Page 105 of Feral Alphas

I giggle until he does it again, toying with my nipple on purpose. Luka brings back a blanket and spreads it on the table as Colt eats his breakfast off my chest. It’s filthy and barbaric and I’m moaning and grinding into his thigh, so turned on I can barely breathe.

Colt brushes my lips to feel my pants raging against his palm. “Luka needs breakfast too, so take your pants off and get up on the table. That okay with you?”

I nod and slide off his knee in a hurry, stripping off and nearly tripping over. Luka grabs me and holds me steady before helping me up onto the table.

“Hands and knees,” Colt orders, continuing to eat his breakfast while I kneel facing him. “Eat up, Luka.”

I turn to look over my shoulder at the scentless alpha and in a stage whisper I ask, “He’s the king, right?”

Luka smirks. “That’s right. The only person a queen has to obey is the king.”

I squeal as Luka slides the whole blanket across the table to the edge and braces his hands on my ass cheeks. A moan of anticipation slides through me. Luka’s a magician with his tongue and he teases across my folds, licking at the already-damp mound before circling my clit.

My dangling breasts, framed by my open pajamas, heave as Luka fucks his tongue into my vagina, and Colt groans and dives one hand below the table edge. “Now there’s a sight worth dying for.”

As I drop my head, I catch sight of Zane pressed against his bars once more near the abandoned Uno cards, and there’s a giant bulge in his shorts that makes my pulse stutter. Well, he’s probably never seen anything like this in his life. Luka presses his thumb to my clit and swirls slowly and I don’t have sanity left to think about anything else.

I arch my back while I bear down with the pressure of heat waves cannonballing through my belly and Luka hums like I’m a delicious meal as I come all over his tongue.

“We should just change the name from dining table to sex table,” Kye says, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he wanders into the kitchen in pale gray sweatpants.

“Good idea,” Luka says, a sexy husk in his voice as he licks his lips.

Colt pauses, oatmeal halfway to his mouth. “The problem, Kye, is that you haven’t joined in. Once you do, you’ll realize the supreme attraction of eating at a table where you can picture a dozen different fucks.”

He points his spoon from Kye to me. “You have morning wood and she’s warmed up to take you. So, stop your complaining and get on the table and please our omega.”

Kye swears under his breath with his cute little tame variation. “In front of the feral?”

Colt snorts. “You seen how much fucking goes on in this house? He’s going to get used to it sooner or later, and from the way he’s responding, he’s interested. Show him how it’s done, and maybe in a few years when he’s learned his manners, he’ll get a chance too.” Colt’s gaze flicks to me, taking in my wide-eyed look. “If he can learn.”

Kye scrubs a hand over his face. “You’re a hard man to argue with.”

“I’m definitely hard,” Colt jokes, and I’m pretty sure he’s stroking himself under the table. “But if you stood here where I am, you wouldn’t hesitate.”

Brow creased with curiosity, Kye circles the kitchen island and moves next to Colt. “Oh, fricking hell!” he groans as he catches sight of my bare breasts tucked between my arms. “Alpha dammit!” He tears off his clothes faster than I did.

He strides to the edge of the table and pulls me in for a kiss. “Rose,mi amor, let me have you. I beg you.”

I move to sit on the edge, locking my legs around him. “What does this begging sound like?” I tease.

He gets a serious look on his face, and his eyes shutter. “Vous êtes les étoiles dans mon ciel. J'ai mal à l'idée d'être une fusée qui les traverse, ma chérie. S'il vous plaît, laissez-moi voler?”

I have no idea what he’s saying, but it sounds beautiful, like half the menu items he read out the other night at dinner.

“Something about you being his stars and wanting to fly,” Colt translates waving his spoon in the air.

Kye taps the galaxy necklace hung around my neck and I widen my legs with a grin as I make the connection. “I like that begging. It earns you one inch.”

Luka laughs but Kye’s completely fixed on me. He lifts his cock, measures an inch and presses the tip in up to his fingers. I whimper and hold his shoulders to balance. Even just the tip teases me with need.

“Beg,” I say, ignoring Luka who’s shivering with barely suppressed laughter.

Kye teases his cock head in and out of me, being careful to keep to the one inch, but I’m so hot that it’s me who’s begging for more.

“J’ai mal à l’idée de vous retrouver. La vie sans toi était froide et sombre, mais ton amour réchauffe mon âme.” He kisses my shoulder and translates himself against my skin. “My cock aches to be with you again. It was cold and dark in my life without you, but now your love warms my soul.”

I whimper and offer him another inch.

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