Breeding Clinic (Heatverse)

Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

GAbrIEL

“I think that was the last box,” Matthew says as he sets it down in the living room.

A month after our mating, we’ve officially moved into our new house. Sort of. We still need to unpack. And we haven’t touched the upstairs yet since we technically won’t need the space for a while. After two weeks of furiously painting, fixing things, and hanging up blinds and curtains when I wasn’t working a shift at the hospital, the downstairs area is done. It helps that the house was in great shape from whoever last renovated it.

“I’m too tired to unpack the kitchen and cook tonight,” Matthew says. He puts his fists on his hips and surveys the mountain of cardboard boxes.

“Want to order food?” I offer.

“Sure. Chinese?” Matthew pulls out his phone to look at what’s close to our new home.

“Sounds good. I’ll take an order of beef and broccoli.” I open the front door and yell outside, “We’re ordering Chinese!”

Liam and Kat wander in from taking photos of the house to show our families. “Sounds good,” she says. “I want chicken fried rice. Wait… I want shrimp. Or should I get the boneless spare ribs?” She rubs her baby bump and thinks, a wrinkle forming between her brow. “I can’t tell what the baby wants. Definitely get egg rolls, though. Crap, I have to pee again.” She heads off to the bathroom.

“You’re ordering all of that, right?” I ask Matthew.

He types on his phone. “Yup.”

Good. It never hurts to have leftovers when it comes to Chinese takeout. Especially with a pregnant woman in the house. Kat’s appetite waffles as fast as her mood. Speaking of…

“We should let Waffles out of his carrier.” Now that we’re done going in and out, we can get her kitty situated. I shut him into the hall broom closet with the light on until we were done.

I retrieve Waffles’ carrier from the closet and take it down to the basement where we’ve put his fancy litter box and his bowls. We’ll need to cut a hole into the door for him but for now we can leave it cracked open.

“I’m letting Waffles out so mind the doors!” I shout up the basement stairs.

Waffles scratches at his carrier and meows. I open the door and he bolts out, pacing restlessly as he tries to figure out why everything’s different. I scratch his back and show him where his stuff is, making sure his water is fresh. Then I pour some food into his bowl from his bin. “Here’s your litter box and bowls. Have fun checking for mice in the basement.”

He hunkers down to eat, crunching on kibble like he’s lived here all his life. He’ll settle in fine in a few days. I head upstairs, leaving the light on for him and the door cracked. We’ll move his food and water into the kitchen once things are less chaotic, but for now, this’ll do.

It’s only a half hour before the delivery driver knocks on our door. I take the bags from him and give him a tip, then kick the door shut behind me. “Food’s here! ”

We spread everything out on the coffee table and pile onto the couch, eating straight from the containers. A TV show plays in the background while we take a well deserved break. Kat vacillates between her food choices, taking small bites while frowning. When she side eyes mine, I make peace with sharing it with her.

“Are you sure?” she asks, hesitating to take it. She knows I’m in a cutting phase right now and trying to eat lean and healthy.

I kiss her temple and give her the plastic container. “Whatever the baby wants, the baby gets. But you can repay me after dinner if you want.” I wink at her so she knows what I mean. It’s been two weeks of nonstop work to get the house ready since we closed and got the keys. I’m ready for a night of fun.

“Deal.”

I can’t wait. The sun sets, casting the room in shadows since we haven’t figured out all the light switches yet. Once we’re stuffed and the leftovers are in the fridge, we get cozy on the couch. The TV show changes to an old horror movie. Part of the channel’s line-up for something called Septemberween. On the screen, a young woman creeps through a dark house. She heard a noise and went to investigate because the house was supposed to be empty. Unbeknownst to her, a masked killer stalks her quietly through the house, a bloody knife held at the ready.

When there’s a jump scare, Kat flinches, then laughs under her breath. On the screen, the killer corners the panicked woman. It’s graphic and gory as he kills her. Kat groans and presses her face to my chest. I drop my arm from the back of the couch onto her shoulder and pull her closer. “Scared?”

“I usually like horror movies,” she says. “I don’t know why this one’s bothering me.”

She’s right. Her books don’t shy away from violence and sometimes gore. My hand strokes up and down her arm, making reassuring swipes. “You aren’t usually pregnant. Pregnancy does weird things to a person.”

Kat cuddles me and hides from the horror movie, and I’m not unhappy with this situation at all. She’s soft and warm. Her breath tickles the hair on my nape, ghosting over the healed mating bite on my neck. The movie’s scene changes to another young woman. This one’s with a man. They’re alone, making out in a car parked outside. Too absorbed in touching and fondling and kissing each other to notice the masked killer heading their way. The image jumps from the bloody, dripping prop knife to the girl straddling the guy in a bouncing pantomime of sex. I mistake a spike of arousal in the bond as my own until I hear a sound that’s not the movie. A zipper being undone. A sigh.

Liam and Matthew are kissing, their clothes askew. Liam works a hand down Matthew’s waistband and tips his head to nibble down the beta’s neck. Another echo of arousal bleeds between us through the bond and my cock stirs.

She must sense it too. Kat lets out a whimper as the movie plays on, unwatched by all of us now. My cock strains my pants. The blanket falls away as she runs her hand down my front. Drags my shirt up to touch skin. Her fingers trip down my abs. They tug the low waistband of my pants down, stroking down to the notches on my pelvis. My cum gutters, as she called them once in one of her books. Such a dirty phrase. So creative. I like the naughty way she thinks.

Kat wraps her hand around my base and squeezes. She can’t stroke me with my pants on, though. I work them open, lifting my hips and shoving them and my briefs down so she can stroke my cock. Her grip is loose at first, then tightens while she works me.

It’s the best upside of the bond, and I could kick myself that we didn’t try it earlier. She knows the moment her tugging is perfect. When it’s what I like. What’s only okay. Soon Kat is stroking my cock like she’s an extension of my arm. Working the skin of my shaft over my sensitive head. Using my dripping pre-cum to slick her hand.

Wet sucking sounds add to our pleasure. Matthew’s head bobs over Liam’s lap. He’s gotten on the floor to find a better angle for blowing our alpha. Liam lays a hand on Matthew’s curls and groans.

“Fuck, babe, that’s good,” Liam groans. “Don’t stop.”

She jerks harder until I stop her. “Ride me,” I tell her. I want to come in her pussy, not her hand. Sink into the hot clench of her wet cunt.

Kat stands and pulls her stretchy leggings off and I shove my pants down to my ankles, lying back so she can straddle me. She hovers and I line us up, and then she sinks down, sheathing me. Her tight, wet heat squeezes me from head to root. Swallowing me whole. God, she’s perfect.

Her hips rise, pulling mostly off me, then sinking down again. Taking all of me. I ruck her shirt up over her baby bump, caressing it gently. Holding her and keeping her steady.

“You make me feel so good,” she says, coming down hard and grinding. Rubbing against me. I’ll let her come. Let her use me. Then it’s my turn. Kat chews on her plump bottom lip, her eyes closing in ecstasy while she fucks herself on my cock.

“I want to see your pretty tits,” I tell her, shoving her shirt up more. Grabbing the underside of her bra and shoving that up too. Her big tits bounce free, uncaged. They jiggle with every thrust. I squeeze and press them together. Make her cleavage crease.

She’s so gorgeous. So beautiful with her belly that’s round with our baby. Her breasts are swollen and ready to fill up with milk soon. I squeeze them, pinching her nipples. Playing with them. Her pussy clamps down on me with every pinching tug. And then I feel it. Dampness on my fingers. A bead of fluid that rolls across her nipple.

I bring my hand to my mouth and lick it. It’s sweet.

“Turn the lamp on,” I tell Liam.

“In a minute,” he groans, bucking into Matthew’s mouth. “I’m busy here.”

“Turn it on,” I tell him again. Because I know he’ll be upset if he misses this. “Her milk came in.”

Kat stops bouncing on my dick and gently touches the breast I’m not squeezing. “It’s too early.”

Matthew pops off Liam’s cock so they can turn the accent lamp on. I squint at the quick transition from dark to dim, then refocus my attention on Kat’s breasts. I squeeze her again. Her pussy clenches around me in response. And a droplet of milk gathers on the tip of her nipple, hangs for a moment, then drips.

“Fuuuuck,” Liam groans. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Leaning down, I lap at her nipple, licking the drop of breast milk up. It’s so damn sweet. Exactly like her. I groan and squeeze her breast, swirling my tongue around her nipple and sucking. Her milk supply is thin and intermittent. More of a scattering of droplets than a stream. Kat’s pussy clenches around my buried dick while I suck the breast milk straight from her glorious pregnant tits.

“I want to try it,” Liam says, his voice husky.

I pop off her breast and move to the other one. Luckily she has two. Kat moans, her hips grinding against me as I lick her other breast, lapping up the trails of leaking breast milk that dripped while we fucked.

Liam and Matthew slide closer, and Liam palms her other breast. Squeezes it until the nipple beads with milk again. He leans in, his cheek pressed against mine, and licks.

Kat goes still, her back arching and her breaths turning into pants while we suckle. More. I want more of her sweet milk. I grab her hips and rock her on my cock, grinding her clit against my pelvis. Bucking into her so hard her tits bounce in our mouths.

Matthew goes back to sucking cock, working Liam’s dick with loud wet sounds. Liam lets her nipple go with a wet pop and squeezes her breast, mesmerized by the way her nipples slowly leak.

“That’s so fucking hot, kitten,” Liam says. “Your milk is so sweet. As sweet as you. I could eat you right up.”

“I’m close,” she whimpers, her face and chest flushing. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” I tell her, moving her faster. Letting her find her pleasure while she uses my cock. I pinch her puffy pink nipple between two fingers, loving how she moans when I do it. How the pearl of milk swells on her tip. Drips onto her pregnant belly. I milk her, squeezing rhythmically. There’s an art to it, I learn. To extracting the milk from her swollen breasts.

She whimpers, hips swiveling, tits swaying while she rides me. God, her pussy is so fucking good. All soft whimpers and feminine curves. Our perfect, beautiful pregnant omega. Liam was right. We’re gonna keep her bred. She’s never been prettier than she is right now. And I can’t wait until her next heat, when it’s my baby I’m putting in her belly.

Kat cries out as she shatters on top of me, her pussy squeezing tight. Trying to milk me like I’ve milked her. I wait for her to settle, for her to finish riding out her aftershocks. Once her hips still, I grab them again. Use them like handles to lift her up, almost off my cock, and pull her down again. Thrusting deep.

“Oh my God,” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders. Holding onto me as I buck into her, fucking her the way I want. For my pleasure, now that she’s had hers. She says my name like a chant. Over and over again. Her eyes lock onto mine, and I don’t let her gaze go. I keep her here, with me, in this special moment.

“That’s right,” I tell her, thrusting so hard that all of her delicious softness jiggles. “I’m gonna breed this sweet pussy.”

Her cunt tightens down, so hard it nearly shoves me out. I force my way back in. Pull her down on my cock and thrust up at the same time until my abdomen tenses. My muscles strain, torn between breathing and rutting. My groin tightens. My balls ache. Warmth blooms deep in my pelvis.

“Come inside me,” she begs, her walls clamping down.

I can’t stop it. There’s a moment of stillness, then an eruption of need. My groin pulsates. Fast thrusts become slow and deep. My cock spills inside her, making her hot, wet cunt slippery with seed. A few easy thrusts work the last of my cum from my system. Emptying into her pussy, right where it belongs.

Once I’m spent, we both sit there panting. We glance at Liam and Matthew, to see where they are. Matthew kneels on the floor, his back straight and his mouth open. Tongue sticking out to catch the lashes of Liam’s spurting cum.

Liam grunts, his hand working his cock, stroking hard with rapid tugs. He fucks his hand and splatters the beta with semen until it hangs in thick ropes down his chin, dripping onto his chest.

That’s the second hottest thing I’ve seen tonight.

Kat shifts, and my softening cock slips free of her channel, slapping against my groin with a wet plop. Slick and cum drip all over me as Kat sits on my lap.

Matthew licks the cum from his face, what little he can reach, and strokes his own cock. He whimpers, tugging faster.

Liam reaches a big callused hand down. He scoops up some cum, and pops his thumb into Matthew’s mouth. Feeds it to him. Matthew’s lips close and his cheeks hollow as he sucks. His reward is a deep, rumbling purr from our pleased alpha.

With a whimper and eyes blown dark with lust, Matthew comes into his own hand.

The movie ends and switches to an advertisement as we all calm down, settling now that our lust’s been slaked.

Kat lays her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her. She’s cold now that we’ve stopped. Goosebumps pebble her skin. She lets out a sleepy yawn.

“Let’s get you to bed, hmm?” It’s been a long day after a long month. And while she has more energy in her second trimester, I still don’t want her overdoing it. She needs lots of rest.

She groans instead of answering.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her.

“I don’t know if I can walk just yet. My legs are still trembly.”

Well, that’s not an issue at all. “Hold onto me.” I dig my fingers into her ass and lever us both off the couch, ignoring her surprised yelp.

“I’m too heavy!” she protests.

I squeeze her round ass harder and walk with her down the hallway toward our new bedroom. “Nonsense.” I lift more than she weighs at the gym.

I nudge the bedroom door open with my foot and carry her inside. Nested delivered our nest yesterday, but tonight’s the first night we’re going to be using it. I lay her down in it, taking a moment to appreciate the picture she makes. She’s naked, flushed, with sweat dotting along her brow, and leaking cum. She’s fucking perfect.

“Noooo,” she moans, clamping her legs closed and bending her knees up. “I’m gonna make a mess on the new throw blanket. ”

Unable to see that sort of target and do nothing about it, I chuckle and slap her on the ass. “It’s your nest, meu docinho. If we’re doing things right, it’s gonna get covered in all sorts of fluids. Besides, I thought it was your idea to break in the house by fucking in every single room? Did you think we’d exclude our nest?”

“I thought we’d put the blanket on the chair during sexy times.”

She’s cute, but ridiculous. There is zero chance in hell that anything in her nest isn’t getting soaked in cum at some point. It’s a nest . To appease her anyway, I go to the bathroom and dig a hand towel out of a box, wetting it and bringing it back to the bedroom to clean her.

I wipe her pussy down, cleaning the cum and slick from her cunt and her thighs. “Better?”

Kat relaxes finally, letting her legs fall and her body twist onto her side. She can’t stay flat on her back much anymore. “Better. Thank you.”

I lean over her and kiss her deeply. “You’re welcome.” I wipe myself down too, and toss the dirty towel into the laundry hamper that we haven’t decided where to put yet.

Liam and Matthew stumble in, nude, their dirty clothes bundled in their arms. “I put the food up,” Liam says. They drop their dirty clothes into the hamper too.

When they move to slide into the nest, Kat makes an uh-uh sound and wags her finger at them. “Go wash up.”

Liam’s eyebrows rise. “Really?”

“You’re sticky, and it’s our first night in our brand new nest,” she says.

Matthew glances at Liam for direction, and Liam caves. They head into the bathroom for a quick rinse. I grin and watch her scoot up the bed and wiggle under the covers.

Alphas might lead the pack, but it’s the omegas that control the nest. I stand at the edge and smile when she looks at me curiously.

“Am I fit for your nest, omega?”

Kat raises one eyebrow. “Of course.”

I pull the sheets down and slip inside, becoming her big spoon as she finagles her pregnancy pillow into place and gets settled. Becoming her big spoon has become the coveted position. A small part of me wants to lord it over Liam. That I get to be it on our first night in our brand new bed in our new house.

There’s a whisper of omega contentment in the bond I share with her through Liam as she gets comfortable and I settle in behind her. Liam and Matthew finish up in the bathroom and join us, sliding into the nest.

The bed is huge. One day soon, it’ll be filled with children. Matthew will read them bedtime stories as we all cuddle them. I can’t wait.

We end up huddled together in a puppy pile in the middle anyway despite finally having enough room to sprawl out. Maybe it’s because we’re used to sleeping this way now. Or we simply don’t want to have any room between us now that we’re bonded. There’s something comforting about slotting your leg between another’s and knowing they’re completely safe next to you while you sleep.

Kat falls asleep first, but the rest of us lie there a bit in the dark. We enjoy the moment that seems so mundane but is really quite momentous.

I’m half-asleep when something jolts me awake. We’re still getting used to the new house and all of its noises. I crack my eyes open and look around the room in the dark. Waffles is curled up and asleep at the foot of the bed. Liam is gently snoring. Matthew and Kat are sound asleep.

Then I feel what woke me. A tiny thump under my palm. The one resting on Kat’s baby bump. A kick? I press a bit harder. Our baby girl kicks back, as if upset to have her space invaded. With a kick like that, I’m gonna get her to play football.

Grinning, I lay my head back down and snuggle her closer, inhaling the sweet cookie scent of Kat’s hair. Her smell is thicker than usual according to Liam. A sign of a healthy omega pregnancy. It must be if even I can smell it this strongly as a beta. Our daughter kicks my hand again, then settles.

I can’t wait to start working on our princess’s nursery tower.