Page 130 of Feral Alphas

Then his handsome, scarred face tilts toward me. “Ki?”

A laugh works through my struggling chest. “Yes, Zane. Kiss.”

He perches, trying not to touch me as he leans down and licks my lips. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and tug him down, inhaling his alpha scent which is quickly flooding the room.

“Kiss, Zane.” I press against his lips and when he tries to lick me again, I poke his tongue back inside and seal my mouth to his. He stiffens, and then relaxes as our mouths merge. I need more from him, so much more, but if I’m not careful, he could break me.

I writhe myself out of my dripping pants and underwear, and Zane’s nose twitches. I spread my legs and pat my pussy. “Kiss, Zane.”

He slides down me, that lean, muscled body scraping against my skin with delicious silk that makes me moan. Zane’s tongue darts across my pussy, and that’s all the taste he needs. His head presses between my thighs as he eats me up like I’m his last meal and I press his head in tighter, moaning and scent-flooding everywhere.

His calloused fingers slide up my thighs to stroke my belly, and I massage the back of his hands in gratitude. When my hands come away sticky, I gasp at the sight of blood on my fingers. I grab my discarded shorts and dab at his knuckles, but the heat steals more of my sanity with every minute that ticks by. There’s no space left to worry about anything else.

Zane’s gentle touch combined with his frantic tongue and that pure-alpha scent send me over the edge and I buck my hips with a cry, coming all over him.

He ‘kisses’ that up too, then lifts his head, his face glistening with my release. With a soft growl, his gleaming eyes ask me what he should do next.

“Come,” I say as I reach for him, burning everywhere and whining softly. He tilts his head as he crawls up my body and I slip my fingers into his waistline and tear the briefs down the side. His dick is hard as concrete and wavering against my stomach.

“Zane.”

He nuzzles against my chest in reply, and I cradle my hand under his cock. “Sex, Zane, sex.”

His hard-on immediately slides forward through my hands. With one hand on his shoulder, I position him lower and press the hot head to my pussy. His shadowed gray eyes widen at the first feel of my wet silk, and he freezes.

I wait for him. If he refuses, I will die right here in the nest the guys built for me.

“Sess?”

My chest caves and I let my head fall back. “Yes, Zane, sex.”

His veiny cock slips through my hand to seat deeply in my pussy, where it belongs. Zane lets out a low growl and a tremor shakes his body.

“You like that, huh? Me too. More.”

His hips tip forward. Turns out some things come completely instinctive. Low growls judder through him, adding a vibration from my pussy to my neck that makes me moan. Zane’s lips peel back as he drops his head to my neck and I have just enough sense to put my hand over his mouth and tell him no biting. He obeys immediately, pushing off my chest to focus on thrusting.

That needy omega whine slips through me again and my scent explodes. My feral alpha lives up to his name. He slams his cock into me like he’s going to battle in the arena: persistent, relentless, strong.

I scream his name over and over and cling with one arm around his neck in a death grip, as he fights the fires of my superheat, battling them back until I regain the first hope that I might survive this phenomenon. Zane never tires, and I can’t get enough of those deep possessive snarls that say what he can’t with words. He’s my alpha.

And just like I won’t let go of him, Zane’s not letting go of me. Wave after wave of orgasm rushes through me, until I’m weeping from the exertion, but I know there’ll be no rest unless he knots me.

“Zane,” I call hoarsely, not much of my voice left. Gently I pressure his shoulder.

His grip on me tightens, but I don’t need him to let go, only to move. An inch at a time, I roll him onto his side and then hisback. He keeps thrusting, scrambling with his legs to brace himself. I swing my leg over his hip and carefully sit up.

For a second, I see the whites of his eyes flash in the shadows as he reacts to his vulnerability in the grounded position, and then I rock my hips over his and he whimpers. It’s such a soft, fragile sound and my eyes slide shut just to enjoy it.

I’m gasping for breath from the marathon as I thrust again, reaching down to touch the swelling base of his cock. “Knot,” I wheeze, moving. Somehow I need to work my pussy down over that ridged lump because he doesn’t know it’s there. I lean back, bracing against his knees and widen my thighs, grinding onto his shaft.

There, the first rounded edge goes in and Zane snarls again and whips toward my shoulder, teeth bared. “Non,” I gasp out, my pussy full but still pulsing greedily. “Knot, Zane,” I say, pressing my fingers between my thighs to grasp him.

There’s so much slick pouring out of me that my fingers slide straight off, but it’s enough because Zane lifts his hips and I moan. I give another firm shove and that glorious knot locks into place, giving me an instant, screaming orgasm. From the way Zane pants and his stomach twitches, he unload inside me too, which makes the knot swell to full size.

Locking us together as alpha and omega.

The fire that’s been blazing in my body subsides like someone put a lid on it. Still bubbling below the surface, but mildly contained—I collapse against Zane’s chest and he strokes my hair.

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