Page 12 of Feral
She moved into the kiss, but still refused to let go of Darius, who didn’t seem to mind that he was being used as a security blanket. She wrapped one leg around mine, twining us together as she curled against me. I was thrumming low in my chest, my whole body vibrating as I purred. Thrumming was a weird Manix trait. It was as universal as a hug. It could be comforting, friendly, or wildly sexual, depending on the situation.
We all knew which situation this was though.
Kitten was grinding up against my aching cock, trying to find relief. “Easy, Omega. I’ve got you. Let’s get you some relief in the form of several mind-blowing orgasms,” I said soothingly. I pulled back, and Darius took over kissing her while I started undressing her slowly, starting with her threadbare yoga pants.
Her legs were long and muscular, but they were marred by both old scars and new scabs. I traced a scar that ran down the length of her thigh from a hunting accident. She’d gotten banged up bad tripping down a ravine. It had taken Beckett and me a whole day to find her, and I still remembered that fear like it was yesterday. If she’d hit the wrong spot, bled out, she’d be dead.
Suddenly, the need to taste her was overwhelming, and I tore off her underwear, not giving her time to feel shy as I dived between her thighs.
I groaned against her clit as her taste burst on my tongue. Goddamn. I was gonna blow in my pants like a brand new fucking Manix teen. The heat had ratcheted her natural pheromones up to eleven, and she was like eating your favorite meal, if it was cooked to perfection by a Michelin-starred chef.
She tasted like everything that had been missing from our lives.
I pushed that thought down as I flicked out my tongue and twirled it around her clit, a pleased rumble bursting from me at her gasping moan.
“Oh god, Corvin.”
Mmm, that’s it… Scream my name, Kitten.
Well, that’s what I would have said to her if my tongue wasn’t already busy. The taste of her slick was making me dizzy, but I sucked, licked and tongue-fucked her until it was coating my face and my girl was screaming. Her hand was wrapped painfully in my hair, and I relished every single strand she ripped out. My Kitten was feral, in more ways than one.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted in a voice that was so high-pitched it might be heard only by bats and dogs, and then she was coming all over my face. I lapped up her slick, refusing to let even a little bit be wasted.
She uncurled her hands from my hair as she panted, trying to regain her breath. I licked and nibbled her thighs, my Beast roaring for me to bite hard, to mark her as mine, to mate her. Instead, I let my tongue trace down to her knee, appreciating the way her legs still shook.
She grabbed at my shoulders, her fingers curled into little claws. I looked up, along the lean lines of her body, at her face. Her eyes, and Darius’s, looked back at me. Her cheeks were flushed but her eyes were even more wild.
“Fuck me, Corvin. I want you to fuck me. Please…” She trailed off, and looked at Darius. “Or you.” Then she met Beckett’s gaze. “Or you. Why does this still hurt so bad?” It was a whimper of pleasure and pain, and it tore at my chest. She needed more.
Darius brushed his fingers across my cheek. “Let me, Alpha.”
My Omega, the man who had nearly all of my heart, was far more Beast than man, but I still couldn’t deny him anything.
6
DARIUS
It was a fever dream. The small amount of control I was clutching turned to dust in my palms. I kissed Kitten like she was an illicit drug, drinking her down. I needed more though; the more relief she got, the more I began to ache with a need to be inside her.
I can control myself,I repeated inside my head, all the while kissing her—this stranger I’d known for mere hours—like she was my salvation. I devoured her lips, her tongue, and replaced them with mine. I dragged her on top of my body, giving her an element of control when it probably felt as if her own body had a mind of its own. I knew that feeling, that helplessness as biology took over and it felt like free choice went out the window. At the time, it didn’t matter. You needed. You craved. Reason was something that came later, after your needs had been met and that burning in your gut was gone.
I felt that madness on the edges of my own consciousness now, waiting for me to give myself fully over to instinct and take what was finally within reach—that one act I’d ached for since my first time in yearning. But we weren’t going to do that this time. This was all about appeasing the heat, easing her pain, and then we could figure everything else out later.
I could control myself.
She ground down on my dick, and I wanted to tear my own underwear off so I could be inside her already. Dangerous feeling, but we both needed this. I let her move rhythmically up and down my dick, finding some relief, though her whines and the heat of her core told me she needed so much more.
“One more orgasm, Kitten,” I said with as much authority as I could muster, gripping her hips and dragging her up my body, coating myself in her slick. I purred at the thought of combining our scents, of her soaking my skin with sweat and her juices.
I pulled her up until she was sitting on my face, and she submitted to the urge to ride it straight away. I speared my tongue inside her, and I was pretty sure I was drowning in the best way possible. Give me a snorkel and I wouldn’t come up for days. She arched forwards so she could rest her hands on the wall behind me, her whole body undulating. I bet she looked beautiful; if I didn’t have the best seat in the house—or was I the best seat?—I’d be jealous of the show the Alphas were getting right now. I held onto her hips, and her clit bumped on my nose as my tongue went wild. When I felt her coming on my cheeks, I thrummed with happiness against her clit.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, her pussy fluttering against my mouth. “Do that again, Darius.” Reason left me at the sound of my own name moaned like that. I pulled her clit between my lips and thrummed hard. She curled forwards, like the stacked orgasm was pulling her muscles tight. Her slick was running down my cheeks now, and she was panting through the pleasure.
With a growl, I flipped her onto her back, moving up over her in a single, lithe movement. I pushed down my boxers with rough hands until I could take my aching, dripping cock and slide it inside her with a grunt.
“Yes,” she hissed, not hesitating to thrust up so I was balls deep.
Out of control.
