Page 104 of Feral Alphas

When I break free to pant for air, I turn my head and rest it on his shoulder. The feral alpha tilts his head, watching us closely. “See, Mufasa—Zane? This is what happens when you sit.” I pat the floor beside me once more.

My breath stutters as Zane slowly sinks down to a crouch. Luka turns to see what has my attention and his hands tighten around my waist.

“Is that enough of a response?” I whisper.

“Wait a minute longer to see if he’ll go all the way,” he whispers back. Zane’s gaze flicks warily between us and his head swivels a few times as if checking for danger, and then his crouch deepens so much his ass touches the ground.

Quivers of excitement run through me, and Luka strokes my back, reminding me to be calm. “Go and reward him with a touch without putting your hand through the bars. Slowly.”

I crawl off Luka’s bony lap and cross the danger tape on my hands and knees. Zane’s nostrils flare and his head leans toward the bars. “Well done, Zane,” I murmur. “Sit.”

His alpha scent flows wildly over me this close and I reach out my hand, stopping short of the bars as Luka instructed. Colt explained yesterday how the bars can be used as a leverage tool to snap a person’s bones in seconds, so I know what he’s worried about.

Zane mashes his face between the bars, and I brush my fingertips over his nose and lips. Inch-long hair covers his jaw and frames his mouth, now that he doesn’t have kennel masters grooming him regularly. But it’s patchy, like the hair’s been beaten out of some places, to match the scar in his right eyebrow. Under all that, he’s really handsome with a square-cut hairline, tanned olive skin, and an intense expression in his eyes like I’m the only person he ever wants to look at.

It’s an intelligent look, I decide.

Moving slowly so I don’t startle him, I bring my face to within an inch of his. Luka shifts closer and fists one hand on the back of my shirt where he can react if needed.

I pat my lips with my finger. “Kiss,” I say softly. Zane’s lips purse and it’s all the encouragement I need to lean in and press a peck on his mouth. His tongue darts out to lick me.

Luka immediately hauls me backward as a strange noise vibrates through Zane’s throat and the movement makes Zane leap away into his cell.

“It was like a purr,” I say, sprawled in Luka’s lap and staring at Zane in wonder. “He was happy. I never heard a feral alpha make a noise like that.” Tears run down my cheeks as I recall the way we lived in the kennels.

“What did I just witness?” Colt asks, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

I jump up and run into his arms. “Colt! Zane obeyed my command to sit!”

Colt blinks sleepily a few times, checks with Luka over my shoulder, then smiles. “That’s a good sign he can learn.” He tugs me over to the dining table. “If I sit, do I get a kiss too?”

He drops into the closest chair, and I laugh as I jump into his lap to kiss the stuffing out of him. Of course, he turns the tables and it’s me who’s left panting and flushed. Colt groans and adjusts his cock. “How are we going to get anything done when all I want is to fuck you all day and night?”

Luka snorts from the kitchen as he stirs the porridge and pours coffee and I trade a secretive look with him. “Schedule!” I declare and Luka laughs with me.

Colt’s brows rise. “Is morning sex on the schedule these days?”

“Definitely,” I throw back. “There’s a clause!”

Luka brings Colt his coffee and porridge and I watch as he kneels to receive my alpha’s kisses. “Good morning, love. How many hours sleep did you get?”

“Six. I haven’t been up long.”

Trapped between the two of us, Colt’s cock grows harder against my thigh, and I give an experimental rock to tease him. Colt grips my hip and throws me a warning look. “I know what you’re doing, omega.”

I grin. “Is it working?”

“What do you think?” He slides me across his leg and my breath catches. “But a man needs to eat, doesn’t he?” His fingers work through my pajama buttons, starting at the bottom.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, the Center staff say,” I reply.

Luka looks up from his knees and smiles. I sit bare-chested on Colt’s knee as he reaches over and takes the hair tie off Luka’s wrist and finger combs his shoulder-length blond hair into a ponytail. I recognize it as their silent signal that they plan to play.

“Luka, go and get the thing we discussed for the table.” Colt turns his attention back to me and lifts a spoonful of his porridge, but instead of putting it in his mouth after cooling it, he tilts me back a little and pours it on my breast before licking it off.

I gasp, my pussy buzzing into life with instant arousal.

He hums in appreciation. “Now, that’s the best damn porridge I’ve ever tasted.”

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