Page 13 of Feral Alphas

I draw him down onto my lap and hook my thumb into his mouth until he opens, and then I seal my filthy mouth to his. His eyes widen and he whimpers as I feed his cum back to him.

Once he swallows, I wipe the cream from our lips and smirk at him. “Remember this, the next time you decide to rebel.”

He swallows, chest heaving with broken breaths. “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter five

Luka

I suppress a groan and lick my mouth clean. Holy sludge balls, this man gets me hot, and now filthy too. He’s wilder than I am today. I lean closer and he accepts my silent request, offering me a kiss that’s not so slick.

The kitchen timer goes off, making us both twitch and he snorts. “Bread?”

I grin. “Yeah.”

He drags me over his lap to release me, hand sliding across my still-hard cock as I move. “Go sort it out. Then wait for me on the bed.”

My heart leaps as I wash my hands in the sink. If no other pack will have him, I’ll do everything I can to make him happy. It’s the only way I can atone for my sins.

The sinner and the saint, that’s us—if saints come ginger-haired and prickly as cactus.

I check the oven and turn it off, leaving the door ajar for the bread to cool slowly. The scoring on the brown crust looks perfect which gives me a sense of pride after many failed attempts. Funny how once upon a time only dropping a body would give me thisself-satisfaction, but now keeping house well fulfills me. Maybe there’s hope for a failed human like me yet.

The sting on my ass cheek tells me quite a bit about my Sir’s day. Even though I defied him, he’s rarely rough with me, and I peek through my lashes as I watch him collect his shoes and trousers and head into our bedroom.

I take my time to give him space, stirring the chowder in the slow cooker and setting out the bowls we’ll need later, before thoroughly cleaning the dining table we just rutted all over. Once that’s done, I fist my aching cock a few times and lick my lips, imagining what he has planned as I track down the dusty 1960’s hallway carpet, following a worn groove down the center.

I run my fingers across the closed door into the other main room, the one we did up when we thought an omega chose him five years ago. I think something died inside of Colt when he went in and she backed out, claiming it was a scent mismatch. More likely she found out his only pack was a criminal who’d done time, or maybe that we’re dirt poor and unable to spoil her like a princess deserves.

We should have changed this baby-poo orange carpet instead of outfitting a room that’ll stay empty forever. Colt says I’m all he needs, but what if he has a chance with an omega without me? I mean, that’s every alpha’s dream, including mine, to have an omega to cuddle and care for, to rut with and cherish in every way, and maybe one day make babies with.

Well, that part isn’t my dream. This cursed DNA of mine doesn’t need to live on.

I pop into the second bathroom to clean myself up properly and then settle on my knees on the bed, listening to the sounds ofthe shower as Colt finishes unwinding. Imagining the water sliding down his big body gets me hot within minutes.

Colt loves his job, but it’s got him in a chokehold. Even after we eat, he’ll be back at his desk, pouring over papers. It makes me feel so guilty, sitting at home doing nothing, and the guiltier I feel, the more the darkness presses in to suffocate me.

Sucking in a deep breath, I flatten my hands on my knees and count my breathing until Colt comes out of the bathroom, clad in a towel with his beard trimmed.

“Sit down and talk with me, Luka,” he says as he pats a bit of moisturizer on his face. I think his little bit of vanity hints at his secret, albeit withered, hope that he’ll match with an omega one day. God knows I’d have him even if half his face was missing.

I rock on my heels so I can sprawl backward on the bed. “Rough day?”

He snorts. “The worst. You could tell?”

“Yeah, kinda.” I flick an escapee strand of hair out of my face. “What happened?”

“Felina and I got paired with the asshole!”

I wince, knowing how much he dislikes the brawny alpha Liam, even though he’s a good agent. Liam was there when Colt first took me under his wing. “Ugh! On a new case?”

“Yeah.” Colt nods. “The big case is an underground fighting ring, but we’re chasing a haze lead I picked up yesterday that might be related.” His mood shifts as he closes the walk-in sliding door and comes to the bed, bracing himself with hands either side of my legs. “I fucking hope it is, Luka, because this is the case.”

His hazel eyes blaze with determination that lights my dark spirits up and I reach out to cup his heavy jaw. “The promotion’s on offer?”

He drops his head onto my chest, so trusting as he exposes his vulnerable neck; I don’t deserve that trust, but it’s his constant belief in me that keeps me sane. “Yeah. If I can crack this one, love, I can take better care of you.”

I stroke his neck to prove that I’m in control of myself. I’d never hurt him, but I’ve snapped plenty of necks before today, a fact he well knows. “You already take care of me more than I deserve.”

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