Page 112 of Feral Alphas

A deep scent flows over me, freezing me in my tracks. My body jolts and I gasp. Then nothing else matters except diving my noseinto that soul scent. It’s dark as sin, and so thick I can physically taste it in my mouth. I groan and writhe into the source.

“Hold on, honey.” Luka bunches under me and lifts me, his jacket covering my head so I can’t see anything. And no one can see me. Or smell me. No scent on the planet could get through that thick alpha haze and I hear people cough nearby. I don’t even have the palette to describe it, but plum is the closest I can get. If velvet had a scent, this would be it. Dark and thick enough to swallow you whole.

Kye calls out and Luka passes me into the car. I scream as he disentangles my grip.

“Let me go, Rose, so I can go kill the bastard.” His voice burns as dark as his scent.

“Don’t leave,” I order, omega whines rolling through my throat.

“Fuck, Rose!” The car bounces and Luka climbs in the back seat with me. I throw myself at him and cling to his neck, desperately trying to merge our bodies through my tears.

“Should I drive?” Kye asks.

“Go to the far end of the carpark and stop somewhere I can see the door,” Luka says tersely, stroking my back.

I’m trembling all over, but the sensation is no longer fear. I tear at his clothes like a wild woman.

“Frick, man, is that your scent?” Kye puts the window down an inch. “That’s powerful!”

“Yeah, well you don’t become you-know-what without some tricks in the bag.” He groans as I free his cock from his pants, and it’s hard as always. “Rose, honey, do you want Kye’s knot? He can soothe you. Climb back here, Kye.”

Some distant, logical part of me wants Kye too and I know he can soothe me, but that same rational thought knows if I let go ofLuka, he’ll go back and tear Groman to shreds. His alpha aura shouts death. I want that man dead too, but not if it could endanger my alpha.

Luka tries to pass me to Kye but I snarl and slap at their hands, grinding myself into the pulsating blond alpha. Right now I need him, and more than that, he needs me.

“She knows what she needs most, Luka,” Kye says softly, backing off.

I wriggle my tights and underwear down. “Now!”

Luka groans and my scent lets loose as I rock into his hard on, seating myself on that giant cock in one desperate thrust. I balance myself on his shoulders and ride him hard as I can, hoping to force his growing knot inside. It won’t go in, and tears run down my cheeks to pool on my trembling lips as my movements grow wilder until I’m groaning into his ear and bathing his thighs with my cum.

“Knot,” I gasp. That scent he carries could bring men to their knees, let alone a sensitive omega like me.

“Fucking hell!” Luka growls. “Make me some fucking space in here, Kye.”

Luka swings us around on the seat until the backrest is behind me. Dimly I hear the grating sounds as the front seats scoot on their tracks, and then Luka’s burying himself in me like he means it, thrusting with all his incredible strength. The heavy surges knock the breath from my lungs with each stroke in heavy gasps and I whine for more as his teeth graze my neck.

“No marking, Luka,” Kye says warily from nearby.

Luka answers him with an animal snarl and my heart jumps at the possibility I might get my first mate bond today. Instead, my loverlifts his head with a gasp and tugs my leg up so he has better access to wedge that oversized knot inside me, one knobbled ridge at a time.

Damn, he’s big. Luka’s never had a knot before, most likely suppressed along with his alpha scent. The self-control he must have is incredible, because my omega scent flutters all through the car and there isn’t a darn thing I can do to control it.

With a groan he pushes in, and his knot passes my entrance and slips deep inside. I grip his neck tight and hang on as he rides me, feral and beautiful, and snarling with pent-up need. The thick scent pours off him, and I feel light and buoyant and so incredibly safe as I shatter across his knot.

Blue lights flash in the distance, swarming around the shopping center as my body does a strange twist I’ve never felt before, all the muscles in my pussy clamping around Luka’s dick. A foreign howl pours from my exposed throat as if my body’s celebrating as I contract around him, squeezing and massaging.

“Luka, Luka!” I cry into his neck, not understanding what’s happening, but feeling happier than I ever have in my life. I know I’m pouring slick like a tap turned on, but not a single drop reaches my thighs past his knot.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! My darling! I’ve got you!” Luka bursts into tears as well, his body clenching as he comes hard, throwing out a thick new scent.

“What is it?” Kye asks, climbing in the back seat to hold me steady.

“She’s catching me.”

I don’t need the wide-eyed look from Kye to know that’s something amazing, because my body is telling me in a thousand different ways. But although my soul seems to know, my brain doesn’t.

“What is it?” I gasp, writhing softly into Luka, marveling at the way we’re so completely joined together.

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