Breeding Clinic (Heatverse)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

KAT

Tires crunch on gravel and the fine dusting of snow that has settled on the long driveway leading up to the ski chalet. I look out the window, letting out a squeal when I see who’s arrived. I head to the door as fast as I can, which isn’t very fast considering I’m eight months pregnant.

I throw the door open, cold air slapping me in the face, and head outside. “Jen!” I shout, waving at her. Her mates pull their luggage from the trunk while Jen pops her youngest on her hip and their eldest runs up the drive, screeching with excitement.

“Auntie Kaaaaat!” Bailey stops short a few feet away, staring. Her nose is already red from the cold and her eyes are wide. “Wow, you’re big!”

Jen hustles after her, panting. Her warm breath fogs the cold air. “Bailey, remember? I told you that Auntie Kat is growing a baby in her tummy.”

Bailey cocks her head. “That’s a big baby.” She glances around at the ski chalet and the quiet woods covered in a blanket of snow. We got here last night before it started. It was a pleasant surprise to wake up to. “I wanna build a snowman!” she screeches .

“After we get settled and you eat lunch,” Jen promises her daughter. “Hi,” she says to me.

“How was the drive?” I ask her, stepping to the side so they can enter. “Hi, Jake. Your room is the yellow one if you guys want to put your bags down. They’re all labeled with signs on the doors.”

“The drive was good,” Jen says, putting her youngest down once the door’s closed. She stoops down to unzip the toddler’s parka and picks Bailey’s torn off winter gear up off the floor. She hangs everyone’s coats up on the pegs by the door. “It’s nice to get out of town.” Once the little ones are out of earshot, she leans in close and whispers, “I have their presents in trash bags in the trunk.”

I nod. “Your mates can put them in the attic tonight once the kids are asleep.”

Jen smiles and looks around at the place. “Nice. This is fun. Thanks for inviting us.”

“Of course. I wasn’t going to have Christmas without you. Are you sure your parents don’t mind?”

Jen waves my concerns away. “They booked a discount cruise and flew to Florida after we told them. They’re talking about moving down there. They can’t keep up with the snow or cold anymore. Wow. This place is gorgeous. I can’t wait to post photos.”

The ski chalet we picked is amazing. It’s not the one that Liam and the others normally rent. Now that our pack’s bigger, we needed something with more bedrooms to fit all of our families.

This one is a sprawling two stories with a finished basement. It sleeps thirty since there are five bunk beds in the basement, eight bedrooms, and some of the sofas convert to beds. It’s rustic, but luxurious. The walls are bare wood, the hearth is stone, and worn rugs cover the hardwood floor. The kitchen and bathrooms are upgraded, and the back wall of the chalet is nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the mountain range outside. The second floor has a wide back porch with rocking chairs and steps that lead down to the back yard where the firepit and hot tub are.

“Oh, hi, dear. I’m Margaret. Matthew’s mom. You’re Kathleen’s friend, right?” Matthew’s mother asks, coming into the kitchen. “I’m making cocoa. Would you like some?”

Jen nods and unwinds her scarf from her neck. “I’m Jen, Kat’s friend. Nice to meet you. And sure, I’ll take a cup. Thank you.”

“Me too,” I say. Matthew got his cooking skills from his mom. Whatever she puts in it, it’s the best hot cocoa I’ve ever had. We sit on stools at the counter while she mixes a huge batch of cocoa in a pot on the stove.

“I need to make the kids lunch,” Jen says. “We brought snacks for the car ride, but they’ll be hungry again soon. Is there a store around here?”

“We stocked the fridge yesterday,” I tell her. “I got the mac and cheese and chicken nuggets they like.”

“I’ll make it,” Margaret offers, whisking the cocoa. “Gives me something to do while the boys are out.” Margaret pours three mugs of cocoa, adding marshmallows. She turns the stove off and puts the lid on the pot, then sets the cups down for us.

I blow on mine to cool it before taking a sip and moaning from pure joy. It warms me from the inside out and takes the chill off my hands. “I don’t know what you put in it, but I want your recipe. Does Matthew know how to make this?”

“He sure does,” Margaret says, smiling. “Want to help us with the cookies later?”

“Yes.” I’ve heard about these famous cookies for months. I’m excited to try one myself.

“We’re back!” a man shouts from the back door off the mudroom. Liam, Gabriel, and Matthew come in following two older men. Liam and Matthew’s fathers.

“We found the perfect tree while we were out,” Liam’s father says. “We came back for the ax.”

“Is that allowed?” I ask. Don’t you have to go to a Christmas tree farm for that?

“Not really,” Matthew’s father says, brushing snow off his shoulders before it can melt into his coat. “But everyone does it. As long as you only take the one tree, they never say anything.”

“Found it.” Liam walks into the kitchen with his coat open to his red flannel shirt. He hefts the ax onto his shoulder. With the beard he’s been growing since November first, he looks every inch the mountain man ready to split some firewood.

I need to see this. There’s no way in hell I’m missing watching my alpha cut down my Christmas tree while looking like that . After, when we’re alone, I’m gonna climb him like he’s the tree. “We’ll go with you.”

“Yeah, we will,” Jen says, blinking slowly.

I’m not even jealous at the way she’s looking at my mate right now. She and her pack are very much in love. But it’s impossible to be female and be unaffected by how fucking hot my alpha is right now.

We drain our cocoas and thank Matthew’s mom who’s busy working on mac and cheese for Jen’s kids.

“Do we need to tell your mates we’re heading out?” I ask her as we slip off our stools.

Jen winds her scarf around her neck and we both grab our coats. “They’ll figure it out. They’re probably lying down and zoning out on their phones for a bit after the drive.”

We join the men outside. The dads load a tarp and rope and the ax into the back of an SUV, but Liam surprises me by pulling out one of the four-wheelers. The ski chalet comes equipped with both four-wheelers and snowmobiles for all- season adventuring. He cranks it to life and it smells like gasoline. It rumbles loudly as he drives it over and grins at me.

“Wanna ride?” he asks me, waggling his brows.

“You’re very pregnant,” Jen reminds me. “Maybe we should go in the car.”

“I’ll just be sitting,” I tell her, taking Liam’s hand. “Take the car and meet us there.”

I trust Liam. He’d never let me get on this thing if he thought there was any way I’d get hurt. He helps me get on in front of him, his long arms reaching around me to handle the controls. I grip onto the four-wheeler tightly. It rumbles, loud and rough. Liam revs the engine while it’s idling and it thrums underneath us, the vibrations going right to my groin.

“We’ll meet you there,” Liam tells the others, taking off.

The wind is cold as it whips at my hair and face while he drives us down the gravel road. I lean back against his chest, enjoying having my alpha behind me. With him curled over me, I feel safe.

It’s beautiful out here. The nearest neighbor is miles away down the mountain. We’re staying at one of the farthest homes up here. It’s quiet and peaceful in a way that can’t be imagined from living in a city all your life. Even our new house, somewhat remote, doesn’t compare.

A red cardinal makes a bright splash of color on a snow-coated branch. It takes off before we get close. The noise and rumble of the four-wheeler is too loud to not spook the wildlife. Liam slows us down and pulls the four-wheeler off the road, going into the woods a bit. There are tracks from other sporting machines here. It must be a popular off-road trail.

“Is this where the tree is?” I ask him, looking around, trying to spot it or the car the others are coming in.

Liam slows the four-wheeler to a stop. He kisses my cheek and nuzzles me. His breath is warm on my chilled ear. His voice dips in a gravelly purr. “I haven’t gotten to fuck you in days.”

My heart beats faster in my chest, my pulse fluttering. The four-wheeler’s idle engine revs, the rumbles going straight to my pussy. My hips move, grinding my pussy against the vibrating metal. Given enough time, I could come like this.

I’m so swollen down there all the time that I’m always horny. I thought it would go away in the third trimester when I was big and sore and tired of being pregnant. But one lusty look or growl is enough to make my pussy wet. And we haven’t fucked in what seems like forever. There hasn’t been a chance. Between packing and meeting everyone’s families and settling into the chalet, we’ve been busy.

“No, you haven’t,” I say. Reaching back, I scratch my fingernails through his beard. The hair is coarse and thick. And he melts in my hand whenever I do this. “Bad alpha.”

His low purr turns into a throaty, masculine moan that has my pussy sopping wet. Liam nips at my fingertips, then slaps my thigh. “Stand up, omega.”

Are we really doing this here? Now? In the woods where anyone passing by could see us? It’s thirty degrees outside. “You’re gonna get frostbite on your dick,” I warn him. But I stand anyway.

His zipper opens. “No, I’m not. Your pussy’s too fucking hot.”

I bite my lip and lift the hem of my parka up. He thumbs the edge of my high-waisted maternity leggings and jerks them down, taking my panties with them. Fuck, it’s cold. My bare ass nearly freezes the minute he exposes me. Goosebumps rise along my skin.

Liam grabs my hips and pulls me down, lining us up and sinking inside me within a couple of thrusts. I moan when he stretches me open until he’s fully seated .

It’s a hard, fast fuck. Desperate and dirty. My ass claps against his groin as he fucks me from behind. I grip the four-wheeler’s steering for support as he bounces me on his dick.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he groans. “I missed fucking this perfect pussy. Needed this so bad. You have no idea how bad I’ve needed you, kitten.”

My back arches and my thighs tremble with the strain of the position. Even with support. Even with him doing most of the work. I get so exhausted these days. But I’m never too tired for this. For my pack to show me how much they love me. “God, I missed your cock.”

It’s a perfect, beautiful cock. And it’s mine forever now.

“Take it, kitten. Purr for me. Nice and loud. Let’s scare the wildlife when you come.”

He loves it when I’m noisy. So I stop holding back. I let him fuck all sorts of filthy, depraved sounds from me. His dick carves a hot path inside me with every thrust. I moan, and whimper, and whine. Babble nonsense as I beg him to fuck me harder. To come inside me. To fill me up with cum and stuff me with his knot.

No, wait. We don’t have time for him to knot me.

“Don’t knot me,” I remind him. His swelling knot pops in and out of me. Catching on my entrance, only to be shoved back in on his next thrust.

“Fuck,” he growls, his cock kicking. His knot swollen and bulbous inside me. “I got caught up in fucking you and forgot.”

“Liar,” I accuse him, smiling to myself. There’s no real heat to the word. Not when his cock pulsates inside me. Filling me up. Bathing me in the pheromones my body craves.

“I can’t help it,” he groans. “Your pussy was made for my knot. It practically begs for it.” Liam settles me on his lap and reaches around, wedging under my baby bump and groping between my thighs. Shoving my panties and leggings down further so he can touch my pussy.

I forget to be mad at him when he strokes my clit, making swirling circles. I’m soaking wet with arousal, my pussy stretched wide on his flared knot and big dick. It doesn’t take much for me to pant like I’m in heat again, for my walls to clamp down on him and milk his cock for more cum.

God, it feels so fucking good.

I come with a wail, pussy fluttering, belly tightening. My orgasm ripples through me like a wave, leaving my abdomen firm and my nipples tight. They leak a bit, my milk soaking into my bra. I’ve had to put shields in the cups to protect my clothes.

“Good girl,” Liam says, nuzzling me and purring while we both wait for his knot to deflate. Now that we’re not moving, I’m freezing. My thighs are going numb and my parka only covers so much. I pull my leggings up as much as I can and try to soak up all of his body heat. My ass sweats where his skin touches mine. He’s a furnace. Which is really useful when your alpha decides to dick you down in the snow-covered woods three days before Christmas.

“Tell me about our tree,” I demand.

He leans his forehead against my back. “It’s gorgeous. You’re gonna love it. It’s gotta be eight or nine feet tall. It’s round and full. No bald spots. I’ve never seen a prettier tree.”

“I can’t wait. We should decorate it tonight.”

“Sounds good, kitten. Shit, I forgot to bring something to clean you up with.”

“I’m wearing slick panties,” I tell him. I have to now. All of my cute underwear have slowly transitioned over to slick panties. The super absorbent kind that have full protection from back to front. When you have three mates who love to bend you over on a whim, an omega’s gotta be prepared to get messy.

“Smart girl.” Liam shifts, and with some effort, his knot pops free. I stand with his help and Liam tugs my panties up while I fix my coat.

Despite the absorptive properties of the underwear, I still feel the squish of cum and slick when I sit back down. Liam fixes his clothes, then shifts the four-wheeler back into drive. It’s not much farther to our Christmas tree. We take a shortcut through the woods and meet the SUV at a trail marker. Everyone is standing around the tree, waiting for us.

He cuts the engine and hops off, then helps me down. His dad hands him the ax they leaned against the tree while they waited.

Jen and I stand a safe distance away. “Did you get lost?” she asks.

I avoid looking at her and focus on the tree instead. “We took a detour.”

“Where?”

“Onto Liam’s dick,” I whisper.

She snorts. “That’s what I thought. Damn, girl. How are you still able to get it like that at eight months? In my last month with both my kids I could barely walk across my house without getting tired.”

Liam pulls his parka off and hands it to Matthew. He’s in just his flannel, undershirt, and jeans. He has to kneel in the snow to get to the base of the tree. The tree’s branches hang low, nearly touching the ground. Once he’s in position, he lifts a branch out of the way and starts cutting a notch in the trunk with confident swings.

“I mean… look at him,” I say, unable to rip my eyes away from him. “That’s a lot of motivation. Plus Gabriel’s been making me take prenatal yoga classes for months.”

“Hmm.”

Liam moves to the other side, cutting a notch on the other end of the trunk. He swings repeatedly, chipping away at it until there’s a creaking sound. “Watch out!”

Everyone standing too close moves away as he makes the final swing. The tree lets out a loud crack, then falls into the snow. Liam hands the ax to his dad, then bends down and hefts the tree up onto his shoulder, dragging it behind him.

“Fuuuuck,” I whisper. That’s so fucking hot. There’s something primal and satisfying about watching my alpha take down a tree and hoist it up onto his back like it’s a sack of flour. My pussy clenches, a fresh bead of slick and cum soaking into my panties.

Jen snickers. “RIP to your vagina.”

“Mmhmm.” We join the boys at the SUV where they’re busy tying the tree closed with rope and hauling it up on the roof of the car.

“Ready?” Matthew asks, waving us over.

Fuck. Yeah . It’s tree decorating time.

We don’t detour on our way back. I’m too excited to get the tree up. Matthew’s mom bakes her famous cookies and ladles out hot chocolate while someone puts on Christmas music. My parents help bring up the boxes of ornaments and lights that the ski chalet provides. We plug the lights in, testing the strings and fixing a few broken bulbs.

“Why don’t some of them light up?” Bailey asks from her perch on my knee.

“If too many are broken, the electricity can’t flow through. They all have to work together to light up and be pretty. If we pop the bad ones out…” I carefully pry the burnt out glass bulb free, “we can put new ones in. What color should we put here?”

“Red!” Bailey pokes at the red replacement bulb from my palm.

I help her pop it into the socket. “Okay, let’s plug it in and see if it works now. ”

Matthew shoves the light strand’s plug into the outlet and the strand of multicolored lights light up.

Bailey throws her arms up and squeals. “Yay!”

“Cookies are done,” Margaret says. “Can she have one?” she asks Jen.

“Please?” Bailey begs with wide eyes.

Her little sister toddles over at the mention of cookies. “Cookie?”

“Only one,” Jen says. “Or you’ll ruin your appetite for dinner.”

Bailey gets wiggly, so I set her down, then stand up to stretch. Margaret gives them each a cookie, then asks if they want to help her decorate the rest and make them pretty.

Gabriel and Matthew take over the task of wrapping the lights around the tree while the others start putting hooks on ornaments.

Liam comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and tucking his chin on my shoulder. “You look real good with a baby on your lap,” he whispers into my ear.

I hold onto his arms and lean against him. “In a month we won’t have to borrow Jen’s kids for practice.”

He makes a satisfied rumbling sound in his chest.

“Cookie, dear?” Margaret asks. She holds up a cookie shaped like a bell. It’s messily slathered in yellow tinted icing with a chaotic sprinkle of silver sugar crystals. It’s ridiculous and perfect. “Bailey wanted you to eat the one she made for you.”

I take the cookie and hold it up. “Bailey! It’s so pretty. You made this? Wow.”

Bailey beams with pride over at the kitchen table, then gets back to it. She sticks her tongue out as she concentrates on decorating cookies.

Margaret walks back to the kitchen with a smile on her face. I take a bite of the cookie and let out a moan. “Oh my God. That’s so good. Want a bite?” I ask, lifting it up for Liam.

He nips my earlobe between his teeth. “Oh, I’m gonna eat my fill of cookies,” he promises.

I don’t think he means the actual Christmas cookies. A blush heats my face. I turn around in the circle of his arms so the others won’t see and pat his chest. “You’ll have to wait till after dinner too. You don’t want to spoil your appetite.”

He laughs and lets me go. Just in time for us to help my parents start hanging ornaments on the tree.