Page 31 of Feral Alphas

“More!” I demand between pants.

His hips slide over mine and I whimper. He seems to like that sound because he does it again, dropping his mouth to kiss my shoulder. I cradle his head and coil into him, rubbing that addictive citrus scent all over my chest. Every thrust of his cock inside me tells me all the dreaming and fantasizing wasn’t in vain.

I’m an omega and my alpha is here to fulfil me.

In the end, all I can do is hang on as he dominates my body, taming the raging hurricanes inside into submission until I’m trembling and screaming his name. Euphoria rises and crashes through me, flooding our legs, and still I cling to him with a strength I didn’t know I possessed.

“Do you have more to give me?” I ask with a low moan.

He strokes my arms. “I do, precious. You’re ready for my knot now.”

“Yes! Yes,” I whine, rolling to present my ass in complete submission.

His fingers dig into the base of my braid. “Here we go, beautiful. Hold steady.” But he does the holding, keeping my shuddering body upright with one arm under my belly as his cock nudges back into me and sinks deeper.

I whine as it burns, stretching the skin of my opening. He eases off and I sob needy tears while nuzzling into his other hand. “Don’t stop!”

“You’re doing great, Rose. Be patient a little longer, please.”

I can’t help obeying that authoritative voice.

He nudges in again and I feel my body give as all of him slips inside. The moment he’s in, his knot swells, filling every gap in body and psyche. I gasp as instant peace floods through me, like nothing I’ve ever experienced, followed by a powerful orgasm that shatters me into pieces. My body trembles against it and I dimly hear Colt’s triumphant roar released with a true alpha presence that shakes the walls.

We collapse together on the bed among the handful of cushions that now carry his scent and I finally relax, the throbbing intensity within burning down to a faint simmer.

He rolls us onto our sides, his thick knot locking us together.

“Thank you,” I murmur drowsily.

His arms tighten around my waist. “No, thank you, Rose. It’s my honor.”

I sag into his strong grip, dozing in the safety of his scent. People speak around me, and I hiss as something pricks at my upper arm, but he murmurs my name and I snuggle back into his chest. I drift off, surrounded by oranges.

Chapter thirteen

Luka

The mechanical vibration of the vacuum cleaner runs up my arm, mirroring the jitters flocking in my stomach. I’ve vacuumed twice today, and I even went so far as cleaning out the window grooves.

I put the vacuum away in the laundry, check the kitchen is sparkling clean, and finally admit to myself I’m freaking out.

The elastic band on my wrist snaps as I slide my finger through it over and over. The kitchen clock says it’s 10pm and my empty water bottle sits on the counter mocking me.

Colt’s never been with an omega before. It could take days to break her heat so he might not even make it home tonight, but I better obey his instructions, just in case. I head for the shower and strip off.

My cock’s been rock hard since I hung up his late-afternoon call, when he rang to breathlessly ask my permission. It was bad enough knowing he was going on a raid today—not that he told me because that would be a violation of the Bureau’s code, but I can always tell by the single-minded focus he gets.

I hate raid days. I hate Colt being in danger, especially without me to watch his back. I used to be good at that.

I lather our melon shower gel all over, but the minute I rub it over my cock, I cave. Out there my man is experiencing his first ever intimacy with an omega, thrusting that long tool of his into her weeping pussy. And his knot will swell in anticipation until she’s come a few times and is supple enough for him to wedge it home.

A groan slips between my teeth as I lean one hand against the tiles and run my fingers down my length to touch the ring slicing through my urethra, sparking a fresh batch of lustful sensation. That’s the whole reason I got this piercing, to help me with my sex problem.

The days of fucking omegas senseless back in the club crashes over me along with the hot water slicking my stringy blond hair. Omega sex is the best sex in the world.

Sure, any sex in a committed relationship is great, and I only have praises to sing for Colt’s and my physical connection, but there’s too much nature and instinct with an omega to deny that it’s the peak.

Especially when she’s in heat, because that neediness, scent, and the slicking everywhere gets under your skin. My oath, all that slick will undo a man even before the orgy begins. It’s probably in Colt’s favor right now that his stamina is top notch after all the sex I need to keep this overeager cock in line.

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