Page 12 of Feral Alphas

I grab a bottle of lube off the buffet cabinet and set it on the table with a deliberate clank that makes him whimper. I watch his delicious smooth ass as he obediently bends over the kitchen table while I kick off my leather shoes and drop my pants.

Need haze my ass! My cock’s already threatening to explode just from looking at him.

I drop the lube into my hand and slather it over his pucker, and he widens his legs to give me better access. He’s so obedient, you’d never guess he used to be an enforcer for one of the country’s most dangerous motorcycle gangs.

“I’m taking this hole, Luka, because you didn’t take my instructions today.” I press my slick fingers around his ring, teasing him and loosening him up.

“Sir,” he whines, pressing back into my touch.

“Hands on the table,” I order, my pulse speeding up. Fuck, he’s too much, laid out this way, a meal for my taking. I’ve never been a dom before, and I wouldn’t be to anyone except this man, but the roleplay lets me be completely in charge in a way I never can be at work. I had to learn it though, reading online forums and joining a doms’ chat group.

I slide my rock-hard cock between Luka’s cheeks, and he growls softly, the faintest hint of his alpha spirit shining through. The sound that would be a warning to any other alpha or dom goes straight to my dick.

With a few plunges, I slide myself inside his ass, stroking his back to encourage him to let me in. My fingers find knife scars on his back as I rove his body. He was a shattered man when we first met, skin and bone, half of them broken. Now he’s healthy and all I have.

“Luka,” I breathe as I thrust deeper, hungry for more of him.

He gasps as I nudge his prostate. “Sir?”

“It’s just you and me, you know. Unwanted by the omegas, and what pack would have us?”

His hands curl into fists as I grip his hips and ravish his ass, thrusting him hard against the table with every stroke.

My breath rasps in my throat. “So, I need you—” Fuck, he feels so good, clenching around me, that my balls lift in anticipation and fire runs through my belly. “Need you to stay healthy, understand?”

“Yes, Colt, Sir!” He lifts his head with a whine, body tensing.

“Are you ready, Luka?”

“So ready!”

I clamp my hand around his cock. “Don’t come.”

“Fuck!” he yells, trying to thrust back onto me. I slap his ass once in warning and his body spasms. “Please, Sir?”

Even his cries are beautiful, but I’m not relenting today. If he wants to play at disobedience, then I’ll go along for the ride. “Hold it while I use your pretty little hole.” My hips snap forward, and I groan, sweat tickling in my hair line. “I will own this body as I please until we both die of old age, hear me?”

He whines, nodding, and I reach forward to grasp his hair tail roughly. “I asked if you heard me!”

“Yes, Sir!”

The rawness in his voice coupled with the taut lines of his hyperextended back send me over the edge and I groan and shudder, burning through my release in thick spurts into his cavity. His cock in my other hand pulses and leaks a little.

I thrust a few extra times as my cock softens, just to feel the sticky slide inside, then pull free. I massage the red handprint on his ass for a moment as I catch my breath. “Kneel up on the table and face me.”

There’s something about the way he kneels which is so assertive and sexy, despite his lowered eyes. I wouldn’t ever have asked a man to kneel for me, but with Luka, it’s different. Everything is different with him.

I draw the bar stool over to the table, watching his groin pulse with sensitivity at every sound. “Open your legs,” I demand, and he obeys immediately. “You look the most beautiful in this position,” I murmur softly as I rest my hands on his knees and open my mouth, which is now positioned at the perfect height. “In,” I command, tapping my lips.

He rests his hands on my shoulders and slowly brings his hips forward until the arc of his piercing rests on my mouth, hesitant as if he’s not sure this is what I want. I suck him in, and he moans deeply as my tongue caresses his tip, playing with the ring. He’s big enough to block the back of my throat, nearly choking me, but it’s the cold, strange sensation of metal on my skin that’s a little hard to take.

His belly pulses with his shattered breaths as I work him over and his hips snap forward to fuck my mouth. One hand strokes across my short military cut and he cries out and tenses. “Sir?” he begs when I withdraw.

“Come for me, Luka,” I order before taking him back in.

He floods my mouth in seconds, whimpering and cursing under his breath as he thrusts desperately. I hold it in my mouth, forcing back my desire to swallow.

When he’s done, he pulls out, panting as his shoulders droop, relieved of tension.

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