Page 145 of Feral Alphas

“Colt, I love you.” Why on Earth did I wait a decade to say those words?

His eyes widen as I roll over and press my lips to his without asking, taking what I want. Colt wraps his hand around the back of my head, holding us together as we lick and suck at each other’s mouths with messy adoration.

Kye murmurs softly behind me and Colt and I trade a sly smile. I rise up on my arms, my brows rising in a silent query. Colt smirks and nods.

Carefully I untangle myself from Colt’s legs, leaving the cluster of alpha bodies to face Kye. “I’m sorry to you too, Kye.”

He can’t quite seem to meet my eyes but his alpha scent flares wildly with his rut. “I forgive you. And I fricking missed you, Luka.” His bottom lip sucks into his mouth. It’s impossible to tell by hisdark skin in this shadowed room if he’s blushing, but I feel like I can sense it pulsating off him.

I kneel in front of him, knees wide on purpose and the fairy lights overhead shining on my sheened skin. “I have a question for you, Kye.”

“Yeah?” he asks breathlessly.

“Do you see something you like?”

He jerks with shock, finally meeting my eyes and all my suspicions are confirmed by the longing in his gaze. “Yes,” he whispers.

“Then why don’t you take what you want?”

Kye surges forward and loops one arm around my waist, pulling us close together. His chest quivers with suppressed alpha energy as he places his cheek a finger-width from mine. “Do you really mean that, Luka?”

I chuckle and rest my hand on the back of his neck. “I do.”

I thought Kye would hesitate, but I forgot to account for his rut. He drags his throat and cheek along me, marking me with his scent. My core tightens in response to the lingering spiced sweetness as it sticks to my bare skin.

“I should never have said those things about you,” he murmurs as he kisses my shoulder, and I know he’s referring to the day he called me the Bikie Butcher.

“How do you feel about fucking a criminal like me?” I ask, stretching my throat out. He leans in and I shiver with nerves as his lips touch my vulnerable skin.

He hums happily. “What criminal? You’re thoughtful and loyal, and so fricking hot I can’t take my eyes off you, Luka. I didn’t know I could be into men, but I want all in with you.”

I chuckle. “Alright, Kye. No dates, no jewelry. Just take what you want.”

He snorts “You already got me the jewelry, remember.”

“Right.”

He turns his attention to sucking on my skin as his hands slide down the body he finds so attractive. His thumbs pause on the bands of black ink circling below my elbows and a fierce rumble pulses through him. Without further warning, he presses his hands onto my chest and shoves me backward. I land between Colt’s legs, and my master pins my ribs with his knees.

“Show me how much you want my sub, Kye,” Colt murmurs, his own erection growing as hard as mine.

Kye growls and it seems like all his alpha has matured overnight, the boy settling into his adulthood. He lifts me under the hips and roughly turns me over and I twitch as his tongue runs down my seam. Colt watches smugly as Kye spreads my cheeks wide and tongues my hole.

I groan and drop my head, right onto Colt’s waiting cock. His head falls back with a low moan as I suck him down.

The musician reaches over to skim slick off our sleeping omega, and I feel the cool touch of liquid drizzling over my relaxed pucker. He inserts one thumb, exploring and I curse under my breath. Those long musician fingers seem to reach everywhere, stealing my sanity and my air.

Colt smirks and cradles my jaw with one hand. “Breathe, Luka.”

I need that advice because I’m quivering all over. I whimper at the first touch of Kye’s cock against my skin. His hips press forward to send his cock sliding through my cheeks and when I arch my back, his next attempt lands inside.

“Luka,” he murmurs.

I’m sure he wants to say more, but he can’t, so he speaks with his body as his cock slides deep inside, all the way to his knot. Electric thrills run through me as pulls out, his fingers digging hard into my hips as he repeats himself. My dick twitches as he possesses me, claiming this ruined and reborn man for himself. The whines in my throat turn to snarls.

Zane whimpers and lifts his head, his gray eyes boring into me. “I’m okay, Zane,” I say, remembering what Rose said about how much he’s learned. We all owe him for breaking through a wall to help her when she needed it most.

His nostrils flare and he rises from Colt’s side, moving toward me. Adrenaline spikes. I’m trapped between Colt’s legs and Kye’s embrace, so if he decides to go for my throat, I’d have trouble fending him off.

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