Page 20 of Feral: Part One

He soon withdraws his fingers, slick dribbling between my thighs before Kael shifts and presses into me, joining Thane, both of them stretching me to my limits. A wanton groan fallsfrom my lips as my fingers dig into the bedding, the pleasure overwhelming, teetering on the edge of pain. Thane continues to nurse the bite, while Kael sets a ruthless pace, each thrust driving me into oblivion.

Moans and grunts fill the room as Kael’s hand grips the back of my neck, his growl more possessive than I’ve ever heard it. “As much as I hate this situation, you were a good boy coming to me instead of trying to hurt yourself. I won’t have that in my house. Preston won’t have it. He made me promise we wouldn’t hurt you, wouldn’t make you bleed. And so I won’t. Not without your permission, but don’t forget that I’m fucking you right now so my pack survives. This hasnothingto do with you.”

His words cut deep, but the pleasure and pain of the stretch drowns them out. Tears stream down my face, mixing with the heat coursing through me. I don’t care about their reasons; I just need this, need them to take control, to make me forget. My body clenches around them, chasing release, and I come again with a cry as I slump against Thane.

Kael pulls out, his release spilling across my back, warmth coating my skin. Thane thrusts a few more times before his knot is swelling, locking us together. Seconds later, he’s exploding inside of me, the fullness a perfect sensation. Kael places his hand against my back, rubbing his cum into my skin, purring with each stroke.

He’s telling me in so many words that I am his to control and I’m in no position to fight it but I won’t back down. Not easily.

“You’re going to be trouble, I can already feel it,” he growls, his hand sliding up past my shoulder blades and into my hair. He tugs back roughly, his gaze meeting mine before he releases me and slips off the bed. And just like that, he’s gone, the door opening and closing in the silence.

Thane laughs softly, his chest vibrating beneath me. “Seems like our resident asshole might be getting a little soft.”

I frown, still trying to catch my breath as that Omega haze takes over me. “He’s going to have to try harder than that.” No way in hell am I just going to fall for the Alpha because he’s getting soft. We’ve both been assholes to each other and while we could work toward a mutual benefit, there’s no way in hell I’m just going to submit to him.

Thane sighs as he resituates to make me more comfortable, cupping my cheek so that we can see each other. “What happened when you came out here?” His dark eyes search mine, obviously looking for an answer. I’m sure the softness in his expression works on some people but it won’t work on me.

I shake my head, not ready to spill my guts. “You have to try harder than that too. Thank you for the knot and my bite feels better, but we’re not pretending this is more than a transaction. Now, I’m going to sleep.”

Thankfully, the Alpha doesn’t press it. I just hope that I don’t getneedyagain. This was fucking embarrassing and I’m covered in cum.

Preston

Atangle of blankets and pillows surround me, fairy lights around the walls keeping the light just bright enough for me to see but not enough to blind me. Kael’s sweatshirt is draped over my shoulders, the wall separating my room from Slate’s holding my gaze, as if I could will it away and see him.

Hours ago, moans drifted through—raw, desperate sounds that sent a shiver through me. Then came the bond, a flood of pleasure followed by relief, like Slate had finally exhaled after holding his breath too long. It wasn’t the usual heat that spikes in me, urging me to seek my Alphas. It was calm, a quiet I hadn’t felt from anyone before.

And now my chest aches with the need to know he’s okay.

Malik’s been in and out, leaving trays of food I barely touch. I’m not feeling well, a heaviness that comes and goes with thepregnancy. It makes all of the feelings and emotions stronger too. Most days, I just want to sit on a cock or entice them to fuck me into oblivion. And other days, I just want my pillows and silence.

However, with Slate here… he’s been on my mind all day, his dark curls, those near-black eyes that hold so much fear. He’s beautiful, broken in a way that pulls at me, like he’s a piece of me I didn’t know was missing. I feel him through the bond, his pain, his terror, and I want to fix it.

I need to see him.

I want to see him.

He’s mine.

That uncomfortable thought has been swirling around in my head too. Well, it’s not uncomfortable anymore. I drop my hands to my belly, massaging the tender skin around my navel. The doc said I have about three months left, that I’d give birth early as many male Omegas do. I can’t really imagine little ones running around in a place like this, having to shield them from the council’s watchful eyes but I will.

A little sigh falls from me as I stuff my face into one of the pillows that Malik touched. It’s a mixture of his and Slate’s scent, just barely but enough that I’m longing for the new Omega all over again.

My Alphas warned me to stay away from him. They call him feral, dangerous, but I don’t believe it. I’ve felt his heart and I know he needs someone.Me. I’ve been wrestling with it for minutes, my fingers twisting in the blanket. Finally, I decide.

I climb out of my nest and slip on socks to keep my feet warm, a small comfort against the anxiety curling in my gut. When I’m like this, I lock my mates out, giving only Malik the key. It drives them wild, but it’s my way of holding on to control. Today, I need to see Slate, so I unlock the door and peek into the hallway.

Thane’s there, leaning against the wall, sweatpants slung low on his hips, a vast expanse of muscles and abs on display.Yummy. Fuck. Focus, Preston.A knowing grin spreading across his lips. “Hey, angel, you weren’t trying to see someone, were you?”

I groan, knowing that I’d get caught. “I just need to see him, Thane.”

He shakes his head, stepping forward and guiding me back into the room. He closes the door behind us, his presence filling the space. “Absolutely not. Kael’s with the council and Malik’s out meeting other packs. Slate’s sleeping. He’s fine and you’re not going near him.”

I whine, a high-pitched sound that usually softens my mates, and let my pheromones drift out, trying to coax Thane into giving me what I want. “Please, Thane. I need to know he’s okay.”

His eyes darken, his nostrils flaring as they respond to my sweetened scent, but he doesn’t budge. “He’s dangerous, Preston, even if he doesn’t think so.”

“That’s why he needs me!” I whisper-yell, stepping closer, my hand brushing his arm. “I know it.” Thane engulfs me against his chest, anchoring me in the mess of my mind. I take a deep breath, inhaling Thane’s scent, and then it hits me—sharp, musky, layered with something that’s unmistakably Slate. My tongue darts out to lick his chest, tasting the salt and heat of a man I crave but hardly know. “You taste like him,” I purr. “He’s mine, Thane. I need him. Please. We don’t have to tell Kael or Leek, okay?”

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