Page 135 of Feral Alphas

“Um, hi?”

At the sound of my voice, Rose convulses and whimpers, calling me as her alpha.

“Everything’s fine, Kye,” Colt says with a husky voice. “Rose went into heat while she was alone, and Zane came to her rescue.”

I press a hand to my chest, feeling my heart thundering under the skin. “Fricking cheeseballs! I feared the worst when I saw that wall.”

“Me too. Come in slowly and no matter what happens, do not back down. He’s already accepted me as his pack master, now it’s your turn. Rose is having a superheat, and she needs us all.”

I toe my shoes off, quickly followed by my pants and jacket, then sidle my way around the room so I can wash up in the bathroom. Zane tracks my every movement as he thrusts lazily into Rose. It looks like they’re just finishing or starting another wave, because I’m sure they’d be frenzied the moment she gave that needy whine of hers.

Excitement over my first ever heat mingles with a touch of cool fear as I approach the nest, and Zane’s lips peel back with a snarl. At least I know he’d defend her with his life if need be. Hopefully it doesn’t cost me mine in the process.

“Best way to establish your dominance is to take over what he’s doing,” Colt murmurs.

I blink, my eyes dropping to the rhythmic slow pulse of the feral alpha’s cock sliding through Rose’s pussy. She looks so wet and so good.

“Keep eye contact and don’t flinch or back away,” Colt instructs, and I nod in reply.

Rose’s hand twitches in my direction and I tickle her fingers. “Hey,mi amor. How you doing?”

She gives me a sleepy smile and brushes damp hair out of her gorgeous green eyes. “Missing you.”

“Well, I’m here now, beautiful. We’ve got you, and you smell so good I’m salivating.”

She chuckles. “I could say the same for you, apple spice.”

Now that I know she’s fine, I turn my attention back to the alpha who’s aiming to kill me with his glare and might try with his fists and teeth at any given moment. Zane growls.

Colt runs a hand down Zane’s arm. “Alpha up, then gently push him aside. Rose and I will have your back.”

Easy to say for a guy who uses his alpha presence on a daily basis. I’m not as big as Colt or as muscled, and although I jog I’m a musician, not a fighter. Still, growling back comes easier than I expected, simply because that’s my omega he’s hovering over.

I lower myself under the woven roof of the nest, where there’s just enough height for us taller men to kneel up, and my scent flares thick with purpose. Zane hisses at me angrily, but I hold his gaze and lean in. His shoulders flex like he’s going to take a swing at me, but Colt rumbles and Rose tells him non and he freezes.

I stretch up to hold the hanging chains, trying to look bigger than him as I firmly tell him to sit down, which hopefully translates to back off in feral alpha speak.

Rose reaches for me, saying something about kissing and sex and my body sparks with lust as she pulls herself free of Zane and climbs into my lap, soft pants caressing my ear. She’s so hungry for me, her hips start rocking before I can even get inside her.

Zane whines in confusion as I take Rose in my arms, still staring him down. To my surprise, Colt calls him and the killer alpha sidles into the big man’s hands. “Put your hand on his throat,” Colt says after a moment, when he has him down on the mattress.

I lean around Rose and cup my fingers on Zane’s neck. The vibrations running through his throat tickle my palm.

I could never have imagined fucking an omega through a heat with my hand on a killer alpha’s throat. The exhilaration shocking through my system makes me hard as concrete and I thrust deep into Rose, teasing her with my knot.

“Kye, more!” she demands breathlessly, biting into my shoulder and snapping her hips with desperation. I had no idea she could be even more beautiful, but with her fragrant slick coating my thighs and that needy whine ringing in my ear, I lose my mind. As I work myself into her sweet pussy, I keep some of my weight on the growling killer alpha. Then Colt strokes his heaving sides while kissing his smooth cheek and something new and ferocious breaks open inside me. They’re so fricking glorious to look at.

Rose wants feral alphas, so feral alphas she will have—every single one of us. A wild roar spills out of me and I thrust hard into my cherished omega, giving her everything I have.

I black out, and when I come to, I’m still writhing my knot through Rose’s swollen pussy, both of us gasping for air and drenched with sweat. Colt holds my wrist, easing the pressure I’ve been putting on Zane’s throat for who knows how long. Rose purrs happily, looking more asleep than awake.

“What happened?” I ask groggily, lurching. I grab the roof of the nest for balance.

Colt gets a sexy, sly look on his face. “You ever been in rut before, Kye?”

“No.” My pheromones surge again, and I thrust into Rose again, barely moving with my knot locking us together, but feeling good and needy all at the same time. I can’t stop sliding my hips toward hers, like some external force compels me.

Zane’s tongue darts out to brush my arm and I spasm at the tender, damp touch.

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