Page 14 of Feral: Part One

I continue to suck on Kael, milking him until he pulls out and stuffs himself back into his pants. He leans down to grab the discarded scalpel and then points to the bed. “Stay the fuck there until we can do a full sweep of your room.”

I don’t fight him, mostly because that beautiful Omega haze that comes after this moment is taking over me. Sleep claws atthe edges of my consciousness and while I know I should shower and change, Kael’s words were more than just a command. They were filled with his bark and I’m in no position to push back.

I collapse onto the sagging bed, my sweatpants clinging to my thighs. Kael doesn’t clean me up or look back. He stalks out, the door slamming behind him. I’m alone again for the third or fourth time in the last several hours but this time I’m terrified of what might happen to me.

Because as the haze settles and I can breathe again, the panic gone, my body hums for Kael. Not just because his bite is in my shoulder. But because he’s mine.

And fuck, I don’t want him to be.

Malik

Kael left in a huff and I have no idea what’s going on in the pool house but someone is getting their dick wet. Definitely my Alpha, maybe also Slate? I’m not sure but it’s a mess of rage and confusion which I’m more than glad not to be part of. Kael won’t hurt the Omega per Preston’s request but that doesn’t mean Kael is going to be gentle.

Regardless, I’m now in the kitchen, trying to figure out lunch but wholly distracted by Preston’s growing need for sex. I think he’s jealous because we’ve fucked him a few times just today and he sucked me off twice just an hour ago.

And now, he’s in Thane’s lap, legs spread on either side of our Alpha’s thighs, Preston completely naked as he rocks into Thane’s hand. His eyes are closed, his head leaning back against Thane’s shoulder as he cradles his belly, humming every timeThane strokes him. “I’m going to come all over your pants, Alpha,” Preston purrs but he doesn’t look like he cares.

Thane presses a kiss to the side of his head. “Do it, then I’ll fuck your pretty little hole as a reward. I kind of want to make you a mess tonight.”

Preston giggles, a high, needy sound slipping out afterward, his body shuddering as he comes, his pheromones spiking with that sweet and intoxicating scent he has. It’s both a blessing and a curse that we bonded an Omega who has a stronger scent than most. He opens his eyes slowly before throwing out a hand for me, a smile playing on my lips as I step up to him.

Deciding to have a little more fun, I steal Preston off Thane’s lap and set our Omega on the counter. He squeals, his hands falling to my shoulders, one leg hooking around my waist to pull me closer. “You’re going to be in trouble, stealing me away from my Alpha,” he teases, his lips curling into a smirk.

I lean in, my breath hot on his neck. “Then maybe he’ll be man enough to try and fuck me at some point.” I nip at the sensitive skin, Preston squirming against me as I try to distract him and ultimately myself from the problem in the pool house.

My kisses trail to his collarbone and then to his chest, my tongue swirling around his nipple, Preston digging his fingers deeper into my shoulders. “Mmmm, Leek, I’m going to come again. Don’t stop. Yes,that.”

Our Omega is nothing if not a man of his word, warmth coating my shirt as I continue nipping and tugging at his nipple with my teeth. One of his hands sifts into my hair just as the house phone rings, a groan tearing from my throat. I swear to fuck everyone has the worst timing in this place. I pull back and look around, noticing Thane holding out the phone to me.

Which means that it’s the council. My Alphas avoid talking to them at all costs because the last time Thane did, we nearly gotour asses thrown in jail. At least now, I can play the submissive and obedient Beta.

Preston lets out a little whine, making me feel bad that we can’t pamper him like we should. “We’ll play in a minute, baby.” I grab the phone from Thane and settle between Preston’s thighs, my back against his chest as he plays with my hair. “Yeah?” I ask as I pick up the call.

“Malik, I’m checking on the new Omega, Slate. How’s he faring with the bond?”

I glance at Thane, then Preston, their eyes locked on me, and keep my voice as steady as possible. They usually wait a week to call which means something is wrong. “He’s fine. One of my Alphas is dealing with him.”

“Good,” the council member says but there’s an edge to his tone that worries me. “I’m sending a representative to ensure the bond is complete, or to oversee one being done.”

My grip tightens on the phone.Fuck.“Oh, well…” I trail off, my mind racing. A real bond? Kael’s bite was temporary, just enough to satisfy the first request because the main house didn’t check, but a full bond’s a whole other beast. And it’s kind of permanent.

“Someone will be there in two hours. Make sure Slate and one of your Alphas are accessible.” The line goes dead, and I end the call. To make matters worse, Kael is standing just inside the living room. I didn’t even hear him come in, his dark eyes murderous. Whatever happened in the pool house can’t be good.

“I’m going to kill that fucking Omega the moment my bite heals in his shoulder.”

I throw him a nervous smile as he approaches us. “Well, you can’t, because they’re sending someone here to make sure he’s got a real bond.”

Preston’s fingers in my hair tighten a little bit before he wraps his legs around my waist. “They’ve never required us to bond any of the Omegas.”

“Something’s off, because we never usually get another Omega in here that fast either. There has to be an agenda.” There always is but we seem to be one step behind and never able to figure out what is going on. Something about Wolfscorge and the timing of our arrests never sat well with me. But this… this is starting to feel all connected somehow.

Thane glares at Kael, a silent conversation passing through them before Thane speaks. “Regardless of whatever the agenda is, Slate can’t be in the pool house when that council member gets here, or it’ll just be another strike against us in getting out of here.”

Kael snorts as he leans back against the counter beside me. “Well, then just bond him, and we’ll get it removed later.”

I immediately veto that idea. “Yeah, we can’t do that. I saw those bond scars on him. He’s had too many. I’m surprised he’s still alive, to be honest.” Some small part of me wants Slate but there’s no rules when it comes to a feral Omega. There’s no saving them. They eventually die or commit such a heinous act that they’re locked away from the public.

And that’s when Preston surprises me as he taps my back for me to move and then slides off the counter, those gray-blue eyes swirling with mischief. “I kind of like the way he smells on you guys and I don’t hate him.” That’s as close to a confession as we’re going to get at this point but I know Kael can see through it.

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