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Kane texts back, Well, let’s say I’ve teetered off the fence and into full fuck-yes territory on this. Little warning next time you’re going to send texts that are going to give me a fucking knot, omega?

Gatlin texts back, Sure, okay, this sounds great, at some point in the distant future. But we’re not there yet.

Thing is, I don’t think Gatlin actually wants to wait. I’m practically positive of that.

I doubt he will take much convincing.

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hannah

Gatlin protests a bunch at first about the idea of moving forward with getting me pregnant. He says that we are waiting, definitely waiting. But as I move forward on looking for houses to buy, making trips down to stay with them and look at potential properties, he protests less.

Ellis starts tracking my cycle with apps and things. He’s really into it, and he likes to whisper stuff in my ear while we’re fucking. He likes to kiss my belly and talk about how he can’t wait to watch it grow and stuff.

Kane always objects when Ellis does it, but Kane’s objections don’t sound like they carry a lot of conviction these days. He says, “Oh, come on, Ellis, that’s just deviant,” but his voice lilts a little in a way that makes me think he doesn’t mind the deviance.

Anyway, Gatlin likes it, and I do, too. Gatlin admits, when we’re fucking, that he’s excited about the idea of getting me pregnant, and that it really turns him on.

We’ve been playing some little games with it, calling it ‘breeding,’ which is maybe dirty? I don’t know. It feels different than the dirty games I played with Ellis when he would talk about ignoring me, or even my own fantasies when I masturbate, because there’s something sweet entwined in it, something that speaks to the idea that we’re all doing something together, and it makes me wet, but it also makes me feel close to them.

I like it, anyway.

One day, I go over to Ellis’s place, and I’m surprised to see that the alphas’ car is there.

When I open the door, Ellis is in the living room, grinning at me.

“What are they doing here?” I say. We’d talked about maybe making a trip down to see Gatlin and Kane this weekend. I happen to be ovulating, something we only know because of Ellis downloading those apps. But we aren’t seriously trying to get pregnant yet. If we went down to see them this weekend, I figured it would sort of be a test run, just to try it. I kind of… I haven’t told anyone this, not even Ellis, but I was thinking about asking to see if Gatlin would try to knot me.

I know I might not be able to manage it, but I’ve been reading up on it on various corners of the internet. Obviously, if I can push a baby head through my vagina, I can take a knot. I’m just not built for it like an omega is, and it’ll take a lot of preparation and patience and care.

But it would help the odds of pregnancy, obviously, and I think I’d like to have Gatlin stuck inside me and it sounds, um, really fucking sexy.

“Uh, it’s kind of a surprise,” says Ellis, pulling me in and kissing me. “They’re here for your breeding weekend.”

Okay, wow, that makes my pussy clench. I whimper, pressing into him. “What did you do?”

He reaches up to stroke my face. “I wanted you to feel kind of like you were in heat. I didn’t want to do it in my nest, so we made up a breeding room for you. We’ve been working on it all day. It’ll be all about you, Hannah, just you. And about Gatlin breeding you, obviously, so you’ll only take his cock in your pussy.” He pulls me closer to him, his voice dropping in pitch. “Kane and I are here in an advisory capacity, for assistance, and because we really want to watch.”

I giggle, feeling loose and helpless and so fucking turned on I can hardly think. “Ellis Cirillo, have I told you how much I love you?”

He grins, kissing me again. “You like it, then?”

I nod. “Show me my breeding room, please.”

He leads me down the hallway to one of the bedrooms in the house that he’s been using as a den. It’s been transformed. There are mattresses on the floor, all covered in blankets and sheets. Gauzy decorations hang from the ceiling, muting the lights, giving everything a fuzzy and sweetly romantic look. The windows are covered with floor to ceiling black out curtains. There are small lamps in the corners, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Kane and Gatlin are already in there, and they’re shirtless, lounging there, smiling at me.

I let out a little noise that I think is probably a squeal, but we’ll pretend it’s something more dignified, and I crawl in between Gatlin and Kane and kiss them both, deep kisses that make me gasp.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, beta,” Kane informs me.

“That’s fine,” says Ellis. “We can undress her.”

And they do, tackling me down into the mattress while I giggle, and they all work on various ends of me, slipping off my shoes and socks, undoing my pants, pulling off my shirt, unsnapping my bra…

I’m naked in minutes and they’re all stroking and kissing me. I turn my head this way and that to get each of their lips in turn.

“Before you get bred, you need to come a few times,” Kane tells me, making circles around one of my nipples with one finger.