Page 103 of Feral Omega

I moan into Whiskey's mouth, back bowing as Thane stretches me wide around his impressive length. He stills once he's fully sheathed—everything but the knot—inside my clutching heat.

"Easy," he purrs, reaching up to brush a damp tendril from my brow. "Just breathe, little one. Let yourself adjust."

And then I realize he’s literally purring. I knew alphas could do that, too, even if they’re not as likely as omegas. But I’ve never actually heard it, and I’m not expecting the wash of warmth and relaxation it sends through my body.

That’s new.

I nod shakily, gulping down ragged breaths as my inner walls flutter around the thick invasion. It's been so long since I've felt this full, this utterly claimed.

But there's no more pain, no fear. Just the bone-deep satisfaction of being taken by alphas who don't repulse me.

Enrage me, sure. Plenty of times.

Whiskey nuzzles against the side of my neck, raining soft kisses along the line of my jaw. "Look at you," he murmurs in hushed awe. "Taking him like a champ. You feel so fuckin' good wrapped around him, don't you?"

I nod again, a trembling moan spilling from my lips. My hips give an instinctive roll, grinding against Thane's groin in search of friction. He hisses through gritted teeth, fingers biting into my hips.

"That's it, little rabbit," Thane growls, the first shallow thrusts sending sparks of pleasure ricocheting through me. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you need."

I whimper, hips surging upward to meet his languid strokes. My fingers tangle in the sheets, back arching as ecstasy builds in a dizzying crescendo. Each glide of his thick shaft inside me has me teetering on the edge, so close to that blissful oblivion.

Whiskey devours my lips in another ravenous kiss, swallowing my breathless moans. His hands roam freely, palming the soft weight of my breasts before pinching the taut peaks with wicked twists.

I cry out against his mouth, hurtling over that edge into shattering release. Rapture crashes over me in waves, my inner muscles rippling around Thane's thick length as I shudder and shake through each exquisite pulse.

He rumbles deep in his chest, lips brushing my brow in a shocking display of tenderness. "Good girl," he murmurs, thrusts growing harder, more urgent. "So fuckin' good for me, Ivy. Take it all."

I cling to him, burying my face in the solid curve of his shoulder as he uses my body with deep, punishing strokes. Whiskey rains kisses along my jaw, my throat, his rough fingertips finding my aching clit to rub tight, merciless circles around the swollen bud.

It's almost too much, but just when I think I can't possibly take any more, I feel the swell of Thane's knot.

But there's no fucking way I can take it.

Not yet.

To my relief, he seems to sense that and doesn't push it in. Even the alphas at the Center knew they'd get in trouble for knotting us, since that can form a mate bond. So I only have my terror-fueled imagination to tell me what that would be like.

That, and… curiosity. Which is something I've never experienced before in regard to any part of an alpha's anatomy.

And there's a part of me that wants to be knotted to sate this heat, even if I know I need more preparation.

Thane goes rigid above me, a guttural roar tearing from his throat. His hips stutter, that thick cock pulsing as he spills himself deep inside me. He collapses against me, forehead pressed to mine as we both pant for air. I cry out and shudder beneath him, trembling through the aftershocks as my body throbs around the thick shaft still buried inside me.

"Fuck," Whiskey rasps, fingers stilling against my swollen clit. "That might be the hottest damn thing I've ever seen."

Thane snorts, his breath ghosting over my cheek. He levers himself up on one elbow, trailing the backs of his fingers down my flushed cheek. "We're not done with you yet, little rabbit. You still have to take a knot before you're out of heat."

My heart stutters at the promise in his words, fresh arousal wetting his cock, which is still stuffed into me.

This is only the beginning?

I don't know if I'll even survive.

I gulp audibly, glancing at Whiskey in mute appeal.

"What can I say?" he drawls, rolling his shoulders in a lazy stretch that has every rope of muscle flexing beneath his tanned skin. "The man speaks the truth. Now it's my turn to have a go at that sweet little cunt."

Thane chuckles darkly, withdrawing from my body with a slick, obscene sound that has me blushing furiously. He leans back against the pillows, an indolent sprawl of hard muscle and male beauty as he watches Whiskey move into position between my splayed thighs.

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