Page 106 of Feral Alphas

“Luka, behave yourself and bring the lube here,” Colt orders, pushing his empty breakfast bowl away and patting his lap. He’s slid his pajama bottoms down past his hips, revealing his jutting erection, and I whimper and press Kye’s head into my chest.

“Do you think being teased is funny?” Colt asks, sounding severe as he oils his cock.

“No, Sir.”

Kye whispers another French phrase as he nuzzles my nipples and I cry out, unable to drag my eyes from Colt as he lowers Luka’s ass onto his lap, giving him the tip as well. Then he lifts him, denying Luka the full cock. I writhe myself the next inch onto Kye, a powerful, shuddering desire seizing me as I brace one foot on the chair and thrust. I’m rewarded with a gasp from all three of them.

“Rose, put your arms behind you and lean on the table,” Colt orders.

My pajama top slips down my shoulders to pool on the blanket as I obey, still thrusting against Kye and quivering as Colt edges his lover. Luka whimpers with me, and Kye alternates between watching them and me as he matches his thrusts to mine.

Colt finally lets Luka sink all the way down on his cock and the man comes in jerky spurts with a low growl, his eyes never leaving mine. It would be impossible to see that and not come and I cry out as I gush all over Kye.

I press hard against Kye, his pants blushing my heaving belly, and his knot rubs at my pussy lips, so close, but not close enough. Colt bends Luka forward on the table and thrusts into him in deep, intentional spikes.

“I love you,” Kye murmurs between kisses around my navel. I clutch at his head and that needy omega whine slips through my throat.

“Our omega’s asking for your fat knot, pretty boy,” Colt says. “Give it to her.”

Colt has a way with words that makes a person go wild inside, and it seems Kye isn’t immune because he shoves me down on the table, leaps up to kneel over me and lifts my hips, snarling as he thrusts in deep. The knot presses, not quite all the way in and I whine and grab his wrists, trying to thrust into him or bite or ask with my hands, I’m not sure which. When my head drops back onto the table, I look for Colt and Luka, but they’re out of sight.

As if reading my mind, Colt moves Luka around the table, his head close enough for me to grab. Our lips meet as Kye slams his knot inside me and I groan and arch, coming again immediately as that swell fills me to overflowing. He rocks gently, pressing his thick knot to massage my needy insides. The combined scents of my alphas flow around me, all three of my scent matches, plus Luka’s tropical melon scent, mingling together, and adrenaline explodes through my chest.

“Kye!” I cry, looping one arm around Luka’s neck and hanging on as a freight train of lust roars through my body. Colt leans over to cradle my head, and Luka’s heavy pants dive straight into my ear.

I shatter, sobbing and writhing like a wild thing as the three of them bind me in place and carry me through the hurricane of desire. I come and come, slick flowing around my thighs despite the knot, Luka equally broken beside me. Kye roars and pulses, hot and sensitive inside, his smooth body shuddering over me.

Colt groans quietly into Luka’s back and the four of us drop against the table, gasping and holding tight.

“Frick! Colt’s right. I’ll never be able to eat here without remembering that.” Kye drops his head to my belly as we all chuckle, agreeing. I’m gathering a nice little mental album of snapshots on this table, but that was something new.

It was the first time the four of us had sex together—five if you count the dark alpha at the bars twelve feet away. Zane’s tongue darts out across his lips, making me think he definitely believes he counts.

Chapter thirty-nine

Rose

“Hey, Rose, come with me. I got something for you.” Kye beckons me, and I take his hand. The house is quiet with Luka and Colt out at the mysterious ‘Vinnys’ and with neither of them telling me what the word means, I feel a little uneasy. If Kye knows, he’s not letting on either.

Alphas are entitled to their lives outside of me, I guess, but I can’t help thinking it’s a special club. Like, for gentlemen or something. I don’t know how I feel about my alphas watching strippers cavort on poles while they drink heavy spirits. But I’m new in their lives, so do I even have the right to feel jealous?

“Close your eyes,” Kye orders, and I drag my attention back to my alpha who is present. He gently tugs me into the living room and guides me around the furniture. “Okay, ta-da!”

In the corner of the room sits an easel with a blank canvas, bordered by a little stool and a side table filled with paints and brushes. My breath vacates my chest all at once. “Oh, Kye!”

“I don’t know exactly what you like, but my sister is an artist, and I checked with her so I think I’ve got the basics. The easel isn’t new though.” He grimaces, but I throw myself around his neck and hug him tight.

“Thank you so much! I love it!” As if getting a pack wasn’t enough, I also have the most thoughtful men in existence. I run on my tiptoes in excitement before plonking down onto the stool. “Can I use it now?”

He chuckles. “Of course. Any time you want.”

“Is it okay for me to paint above carpet, though? What if I drop some?”

Kye groans. “Mi amor, this orange mess hardly qualifies as carpet. Please spill paint on it, so we have an excuse to tear it out.”

“Alright.” I giggle as I dig through the supplies, finding a book of disposable paper palettes, acrylics in a range of colors and a variety of brushes. “Wanna play your cello while I break these in?” I murmur.

His eyes light up. “Sure!”

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