Page 85 of Feral Alphas

I tilt my head, analyzing the subtle cues between them. Luka levels out with every touch and word from Colt, and I kinda know that feeling. Colt’s alpha power lurks quite deep behind a stern and quiet persona that calmed me from the first contact. I take Colt’s hand in gratitude, thinking about all that brought me to this moment.

“Through here is the kitchen and dining,” Luka says, leading us into the next room. A wood-topped kitchen island separates the room, with the kitchen on one side and a large dining table on the other. The glass sliding door opens out onto a long porch which faces a backyard with more cut grass, a single tree, and high fences.

I gasp as I catch sight of the bars to my left. There’s a small cell set up here, ready for one of my feral alphas, complete with a narrow cot bed and low-profile toilet with a tiny handbasin over the top.

“Just one?” I ask, my heart squeezing.

“We’re still building the other one, love,” Colt says, pointing to the corner of the hallway a few feet away where a wall is missing.

“That’s Colt’s office, but it needs more building work than this room.”

I step through to see the office desk. The cut in the carpet indicates the cell will take up half this room, and I press a hand to my chest. Colt’s giving up so much of his space to house my second feral.

“Thank you, Colt,” I breathe out, turning in the room. His wide wooden desk with scrolled legs makes me think of the president sitting in his big authoritative office to give televised speeches. There’ll be barely room for a pot plant in here once the dividing wall goes up.

“It’s no problem,” Colt says, dropping a kiss on my head. Next we see a living area which boasts a set of couches and a TV, as well as a couple of beanbags sitting on the faded corded cream rug.

“Down the hall is Kye’s room and a bathroom, but he might want to show you that himself. He’s at an appointment right now and he was really bummed about not being here when you came home. Come down the other side.” Luka leads me to the hallway running past the kitchen, following the trail of sweet petals. He starts at the far end, showing me a master bedroom which smells strongly of Colt.

I brush against his body as I lean past him to look into the room, and my heart leaps into my throat. Tingles run through my stomach as I think about climbing into that citrus scented bed and licking these two men all over. But I don’t want to seem too eager.

Leslie said that how each pack approached sex was up to them, but that if I want sex I should ask, and if I didn’t want it, I should say no. But what if they think I’m too forward if I put it out there? Luka did say he liked my honesty. I steal another glance at him as he continues the tour.

“The bathroom opens into our room and yours. I hope that’s okay. You can lock the doors when you’re in there if you want.” He pauses in front of another door and checks to make sure he has my attention. “And this is your room.”

He swings open the door across the path of petals and something inside of me that I didn’t know existed clicks into place. This is my room. My haven. Made just for me.

Instead of a bed, there’s a giant egg-shaped kind of structure with a flat round base and curved walls and hood made out of rattan or wicker. Gauzy fabric curtains float down around the open sidesand fairy lights run through the holes and up the chains anchoring it to the roof. Cushions and blankets in a variety of pink hues cover the mattress, calling for me. A skylight above brings natural light twinkling down into the room, revealing a heavy antique chest of drawers, a tall mirror on a stand, the doorway to the shared bathroom, and an ottoman.

Beautiful ink and watercolor prints hinting at the form of a glamorous woman hang on the white walls, carefree slashes of glittering gold adding a nice touch to the pink, magenta and black hues.

Luka looks around. “Kye added the skylight and did the color scheme. We hope you love it.”

I can’t even force words through my stunned lips.

“And the nest swings,” Colt says eagerly, coming in to give it a push. “But you can lock it in place any time at the back.” He demonstrates a special lock on the wall that looks kind of like a giant door hook.

I can’t resist the call of my nest any longer, and I kick my shoes off and dive in. Both Colt and Kye’s scents are here on the cushions, and I moan at the delicious combination, like someone served spiced apple tea cake with a rum glaze and a slice of dried orange on top. I bury my face in the cushions, my pussy throbbing with need.

“Do you like it?” Luka asks, hesitation showing in his voice.

“So, so much,” I say, voice muffled. “I can’t even say how much.”

“Phew,” he says with a chuckle.

Colt smiles and runs a hand through his hair. “Do you want some quiet time or anything? We can leave you to settle in if you like.”

“No!” I sit up, staring at them both. Colt is the biggest of the two men, broad and thick all over. Luka looks almost delicate beside him,but his cock is still raised in my direction with primal need. What I want most is both of them crawling in with me, but I don’t know how to ask.

Luka comes and kneels beside the nest. “You don’t need to be shy with us, little omega. Whatever’s on your mind, tell us, and we’ll do our best to make it happen.”

The way he calls me little omega makes me feel delicate, which I’m not, after being around pretty little omegas for the past month. I’m nearly as tall as Luka himself but considering the raw strength of the men I’ve matched with, maybe I’m perfectly suited here.

“I want something, but I’m afraid to ask.” I lick at my dry mouth.

“Then don’t you think now’s a good time to practice asking? Think of it as a training exercise in opening communication as a family. Nothing you say will ever make us think less of you.”

Family.

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