Page 116 of Feral Alphas

“Try closing your fist around it.”

I swallow hard as I wrap my fingers around that stiff erection. “I don’t want to take advantage of him, Luka. He’s chained up.”

Luka laughs softly. “Sounds like you’re thirsty too.”

I throw him a warning look over my shoulder. “He’s my alpha as well, you know.”

Luka grins at me. “Don’t worry. There was a time I was in chains, and I would have given my right hand for a pretty girl to feel me up. Even animals have urges, and frankly he’s not that far off animal.”

I hesitate, wanting to do right by this man who tried to save me. “Kye, as an alpha, do you agree?”

“Yes,mi amor.” He grips the cell bars. “Just because he doesn’t speak doesn’t mean he can’t show what he wants. Plus, we’ve done much more right in front of him out on that dining table.”

I swallow down a chuckle.

“Try a few things and see how he reacts,” Luka coaxes.

I slide my hand up and down the blood-gorged shaft and listen as his breaths catch. Each flinch of his chest and quiver of his cock brings tears to my eyes as I consider that no one’s ever taken care of him or bothered to meet his needs before now.

I pause to see how he reacts, and he tilts his head, studying me. Then his hips move again by an inch, sliding into my hand and my heart settles.

“This is called sex, Zane,” I tell him as I start again. “It’s a bit like kissing.”

His tongue darts out, making me smile, and I contort around him to offer another kiss, adding a bit of my own tongue until we’re licking each other.

“Careful, Rose,” Luka warns softly. “It would be much easier for him to lose control or even attempt a mate bond when he’s stimulated.”

I nod and lean back, focusing on that slide of his cock through my hand as I pump his shaft. My other hand presses against his chest, feeling each subtle response of his breathing. “Was it like that for you?” I ask Luka without turning around.

He snorts. “Woman, didn’t you hear Kye holding me back in the car? I nearly lost my damn mind.”

I smirk, then focus entirely on Zane. Vibrations like purrs run through his chest under my hand, and his eyelids droop a little. My scent flares and it only takes another minute for him to clench and come all over my hand in thick white ropes, belly trembling with mini aftershocks. The knot at the base of his cock swells and I swear there’s a loving look in his eye. Or maybe it’s just glazed with lust.

“Good,” I croon, taking a moment to catch my own breath as I run my fingers gently over that thick knot. I’ll never stop marveling over this magnificent part of the alpha anatomy. “Sex.”

My core tingles as I rewash his cock and finish the rest of his sponge bath. Luka cleans the toilet, changes the bedding, and mops the floor as I replace the cotton and Velcro underwear.

“Good, Zane,” I croon as I carry the bucket out.

He snarls quietly as Luka undoes the shackles to release him, but he doesn’t try to bite or kick, and I breathe a sigh of relief. There’s hope that the man inside him is overtaking the animal a little more every day.

“Well done, team,” Luka says as he relocks the cell.

Kye gets a wicked look on his face. “Shall we do the other one now?”

“Noooo,” Luka cries with a grimace. “I do know my own limits. We’ll leave the killer until Colt gets home.”

Zane stalks to the front of the cell and I pat his fingers when he grips the bars. Best not to tell them the kennel bosses held Zane and Scar on equal footing when it came to fighting.

Across the hallway, Scar watches us from his cell, and I smile at him. I’ll fight for both of them now.

Chapter forty-four

Luka

“Popcorn’s ready,” I call as I bring out the bowls. Rose sits in the beanbag with her back to Zane’s cage, resting against the bars. The feral alpha still snarls at us, and fights me on wash day, but he’s absolutely smitten with Rose.

Something we have in common.

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