then pours us all glasses.

I tip my glass up to my lips to drink it, then notice something inside. It’s not ice. I stare at it closer, but the limo’s lighting is dim. I hold it up to the window and turn it and it sparkles from a passing streetlight. “Is that a ring?”

Matthew smiles. “It was my idea.”

“And I picked the ring out,” Gabriel says.

I take careful sips of champagne to empty the flute, then tip it so I can pull it out. The ring is beautiful. It’s a white gold setting with an oval center diamond and a ring of tiny stones paved around it and the band. “It’s beautiful.”

“I know that alphas and omegas don’t usually do rings,” Matthew says, “but it’s a beta tradition. It didn’t seem right to skip it.”

Tears swell in my eyes and threaten to ruin my makeup. “I love it. Which finger does it go on again?”

“Here, let me.” Gabriel slides out of his seat and gets on his knees before me. He takes the ring from me and reaches for my left hand. It slides onto my left fourth finger. The fit is perfect.

“How did you know my size?” I ask, holding my hand up to the light and moving it to watch the stones glitter.

“I measured your finger with a piece of string while you were sleeping,” Matthew says.

So much planning and thought went into this. I’m speechless. “Thank you.” I press my hand to my heart. “I love it.”

“While I’m down here,” Gabriel says, grabbing my dress hem and inching it up. The fabric pools in my lap. He palms my knees and spreads them wide, then drops a kiss to my inner thigh. Gabriel hooks his thumbs in the sides of my panties and tugs at them.

I lift my hips, letting him slide them down. He lifts one leg at a time, pulling my feet free, careful not to catch the panty’s straps on my heels.

“Look at you,” Gabriel says, rubbing his thumb over the black silicone nestled between my folds. “Soaking wet. Did you like being teased in the restaurant, you dirty girl?”

“Yes.” I spread my legs wider for him.

Gabriel pulls the toy free with a wet sucking sound. He sticks the knobby protrusion into his mouth like a pacifier and licks it clean, then pulls it out with a wet pop. “So sweet. And I hardly got any dessert. But that’s okay. You can be my dessert.”

He dips his head between my thighs and cleans me with his tongue. Licking up my slick and sucking my arousal-plumped lips into his mouth. I moan and get more comfortable on the seat, leaning back to enjoy his feasting between my thighs. Gabriel sucks my clit in his mouth, making circles with his tongue. Then fucks it into me, teasing my sensitive hole. My thighs clench and unclench around his head.

He shifts my leg so he can angle deeper. Penetrate further. Lap up more of my cream. My back arches and my heel digs into his back, but he doesn’t seem to care as he eats my pussy like he’s starving.

“Gabriel,” I moan, tangling my hand in Gabriel’s hair. Urging him deeper. My hips twitch against his face as he licks me and suckles my clit. “Oh, fuck. You’re so good at that.” My fingers tighten in his slicked-back hair, mussing it. “You’re so good at eating pussy.”

Matthew slips onto the bench seat beside me. Trapping me between him and Liam. He grabs my face and pulls me toward him. Presses his lips to mine in a surprising kiss. Our first. I moan into his mouth.

He joins us in sex occasionally. But not always. Sometimes he only watches. The nights he participates, when he fills my mouth, are always my favorite. Ever since they taught me what having multiple holes stuffed at once is like, I’ve become addicted. Addicted to them . To their cocks. Their delicious scents and cum.

The way they stare at me, like I’m precious. Their constant devotion. The way they hold and rub my belly. How Matthew’s already building a library of baby books even though we haven’t moved into the house yet. How Liam sends me photos of various fruits and vegetables, tracking the size of our growing baby. How Gabriel grabs me, randomly, spinning me into a dance and singing songs that sound amazing in Portuguese. I love them so much it nearly hurts. It almost seems like a wonderful dream I’ll wake up from at any minute.

Matthew’s tongue pushes past my lips and dances with mine while Gabriel laps me up, relentless and determined to make me gush slick right into his mouth.

I moan and wrap an arm around Matthew, dragging him closer against me. He angles his head and deepens the kiss, shoving a hand down my dress into the cup of my bra. He grabs a breast and squeezes. Finds my nipple and pinches it lightly.

I let out a cry, and he swallows my sounds down and pinches harder. Twists the tight, firm bud as his tongue fucks my mouth and Gabriel sucks on my clit. My nipples are sensitive. He swears that I’ll be able to come from nipple stimulation alone with enough practice. I’m so glad the uncomfortable soreness I had at first has gone away.

Gabriel’s tongue flicks at my clit in rapid bursts and he pushes two fingers inside me, pumping deep. Curling them to stroke along my inner wall. My groin tightens and my back arches. My shoes dig into him, urging him on. His fingers pump faster. Harder. Curl more. And his tongue never stops. Slick makes wet, vulgar sounds as he fingers me.

I come hard, my thighs trembling. A gush of slick bursts from me as my walls clamp down on his fingers. The relief is enormous. A release of pressure that makes me sigh. Gabriel moans against my pussy and licks me until my walls stop fluttering.

“ Meu Deus ,” Gabriel says. “I think she squirted.”

I pull away from Matthew to check. Gabriel’s front is drenched. His tux is probably ruined. I sit up, shocked. “Did I pee on you?”

Gabriel lifts his suit jacket to his nose and sniffs. His tongue darts out to lick it. “No. It’s slick. I think you squirted.”

I’m still horrified. “Oh my God. Your suit’s ruined.” And probably my dress. And maybe the limo. They’re never getting their cleaning deposit back.

Gabriel rips at his suit, pulling his shirt free and unzipping, then shoving his pants down while Liam calmly watches. Gabriel’s cock is hard and dripping. A bead of pre-cum pearls at his ruddy tip. “It’s fucking hot. Spread your legs for me, meu docinho. I need to fuck you. Right now.”

He reaches around to grab me by the ass and pull me forward on my seat. I lean back so I don’t topple off it. Gabriel shoves my legs apart and gets into position between them. He strokes his cock, then lines his head up with my slick opening.

“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to sneak off to the bathroom with you so we could fuck?” he asks as his cock slides home.

I’m so wet that he slides in easily, bottoming out in a single thrust. His hips snap, setting a relentless rhythm. My body yields to him easily. It’s like I’ve known him forever.

“I’d have let you,” I say, teasing him. Because I know how much he likes almost getting caught.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He stares at me, keeping eye contact as he takes me hard and fast. Desperate. “Show me those big, pretty tits, meu docinho. ”

Matthew tugs my dress and the strapless bra down. Since the dress is off the shoulder, there’s nothing to stop it from sliding down until it reaches my baby bump. My nipples grow painfully tight in the air conditioned limo.

Gabriel fists a breast, his fingers sinking into my softness. He curls down and lifts it up, bringing the nipple to his lips. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, nipping me with his teeth while he squeezes and fucks me.

“Gabriel,” I moan, arching into it. I lift my legs and wrap them around him, my heels digging into his ass.

He groans and fucks me deeper. His tight adonis belt strikes my poor, sensitive clit with every thrust. Each sucking pull on my nipple zings straight to my clit.

Gabriel pops off my breast and switches to the other one. “ I’m next,” he says, squeezing me. Confusing me. “I’m breeding you next.”

Liam doesn’t say no, which only makes Gabriel more confident as he palms my swollen tits and tweaks the nipple.

“You want my baby, don’t you?” he asks.

“Yes.” My legs tighten around his hips and my clit throbs with every smacking thrust. “I want to have your baby.”

Gabriel’s eyes screw closed and he grits his teeth like he’s trying to do it right now. Like I’m not already five months pregnant. His pace slows, turning languid. He fucks me deep, his cock pulsating inside me. Pumping me with cum with every jerking thrust.

Once his balls are emptied, he catches his breath. Fucks his cock back into me slowly, pushing his leaking cum back in. When he’s too soft, he pulls out and bends my legs back as far as they’ll go.

Cum and slick drip from my pussy. Down the crack of my ass. Gabriel scoops up a trickle and presses it back in, then slaps my pussy. I jolt and let out a surprised yelp. He moves back, taking his seat and fixing his pants.

“How are you?” Matthew asks. He reaches down to stroke me between my legs. Scoops up more of Gabriel’s trickling cum and feeds it back into me. Testing the walls of my pussy and pressing in deep. His prodding is gentle and thorough.

“Phenomenal,” I answer. I wait to see what he does. See who’s next in their turn with me.

Satisfied with my answer, Matthew shifts from clinical to sensual. He strokes my clit. Drags his fingers through slick and cum until my pussy’s squelching. Scissors those fingers open and stretches my hole. Gets me ready. But for whom? I don’t want to ask, though, and ruin things. Don’t want to push if he’s not ready. He’s never fucked my pussy before. Only my hands and my mouth .

“Are you ready for the rest?” Matthew asks.

I lock eyes with him and nod. Whatever he wants to give me, I’ll happily take.

Matthew slides off his seat. My breath catches as he unbuttons his jacket and pulls it open. Flicks open his belt. Undoes his pants’ button and slides his zipper down. He shoves his briefs down and his thick, swollen cock flops free.

We lock eyes as he fists his cock and tugs. Jerking his cock harder until he’s fully engorged. His dick is thicker mid-shaft. It curves slightly upward. His ruddy head is perfectly shaped and scalloped. Matthew stares at me as he jerks himself. My pussy throbs, slick cooling against the air.

“Do you trust me?” Matthew asks, his voice calm.

I don’t have to think before I answer. “I do.”

“Are your breasts sore today?”

I shake my head. The soreness only lasted a few weeks. When it faded, I thought the worst might happen, but the baby’s fine. I cried happy tears of relief when the blood work came back good afterward.

“I read your latest book,” he warns me. “Front to back. It’s fucking filthy.”

I swallow, remembering what I wrote. The kinks I sprinkled in. “Did you like it?”

He nods. “This part was my favorite.” He lifts his hand from his cock and brings it down on my breast. Right on my nipple. The crack of his hand against my skin is loud. The pain is instant and it’s delicious. Warmth blooms and my delicate skin turns pink. My clit throbs, another trickle of cum and slick escaping as my channel tightens around nothing. I’m so empty and aching.

“Mattie,” Liam barks.

“She likes it,” Matthew says, his eyes never wavering from mine. “Don’t you? Our sweet girl has such dirty fantasies.” He slaps my breast again. A third time. Until my nipple stings and my clit pulses like they’re connected by a string. “I asked you a question. Answer me.”

“Yes,” I whimper.

Matthew switches, slapping the other one. Three, to make them even. My nipples have never been harder. They’re tight, aching points. He raises both hands and brings them down together. Slapping both breasts at once.

I cry out, and pant. He grabs my nipples and pinches them. My cunt spasms, desperate for filling. “I like it,” I admit.

“Of course you do,” Mattie says, his voice calm. He tips his head to study me. “Because you’re our perfect, filthy little slut.”

I moan and wiggle under him. He pinches harder, twisting my nipples until my hips buck, trying to fuck myself on a cock that’s not in me. I’m seconds away from doing what I said I never would and begging him to fuck me. I bite my lips to stifle the impulse. I’ll take only what he offers.

“Look at you,” Matthew says, letting my nipples go to drag a hand up my chest. My collarbones. My throat. He wraps a loose hand around it, making a necklace of his fingers. “Panting like our precious whore. Leaking slick and cum all over the pretty dress we bought you. Ruining it. Your cunt begging for more cock. In that slutty hole that can’t be satisfied no matter how much we fuck it. That’s what you desire, isn’t it? For me to fuck you?”

I tremble underneath him. “Yes.”

His fingers squeeze ever so slightly. A purr rattles through my chest. An instinctual response to a threat. Designed by evolution to soothe a rough rutting alpha. Matthew’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning and I’m his present.

He squeezes harder. Not enough to obstruct airflow. Only enough for me to feel the throb of my heartbeat against his hand. The way my pulse batters at his thumb and fingers. It’s the same pulse making my pussy throb.

“Careful with her,” Liam growls.

“I know what I’m doing. I know exactly how much she can take. Does your slutty hole want my cock, omega?” Matthew asks.

“Yes,” I whimper, my throat bobbing against his hand.

Without letting me go, Matthew gets into position. He’s shorter than Gabriel. He has to put a knee between my legs and balance on the seat to line us up. When his cockhead rubs against my mound, I whimper again.

Matthew takes his time. He drags his cock up and down me. Covers my pussy in his scent. He’s not as fragrant as an alpha. His scent is muted. But Liam and I can still smell him on me. His cockhead slips over my swollen, tender clit and I don’t know if it’s Gabriel’s cum or my slick or Matthew’s pre-cum that wets his way.

He pushes inside me, slow and controlled. Opening my channel. My mouth drops open and I moan as he feeds his cock into me, inch by inch. Slow and measured. It’s a torment. It’s bliss.

His grip on my throat slackens once he’s bottomed out inside me. But it doesn’t slide away. It goes around, cupping my neck from the back. Pulling my face closer to his so he can stare deeper into my eyes while he takes me for the first time.

“Your pussy is so fucking good,” he moans. “You’re so wet for me, Kat.”

“Your cock is amazing,” I tell him. Encouraging him. Holy fuck. My eyes nearly cross as he fucks me slow and deep. He’s so big. As big as some alphas, but without the knot. If I was blindfolded, I’m not sure if I could tell him and Liam apart until he came .

“Are you going to be my good little slut and come on it?” Matthew asks.

Nodding, I agree. I wish I could see it, see the way his cock thrusts in and out of me. But my baby bump is in the way. Instead, I feel everything. Every slide of him in and out. The way his flared head catches on my entrance. Hear everything. The wet sucking sound of my needy pussy as he picks up speed. Fucks me faster. The smack of our skin coming together in the back of this limo.

Matthew groans, a ragged sound that makes me clench around his dick. His knee slides on the leather seat, spreading me wider. Stretching my groin to its limits. He shifts, adjusting. Angling deeper. Grinding himself against me once he’s all the way in. Rubbing against my clit.

I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes, my fingers tightening on the leather car seat. “Fuck.”

“You like that, baby?” he asks, doing it again. Again. Another. Slow, deep thrusts with a grind at the end that make my channel clench his dick and my clit pulse.

“Yes. Oh, God.” Something takes over me. A rush of need. I need this orgasm. Need to have Matthew empty inside me. Need to get him addicted to my pussy so he fucks me with his thick cock again.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him tight against me. Wrap my legs around him too. Dig my heels into his ass so he has to risk impalement if he doesn’t make me cum right fucking now.

Matthew grabs my throat again, pressing lightly. Making my pulse pound in my head. Leaving me a bit dizzy. I’m throbbing, impossibly ready to come again. I’ve never come so much in one night before outside of a heat. Didn’t know it was possible. Wish I’d known it sooner. We could have been having so much fun this entire time .

“Feels. So. Fucking. Good,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust and a grind. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock. I hear omega pussy’s the best. Show me.”

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s grinding the hell out of my clit or that it’s Matthew inside me, but I come. Like my body is obeying his orders. Like he’s an alpha, using his bark to make me compliant.

I come, heat washing over me as my pussy spasms on him and my lungs drag in air. My head pounds and I’m dizzy as I come down slowly. Matthew waits for my aftershocks to settle, then drops his head and starts pounding into me. His lips press against my throat. Suck my skin between them. He grazes his blunt beta teeth across my scent gland.

“I’m gonna come in this pussy,” he warns me. “But before I do, you know that means it’s mine. That I’m marking this territory with my cum. And I’ll take it whenever I want. And you wouldn’t ever think of saying no to me, would you?”

“No,” I pant. My leg muscles quiver with tension, but the rest of me has been fucked till I’m docile. The craving for a cozy nest to curl up in hits me hard.

“That’s good,” he says, thrusting faster. “Because you’re ours. And we’re gonna make sure you and your pussy never forget it.”

Matthew comes with a groan, using my spent body to milk his cock. He pumps me full, cock kicking deep inside me. Then he stills. Breathing hard and sweating, he drops his head against my chest and lingers. His frame jerks with a shudder before finally going still.

My legs slip to the floor and I drop my hands to his back to hold Matthew to me. I tuck his head under my chin and make swirls across his back while his hips flex. While he works his cum in deep. Fills me with his faint pheromones and marks me as claimed in his own way .

Happy tears threaten my eye makeup so I sniff them back. “Thank you,” I whisper as the moment becomes tender. As we become lovers as well as partners.

Matthew presses his lips to my scent gland and kisses it, then nuzzles me. He rubs my scent over his face, marking himself. He takes a moment to gather himself, then slips out of me. A fresh rush of slick and cum drip down my ass.

Matthew pulls away and settles on his original seat, his cock soft and wet against his thigh.

“Holy. Fuck,” Gabriel says, staring at Matthew like he’s never seen the beta before.

“Are you okay?” Liam asks, rubbing my knee.

I’m too spent for more words right now. I need a minute to recover. Or a thousand. I give him a thumbs up instead, which makes him chuckle.

“You ready for me, Kat?” Liam asks.

I groan and fidget on my seat. Only noticing at this moment that the limo has stopped. I guess we’ve been loud enough that the driver knew to leave us alone. I’m sure we aren’t the first pack to fuck back here.

“Yes,” I finally manage to say. “But I don’t think we’re getting your deposit back.”

Liam chuckles and undoes his jacket, spreading it open. He gets his pants undone and shoves them down to his knees, palming his cock and stroking. Not that it needs it. After our show, he’s as hard as rock. He pats his bare thigh.

“Come sit on my lap, kitten, and purr for me.”

I shift my legs, trying to move, then make a face. “I’m not sure I can. My legs are jelly.”

“You don’t need to do anything but come over here and sit,” he promises.

I kick my heels off and take it slow. The moment I shift off my seat, gravity takes over. Our fluids drip down my leg. They’ve made a cold and sticky mess between my legs. I gather my dress up to my waist, aware that my breasts are still on full display. They’re pink from Matthew’s tit spanking.

Liam helps me onto his lap, lining his cock up with my wet slit. He slides inside to the hilt with no resistance. Our betas have done a good job getting me ready for my alpha. “That’s it, kitten. Lean back. Let me do the work. All you have to do is purr for me.”

I lay my head on his shoulder and lean against him. Liam sniffs the top of my head. The side of my throat. He licks at my neck, lapping my scent gland clean. Preparing me for the moment I’ve been waiting for my entire life. He rucks my dress up higher and grips my hips in his large hands, lifting me up and down on his thick cock. Doing all the work, like he promised.

“Such a good girl, taking all of us,” he praises me.

His hands roam over me. Soothing my breasts. Splaying possessively over my collarbone. Rubbing my throat, as if he’s reassuring himself that I’m fine after the light choking.

I’m more than fine. I’m fucking flying.

My thoughts are slow and faint. Background noise. All I can think about is pleasure. His. Mine. Our pack’s. I’m in subspace, I realize. He could do nearly anything to me right now and I’d take it happily.

“Do you know why I let our betas go first?” he asks.

“Hmm?” It’s all I can manage. Words are too difficult right now.

“So that my knot locks all three of our scents in this sweet, fertile pussy. So that when I bite my claim into your throat, you know that it’s for all of us. That’s what you want, isn’t it, kitten? To be ours?”

“Mmhmm.” The slide of his thick alpha cock in and out of me is delicious. It’s so wet with cum and slick. So stretched and ready. My mind tries to latch onto what he said, but I keep getting distracted by the way his big balls slap against my mound when he tugs me down on his cock. He fucks me faster. Lifts me up and drops me down. Grinds us together. Lifts me again. My rounded thighs slap against his firm ones. A plap, plap, plap sound that’s unmistakable for anyone walking by our parked limo.

His pace picks up. Like he’s carving a home for himself inside me with his dick. One increasingly hard thrust at a time, turning brutal and relentless. My pussy surrenders to him. Gets slick with arousal. An omega’s natural defense for a blindly rutting alpha. The rougher they are, the more our bodies make us love it.

And I do. He stretches me wide and plugs me deep until the hole inside me is filled once more. I forgot how much I missed having a pack. How much I crave it and the safety and comfort of numbers.

Liam grabs me by my hair and tugs my head back, angling me. Exposing even more of my throat. He presses the side of his face against it and growls, deep and rumbling. “Answer my question, omega.”

My pussy tightens on him and a purr stutters through my chest. I don’t remember what he asked. I whine, distressed. I can’t disappoint my alpha. I need to pay attention. Need to think beyond the tightening need in my pelvis. The all-consuming urge to come on a knot. My focus is spotty like it gets during a heat. “What?”

His fingers dig tight into my hips and ass. His hips lift off the seat. Thighs bouncing me. Only his tight grip on me keeps me firmly planted. My cunt sheathes his cock perfectly. It’s what my body was made for.

Liam groans, like he’s in pain. He growls again, his fingers tightening in my hair. Pinning me in place. His knot swells against my entrance. It tugs at my pubic bone. Pulling free with force and effort. I whimper as he shoves it back in.

“Do you want to be our omega? Answer me now, Kat,” he asks again. “Right now.” His patience is gossamer thin.

“Yes!”

Liam’s mouth slots over my scent gland. Sucks it into his mouth. His tongue licks over me. Savors my pheromones. My pussy tightens when he sucks the sensitive gland into his mouth.

His swelling knot rubs over the front of my walls. Pops free. Pushes in. Until it’s nearly too swollen to budge.

Liam opens his jaw wider, angling his head. His sharp canines graze my skin. Nicking me with every bouncing thrust.

“Bite me,” I beg, my pussy clenching on his cock. Squeezing his growing knot. I fist my hand in his jacket. “Please.”

His teeth clamp down, cutting skin. His mouth is warm and sharp. He scissors his jaw, working his teeth in deeper. Penetrating me. Lighting up nerves as he marks me. He growls as he bites me deeper until the bond snaps into place between us hard and fast.

It’s an overload of sensation. Foreign whispers of thoughts and feelings. Pleasure. His. Mine. I can’t tell the difference. It doesn’t matter anymore. Satisfaction washes over me through the bond. Thoughts that aren’t mine. Of conquest and pride. Of claiming. Breeding. Marking. Victory, and I’m the cherished prize.

He forces me down onto his swollen knot and pushes it in. Forces my pussy to stretch around it and take it. It pops inside, lodging behind my pubic bone, and swells shut. Locks all of their cum inside me. Ties us together.

Liam reaches between my legs and rubs my aching clit as he gnaws his mating bite even deeper into my throat. I scream with the force of my orgasm. Whimper. I come so hard, my belly tightens. Rippling contractions roll down my abdomen in waves. Something cold and wet trickles down my chest. My breast. Drips off my nipple. How much am I bleeding?

Purring, Liam eases his jaw apart. The pain is dull and achy. He licks it, making it throb. I pant, settled on his lap, knotted and bred, as he laps at his claiming bite. The longer he keeps it open the higher the chance it’ll scar. The better the bond.

I don’t have any concerns about the mark fading. He bit me so deep that I think he hit muscle. My shoulder is too sore to lift, and I’m too spent to care about moving. Especially while he purrs like that for me.

“Did you know it was this brutal?” Matthew asks Gabriel.

“Mmm. Her dress is ruined.”

Good. Omegas like to preserve their mating garments in special keepsake boxes. The bloodier the better. The deeper the mating bite, the tighter the bond. And the less likely an alpha has to repeat it. My focus is fuzzy as I sit on his lap, impaled on his cock and knotted into place, while he tends to my mating bite. Licking it to keep it clean and help it scar.

Liam’s presence is there inside me. A happy whisper of a thought. I curl up in that presence, satisfied. He’s strong. Fit. Kind. A good breeder. My instincts are satisfied. I chose him and this pack well.

We stay like that for what seems like forever. Once his knot softens and releases us, I’m awake and aware enough to use the fabric of my gown to wipe the blood and saliva off my chest. Liam pulls me off his softening cock and turns me sideways so I’m across his lap. I tuck my head under his chin and enjoy being held like this. Like I’m precious.

Something nags at me, and finally I parse it out. There aren’t any other echoes. “You didn’t bite them,” I say.

“You can tell?” he asks. “I thought that was a myth.”

“No.” With my old pack, I could sense the echoes of the others through Josh’s connection. It’s like tossing two stones into a pond and watching the ripples overtake one another. “You can tell if you listen closely. I want you to bite them. So I can have them with me too.”

“Okay,” Gabriel agrees.

“Do we get a say in this?” Matthew asks.

“Are you afraid of a little love bite?” Gabriel asks, amused.

“That shit looks like it hurt,” Matthew says. “I like giving pain more than taking it.”

“Don’t you want to be completely in the pack?” Gabriel asks.

“I won’t force you,” Liam says, interrupting their arguing. “It’s your choice.”

I like that. That he cares enough to ask, to offer, instead of demanding. He’s gonna be a good dad.

Liam bursts into a purr as he hears the echoed pride I have when I think of him.

“What is happening?” Matthew says, looking between us.

“They’re mated,” Gabriel says. “They’re linked now so they have more awareness of each other. Thoughts, moods, feelings.”

“Like… psychically?” Matthew asks.

“Not like words,” I tell him. “More like… impressions. They’re stronger when you’re closer. Fainter when you’re apart. And if you’re too far apart for too long, it fades unless it’s renewed.” The day my connection faded completely, I didn’t get out of bed. It’s a terrible thing to lose your bond. But I’m happy it brought me to this moment right now. I wouldn’t go back and trade this for anything.

Gabriel gives Matthew a curious glance. “How did you not know this?”

“My parents are betas, remember?” Matthew says.

“Didn’t you pay attention in health class?” Liam asks .

Matthew shrugs. “What… what does it feel like?”

“Like being really in tune with your partner,” I tell him. “Knowing if they’re happy or sad or angry. Echoes of thoughts or feelings, but not actual words. It’s kind of like they’re always with you in a way.”

“Oh.” His expression softens, turning thoughtful. “That sounds nice.”

“It can be.” It can also be agony. My depression messed with Josh’s head. It made it hard for him to focus on his games. And I’ve heard a few horror stories from other omegas. Ones with abusive alphas. But I won’t have to worry about that. I picked a good one. Maybe the best.

Liam squeezes me like he heard the train of my thoughts and kisses my temple. I smile and cuddle closer to him.

Gabriel shucks his jacket off, rips his tie off, and starts on the buttons of his shirt. He peels it away and moves to the seat next to us. “Do it.”

Liam shifts me, settling me beside him. He pulls Gabriel closer on the other side. They stare into one another’s eyes. “I love you .”

“I love you too, papai . Now bite me.” Grinning, Gabriel twists his head to the side and pulls his shirt down to bare his shoulder.

Liam pulls the beta to his chest and envelops him in a hug. “This’ll hurt without the distraction of sex.”

I snort. It hurts even with sex. But it’s a pain that’s worth it. Lust is easy. That’s animal instinct. The rush of chemicals zipping through your body. It’s love that’s hard. That takes work and understanding. What endures beyond the hardships that come. Burdens are easier to bear when you’re with the ones you love.

“I’m ready,” Gabriel says, steeling himself.

Liam pulls Gabriel close, fitting his mouth to the weak scent gland in the beta’s neck. Gabriel gasps when Liam bites, but he doesn’t push the alpha away. He grunts. “Harder, papai . I can take it.”

I know exactly when their bond forms. When Liam pulls away, his teeth are stained red. Blood trickles down Gabriel’s chest, staining his crisp white dress shirt. Liam pulls him in again and laps at it, making it bleed more. Helping it scar and cleaning the wound with his special saliva made for this purpose.

“Fuck. Okay,” Matthew says, slowly unbuttoning his clothes. “That wasn’t too bad without all the growling. I guess we’re doing this.”

Gabriel prods gently at his bite mark at the base of his neck. He slides down so Matthew can fit between them. “You’ll be fine.”

“You don’t have to if you’re not ready,” Liam says, offering Matthew an out.

Matthew shakes his head. “I’m not going to be the only one without a claiming bite.”

Liam pulls Matthew in gently. Cradles him in his arms. He starts with kisses until Matthew’s lean frame mellows. When he finally bites, all Matthew does is stiffen and breathe harder. Their connection joins the pack and I smile as I watch his eyes get glassy with unshed tears.

“That’s it?” Matthew asks while Liam licks his neck clean.

I reach out and hold Matthew’s hand. It’s amazing to have the comfort of a pack bond again. To not be so alone and adrift in the world. But to be connected instead. Anchored and safe.

I’m satisfied in a way I haven’t been in years. I press my forehead against Liam’s arm and enjoy this special moment as our alpha tends to all of us one by one.