Page 143 of Feral Alphas

He takes my hand and kisses it. “Pretty lady, wouldn’t it better if we had some dates and got to know each other first?”

I wrap one arm around Colt’s shoulders and try to think that through. My chest heaves with pants. “Next time, then?”

Agent Liam chuckles. “Only if you agree to sharing Colt and Luka with me.”

I nod and then my head falls back weekly onto Colt’s shoulder. “But not during my heat. I need them all to myself.”

Liam grins. “Deal. But only if Colt agrees.”

“I’ll convince him.”

Laughter swells around me, but I can’t match the voices with names. Soon that biting daylight goes away, and I huff a sigh of relief as Colt places me back into my nest. I crawl around rearranging my cushions on the clean sheets for a few moments before arching and snarling as my body spasms with need.

Strong arms come around me and I collapse into them with a sob. “I got you,mi amor.”

I wake panting, hours later, with fresh waves of heat blistering through my skin, despite someone’s softening knot lodged inside me. There’s a limit to a woman’s endurance after all. “I can’t do this,” I whimper. “Make it stop. I need Luka!”

“Hold on precious girl,” Colt says. “We’ve got something here that will help, but I need you to trust me.”

He takes my hand, stroking my sweaty forearm with long sweeps before locking something around my wrist. “Doing so well,” he murmurs with a hoarse voice. All of us are exhausted. “I have to stop your arm moving, Rosie, because we’re putting in an IV drip.”

The metal on the handcuffs grates as he locks the other end to the nest frame at my side. I give an experimental tug and have about a square foot of movement. I’m too exhausted to complain and can only watch sleepily as Colt wraps Uno in a neck choke and Kye does the same for Zane while someone new enters the room.

A sting runs through my arm and a moment later cool plastic tubing tickles across my wrist. I snarl at the strange scent of someone who’s not my pack, but it’s gone as quickly as it came.

“Rose,” Colt whispers in my ear. “Luka’s here now, but you have to be gentle so his wound doesn’t break open and so you don’t knock your drip.”

“Luka! Luka!” I call feebly, sitting up to look for him.

The door cracks open and the light frames my beautiful alpha as he steps in.

I keep calling for him with tears running down my face until he’s in my arms, rocking me gently. “Shh, I’m here now, my love,” he says, kissing me.

I trace around the edge of the white sticky bandage covering over the bullet wound with one hand, and then switch to tracing the tattoo of my bite mark.

“Kinda looks like a matching set,” Luka says with a grin, like he’s damn proud of them both.

I shake my head. When I rest my nose on the ridiculous tattoo, I’m finally surrounded by the scents of all my men. Zane climbs up onto the bed with a soft whine and presses into Luka, who hugs one arm around his head. “I’m alright, big fella. Great job protecting Rose while we weren’t here.”

Zane licks his cheek and I giggle.

Luka grunts. “You call that a kiss?”

“Kizz?”

Luka snorts and presses his lips to the former feral alpha’s in a scorching kiss that leaves me panting just from watching.

“Stop using your arm,” Colt demands hotly, moving Luka’s arm down.

“Yes, Sir,” Luka says, throwing me a wink as he pulls back from Zane and ducks his head. I smile as I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling enough energy flowing through me to lock us together. My heat rolls through in thick, heavy pulses, but I know it’s going to be alright now. My alphas are all here.

Luka works his cock inside me in slow, shallow thrusts and I whine for more. “I know, little omega, I know,” he croons gently. “Keep making those noises so I come, then I’ll get this fat knot inside you. Is that what you want?”

I nod, my hair sliding across the bedding. “Yes.” I writhe up into him and he feels so damn good.

Thanks to no sex for a few weeks, Luka comes apart in minutes and then he works his thick knot in, every movement bringing me fresh orgasms and an ocean tide of slick. And then he’s in, and I gasp, too full to draw breath. That amazing sense of peace floods through me, relaxing me for the final orgasm which leaves me seeing stars and pulsing like I have no control of my body. I don’t, it belongs to Luka.

“I want to sleep,” I murmur.

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