Page 110 of Feral Omega

I tense, a low growl rumbling up to rattle my teeth. Having another alpha here, now, with my knot still buried deep in my omega...

It makes me feel exposed.

Vulnerable in a way I've never been before.

But I can't exactly throw him out, not with Ivy and I locked together like this. And some small, treacherous part of me is almost... grateful for his presence. Because as much as it galls me to admit it, I couldn't have done this without him.

Not without hurting her.

For the first time in my life, I actually think I give a shit.

Chapter

Forty

IVY

The deep ache in my body reminds me I'm still stretched wide, locked tight to the alpha buried within me. Valek.

Even spent, the imposing mountain of a man is all rigid muscle and warm skin pressed against me. My blood ignites at the thought, the nearly painful sensitivity coalescing into a storm of lust.

The heat isn't burning through me like when it first began. Now, it's more like an ember left to smolder, just waiting to be ignited again.

The thought should horrify me, but instead, pleasure curls in my belly at the prospect of completely unraveling in their arms.

Plague removes his mask, his long raven-black hair spilling over his shoulders, his gorgeous face unveiled. I gaze up into his pale blue eyes. The strange, uncertain vulnerability there, the raw openness, sends a shiver down my spine. This man, so shrouded in mystery and danger, lets his walls crumble in my presence.

"You were so brave, little omega," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "So strong, enduring all of that. For us."

His praise washes over me, warm and comforting like a soft blanket. I feel cherished, treasured. Valek's arms tighten around me possessively, a low rumble building in his chest. But even in his primal state, he tolerates Plague's presence.

And I know it's only for my sake.

Plague leans in, his breath ghosting over my lips, and I tremble in anticipation. The first brush of his mouth against mine is electric, sending sparks racing through my veins. I melt into the kiss, savoring the gentleness, the reverence in his touch.

Emboldened, I deepen the kiss, pouring my longing into the slide of our lips. Plague matches my fervor, worshiping me with every caress, every stroke of his tongue.

I lose myself in the security of Valek's embrace and the ardor of Plague's kiss. The outside world fades away, narrowing down to this moment, this connection.

Plague's hands roam my body, mapping every curve with reverent touches. I arch into his caress, silently begging for more, even as Valek growls his approval. They're both so attuned to my needs, to my desires, anticipating what I crave before I even realize it myself.

In turn, I lavish Plague with attention, trailing kisses along his jaw, down the column of his throat. He shudders beneath my ministrations, a soft moan falling from his lips. The power I hold over him—over both of them—is intoxicating.

I never imagined mating could feel like this.

That I could feel in control, even as I surrender it to these alphas.

My fingers trail down Plague's chest through his open shirt, mapping the contours of his muscles, the ridges of old scars. I've never allowed myself to be this close to alphas before, to touch one with anything other than fear or revulsion.

But here, in this moment, curiosity overrides my ingrained instincts.

Plague's fair skin is warm beneath my palm, his heartbeat strong and steady. I trace the lines of his scars. Each mark, each blemish, holds a tale of its own, a piece of the puzzle that makes up the enigma before me.

I let my hand drift lower, over the toned muscle of his abdomen, and to the base of his massive cock through his slacks. My face warms as I realize what I'm doing, but I can't help but be curious. I've never had the chance to explore an alpha like this, or wanted to.

"Better take those off," Valek says in a wry tone. "Give the little lady what she wants."

Plague breathes a laugh, but he makes quick worth of his fatigues, shucking them off before rejoining me at my side. "Do whatever you like," he says, his tone low and inviting.

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