Page 18 of Feral: Part One

An unfortunate thing for all of us.

I don’t want a feral Omega in our house. If we mess this up, our kid could be born in jail, and I won’t let that happen. Which leaves this bonding shit to me.Fuck.Raphael raises an eyebrow, gesturing to Slate with his head as if to say that he doesn’t have all day.

I step toward Slate, letting a heavy sigh fall from my lips. His gaze locks on mine, his nostrils flared as I lean in so that only he can hear me. “I don’t care if this bond kills you. If you hurt Malik or Preston, I’ll cut off your dick and watch you bleed out. You will submit. You will obey.”

Slate’s lips twist into a snarl of his own that is both adorable and a little frightening. “You can’t make me.”

“Sweet Omega, you have noideawhat I can do.”

My hand jabs out to roughly grab the front of his neck and drag him closer, our bodies inches apart, his bare chest resting against me. To Raphael, it looks like desire. It’s control. Slate’s pulse races beneath my fingers, his arousal spiking further, the scent of his slick filling my lungs. He’s fighting it, but his body wants this.

“We’ll stay out of each other’s way,” I say, lips brushing against his ear. “You get the guest bedroom. Act out and I’ll make it hurt, not the way you’d like. Understand?”

The Omega just nods. “Do your worst.”

He’s testing me and as much as I want to lean into that and play with him, this needs to be over fast. I’m not going to dangle him in front of Preston and this situation is less than ideal.

“How shy are you?”

Slate glares at me with a smirk before placing a thumb inside the waistband of his pants and then shoving them down. Theypool at his ankles, leaving him bare, his cock already hard. The scent of slick is even stronger now, pleasure pulsing through the bond that can only come from Preston as a soft whine follows.

“Let’s give them a show and I’ll knot you.” I twist him around and bend him over the edge of the couch, hating how perfect his ass is. Slick glistens on the back of his thighs, Slate’s fingers digging into the upholstery as I push two fingers between his cheeks to feel his puckered hole. He jolts forward, my cock straining against my pants. “Ah, so desperate for an Alpha, aren’t you Slate?”

He doesn’t answer me and I didn’t expect him to as I release myself from my pants, using some of his slick to wet my cock before thrusting into his ass. He lets out a gasp as he sucks me in, making me almost come right there.

I set a relentless pace, his soft mewls filling the room. My eyes flick to Preston, silently asking for forgiveness, knowing this act binds us to Slate, not just him. But Preston isn’t mad. In fact, he seems to be enjoying this, his lips parting as he blows me a kiss. Kael has one hand on our Omega’s hip, the other clearly massaging Preston between his thighs.Good to know.

The guilt in my chest eases a little and I focus on our bond, imagining Preston beneath me, his soft curves and teasing smile, rather than an Omega I barely know that wants nothing to do with us. Still, Slate pushes back against me, giving as hard as he gets. In another second, my knot will be stuffed inside of him and I only have one chance to bite him. One chance to prove to Raphael that we’re following the rules.

“Ready, little Omega? This is going to hurt.”

His only response is thrusting back on my cock, sucking my knot inside of him as his body shudders with his release. I lean over his back and sink my teeth into his shoulder, blood filling my mouth as Slate writhes beneath me. And then he just goes limp, a soft cry escaping his lips.

The bond snaps into place, Slate’s emotions flooding through me. I was bracing for defiance, some feral fight, but it’s not there. It’s just fear, terror, uncertainty, confusion—a raw, broken wave that twists in my gut. I try to pull back, caught off guard, but my knot keeps us locked together. It’s an awkward maneuver as I gather Slate up against me and move to sit on the couch before pulling a blanket over his lap.

I glance over at Raphel, hoping and praying this is enough. “That do it?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell the council you’re done.” He stands and heads for the door, without saying his goodbyes. “Keep him in the main house, not the pool house or I’ll be forced to believe that you are not rehabilitating this Omega. Don’t screw this up.”

The front door shuts with a click and the room falls quiet, the weight of the new bond sinking into me. Slate’s breathing slows, eyes fluttering shut as he slips into that deep Omega sleep, wiped out from the intensity.

I look over at the others, worried that we might have just stepped into uncharted territories. “I had no idea this is what he was dealing with. Holy fuck, there’s so much self-hatred.” My attention falls to Preston, checking in on him. All of that desire is gone as he feels through this new bond, his gray-blue eyes glistening with tears.

Malik doesn’t seem phased and Kael is just pissed off. Until he fully bites Slate, they won’t feel him like Preston and I do.

“How are you feeling, Preston?” I ask, wishing I was holding our Omega and not the one in my lap.

Preston’s lips quiver, tears spilling down his cheeks. “It’s uncomfortable. I didn’t think… fuck, I think I’m going to throw up.”

He slides off Kael’s lap before darting down the hallway, his bare feet slapping the floor. Malik’s up in an instant to follow him, leaving a tense silence between me and Kael.

Kael’s eyes drop to Slate, then snap back to me, dark with rage. “You’re going to fix this shit,” he says. “Keep him away from Preston and tell him to keep his emotions in check. When we get out of here, we’re severing ties.”

I lean back, Slate’s body shifting with me, his breath hitching in his sleep. “It’s not that easy to get him to a doctor and remove the bond.” Just the thought of hurting Slate pains me now, another complication in an already complicated process. Biologically, Slate is now mine and I can’t fathom physically or mentally hurting him like we usually do with our other Omegas.

Kael laughs, a harsh sound that rattles through the air. “We might be the black sheep of the family, but we still have connections. Figure it out. I’m going to make sure Preston’s okay.”

“Cousin, understand you can’t keep me from Preston. He’s mine too.”

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