Page 81 of Feral Alphas

“Yes.” His tongue darts out across my skin and my breath hitches. “Maybe you won’t need me anymore.”

“That won’t happen, Sir. Ever.”

He grins. “That puts this old man’s heart at ease.”

“If you were old, you wouldn’t be able to fuck me the way you do, Sir.”

He yanks me close with a frown, as I knew he would. “Such a dirty mouth.” He presses his lips to mine and then bites my lip hard enough to bleed.

I whimper as I tongue off the blood.

“Did that make you hard, Luka Nesters?”

“Fuck yes, Sir.”

He growls and pushes me against the table, sucking on my lips like they offend him and he has to get rid of them. His hand drifts down my sweatpants to brush against the tent.

“Take the band off your wrist and tie your own hair up, Luka.” He backs away, chest rising with heavy breaths. I tangle my hair together in a rough knot and track him as he moves to the fridge and pulls out a single beer.

He uncaps it against the edge of the sink, then takes a sip, undressing me with his eyes. I itch to tear all my clothes off in a hurry, but he hasn’t given the word yet. Colt gets a wild look in his eyes as he takes another sip and comes to me, dipping his cold hand under my hem to touch my ribs. “Off.”

I cross my arms and strip off the paint-splattered shirt, draping it over a chair. He circles the cold can around my nipples, and I hiss.

“Take off my belt, Luka.” I get his belt, then his pants and jocks off, the ache in my belly growing at the sight of his erection. “Kneel and open your mouth.” I watch, stunned, as he hovers the bottle above his cock, smirking at me. “Do you want some?” he murmurs.

“Yes, Sir!”

The bottle tilts and I duck my head under his cock and slurp at the liquid spilling over his cock. I think an omega coming to our pack is sending him to the naughty corner because his smirk deepens.

“Lap it all up, Luka.”

I glide my mouth onto his stiff rod and groan at the combined taste of hot cock and cold beer. Why is this not a pizza flavor? I suck hard, hands braced on my knees.

“So greedy for cock!” Colt says before taking another sip for himself.

“Only yours, Sir.”

“Silver tongue.”

I lick around his tip, and he groans and presses the back of my head to make me deepthroat him in. A moment later, he pulls on my horsetail and draws me off so he can pour more beer over his cock. It’s intoxicating in more than an alcoholic way. I bring him to the edge of orgasm before he pulls out with a hiss.

“Take your pants off, Luka, and bend over the table.”

I shiver with delicious lust as I obey.

“You ever used beer as lube?”

I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing. “Not on purpose, that I know of.” I rest my head on my arms as he nudges my legs wider apart.

“I wonder if you have any idea how glorious a sight your exposed ass is, Luka, with that monster cock hanging between your thighsand your ring glinting at me.” He massages the cold can around my cheeks and then down my length, making me go rigid with the cold. I hear the slurp of beer and then flinch as it dribbles down between my cheeks. He was fucking serious!

His finger pries into me, working the cold liquid through my pucker. The wrongness of it makes me groan and thrust back onto his hand. “Yes, Luka, suck me in like the greedy alpha you are.”

Colt sets the beer bottle down on the table by my hip and runs his other hand down my cock, spreading more beer. Cleanup is going to be horrendous after this, but who fucking cares when it feels so damn good?

“You think Rose is going to let us shank all over this table?” I ask, my voice catching as he starts stroking me properly. He does each slide in a way that ends with his thumb grazing my Prince Albert with unbearably delicious friction.

“Maybe she’ll join in, and you’ll fuck this big boy cock into her sweet pussy while I do this.” He slides two fingers back into my hole.

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