Page 32 of Feral Alphas

“Fuck!” I moan, thumbing my engorged head before splashing more gel on my hand and stroking the whole quivering length. Using my own hand’s not as good as Colt’s, but between the visual images I’m conjuring and some rough attention to the Prince Albert piercing, it gets the job done.

I groan as cum spills into my hand, and then I slump into the corner join. Now that Colt knows what it’s like to have an omega, will he still put up with me? I think I’m a pretty good fuck, butI’ll always be second rate compared to one of them. That’s how it’s supposed to be.

I quickly wash my cock down, careful not to excite another round out of the beast, and flick the shower off. If it was only me, I’d towel dry my hair and hop into bed, but Colt’s fanatical about not going to bed with wet hair. Something his grandfather passed down to him, along with the house, and probably the only wisdom the old man had that Colt held onto.

I dig the blow dryer out from the bottom of the vanity cupboard, thinking I should get one of those stands that bolt into a wall to sit the dryer in. I get the same thought every time I dry my hair, but I never end up ordering one. There’s no money for extras.

I climb into bed, but I can’t sleep with the sheets empty. The softly glowing minutes tick over on the digital clock a few feet away as I toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable position. Then I hear the front door open and my heart leaps. I track the footsteps as they squeak across the floors to the kitchen where Colt always deposits his gun, and then they come down the hallway.

My pulse ticks loudly in my throat. He’s back sooner than I’d expect for breaking a heat.

The door sweeps open with a hushed whisper across the carpet, admitting a warm yellow glow from the hallway lights. The omega’s scent hits me the moment he steps inside, and I smile. He probably couldn’t bear to wash it off, and I can understand why. It’s fucking delicious.

“Luka?”

I sit up and flick the side lamp on. “I’m awake, Sir.”

He leans against the doorframe, one side of his mouth quirking as he takes me in.

“She smells amazing, Sir.”

He swipes his hand over his face. “Fuck! I should have washed up at the Center before coming home.”

“No.” I chuckle. “It’s natural you’d want to keep that scent.” I throw back the covers and fetch a plastic bag out of a drawer. “If you put your clothes in here, I can order a scent box to preserve it. You’ll need to order a new uniform from work, though.” I hesitate as I hold out the bag, realizing they’ll take the cost out of his wage and we’re already hemorrhaging money. Oh well, this is a special moment for him which deserves to be treasured. I can find some way to save the money.

Colt kicks off his shoes and lifts his shirt but spots me watching him. “You don’t have to do this, Luka.”

I smile to reassure him. “I’m an alpha too, remember. I think I know exactly how you feel right now. Don’t shower until you’re ready and get that scent all over our bed. It’s fucking delicious.” The fact the markings on Colt are so strong indicate a truly powerful heat from the omega.

He strides forward and presses his finger to my lips. “Such foul language coming from your pretty lips.” His brows lift in warning, and then he leans in and kisses me soundly. I can taste her on him, and to be honest it’s fucking exhilarating and my cock hardens at the sugary-sweet flavor.

Colt pulls back and finishes stripping, tenderly folding his clothes and putting them in the bag. I wish he wasn’t so ripped, because every flex of those muscles keeps the blood gushing into my cock.

“Did you drink your water today?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His gaze drops to the tent in my boxers. “And did you touch yourself?”

I hang my head. “I did.”

He hangs his belt over a chair and sets his polished black shoes in their place at the shelf in the base of his wardrobe. “How many times did you come?”

“Once. In the shower.”

“Hmm, well, I did make you wait a long time. We’ll say this time is my fault.” He swings back and pulls the band from my wrist, hooking my hair up into a ponytail in our silent pre-sex routine. When it’s bunched at the back of my head, he grabs me around my waist, nibbling on my ear as his hand drifts under my waistband. I hiss as the omega’s scent marking on him comes close to my nose.

“You don’t need to push yourself, if you’re tired,” I murmur, trying not to lick at that aphrodisiac scent rubbed into his skin.

“I feel like I’ve run a marathon, and yet I’m also buzzing,” he murmurs against my cheek.

I smirk. “Omegas have that effect.” My breath catches as he closes his hand around my shaft.

“Hmm. Sometimes I forget you have experience with omegas.”

“Yes, but not the right kind,” I murmur, thrusting shamelessly into his grip. “Damn, that scent is so good!”

He topples me backward onto the bed and strips my boxers. “Right? Imagine how much stronger it was for me!”

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