Page 153 of Feral Alphas

“And what about this, Liam? Are you going to give me this virgin pucker for me to destroy?”

A shiver runs through him. “I’m thinking about it.”

He’s such a fucking tease! I grab some lube from the bedside table and pour it over my hands before planting myself between his knees. I work one slick hand around his hip and under his ass and kiss him until we can’t breathe.

“Don’t think, Liam.”

He moans and clutches my shoulder as I work my finger up inside his hole. Tingles run down my spine at the jagged breaths working through his throat right beside my ear.

Liam gasps again as I get a second finger inside. “You know, for such a powerful alpha, I thought you’d be more ferocious in bed.”

What the fuck is he saying?

I snarl and jerk back, hauling him off the table and throwing him on the bed. Luka laughs and gets out of the way. “Be careful what you ask for,” I warn darkly, my alpha scent flaring thickly.

Liam smirks again and sits up, watching me like a predator.

“You going to fight me all the way?” I ask, running a lubed hand over my buzzing cock. I’m wound tighter than a striking cobra in the sun.

“Damn right I am,” Liam says, traces of alpha speak in his voice.

A smile drags on my lips as I shove him down hard. “Good,” I murmur in his ear.

“Fuck!” Liam swears as I suck one nipple into my mouth. He tries to grab my hair but it’s too short to get a grip on. His alpha scent floods the room, sharp as whiskey and twice as intoxicating. We’re a mad tangle of limbs and rough touches and straining muscles, but Liam’s awoken the beast in me and now I’ll take what I want.

And give him what he desires.

The bed creaks and the sheets shred as we roll over and wrestle, alpha growls filling the room. We steal filthy kisses and mingle our burning breaths.

Then I lever Liam down onto his back. “Breathe in,” I growl out, locking his legs up over my arms and pinning him with my bodyweight. He grows still. I slide my oiled cock through his cheeks twice before catching in his pucker and pushing inside. Fuck he’s tight and I moan as I sink through the rings. He swears softly.

Once I’m seated, I lean on his legs and gaze down into his blue eyes while I thrust slowly through him.

“How many months in fourteen years?” I ask, breathless.

Liam looks at me blankly, but Luka answers. “One-hundred and sixty-eight, Sir.”

I nod. When I glance at him, he’s happily fisting his own cock, leaning against the wall watching us. He gives me a lazy-lidded grin which tells me he’s enjoying the view.

“One-sixty-eight sounds good. One for each month you gave me absolute grief. Reckon you can handle me, Liam?” I grin down at him and thrust deep. “One.”

“Colt, oh shit, no.”

I thrust again. “Two.”

“Colt, fuck, I’m like ready to jack my load already!”

Well that fires me up even more. I’m the king of edging in this house and I plan to push this irreverent agent to the limit and give him a first time he’ll never forget. “Three.” I change my grip so I can reach his mouth to silence the moans, and instead his babbling runs straight down my throat and into my groin.

I ruin Agent Liam like he has me for my entire OCB career, and then some.

And the revenge is so fucking sweet I feel my withered old heart breaking open. This man always watched me—well, now I’m watching him, and I like what I see. A man who rescued Luka, who came to our aide over and over, who wasn’t too proud to apologize, but can outshoot me in the firing range.

“Colt,” he whines, writhing with desperation.

“Yeah, Liam. I see you.”

Tears leak from his eyes as he comes apart willingly, cum bursting from his cock and mine. Gasping, I fall against his chest. Liam wraps one arm around me and we pulse together, our heartbeats and shattered breaths syncing.

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