Page 146 of Feral Alphas

Instead the killer-alpha-turned-heat-savior slides his tongue between his lips. “Kizz?”

My vision swims as I smile. “Of course, sweet boy.” I lift my arm and he presses into my side, waiting patiently as I turn his jaw to face me. He’s learned to kiss properly since the last time I saw him lick at Rose, and a thrill runs through me. I was sure Rose knew what she was doing, and here’s the evidence; Zane will learn to talk, and laugh, and eventually bloom into a masterpiece under Rose’s care. And mine.

I hold him tight against my side as Kye dominates me, stealing my senses. I drop my mouth around my master’s waiting cock to muffle my moans as the powerful orgasm rocks through my system and moments later Colt fills my mouth, his stomach jerking with each hit.

Thesweetest whimper startles me out of the lust-daze and I lift my eyes to find Rose on her elbows, gazing at us through her lashes as she pants. “More!” she demands, making me smile. Her eyes flit over my shoulder. “Again, Kye.”

He chuckles darkly. “Hear that, whipping boy?”

Rose’s scent floods the nest, so thick it’s like smoke in the air, and I swear as my alpha knob jumps. Colt tugs Rose as far over onto his lap as the handcuff will allow, then arranges her legs around me. I plunge my cock straight into her, feeling like I have years to make up for.

Disturbed by our movements, Uno looks up, then slowly belly crawls until his head is back on Rose’s chest, looking for all the world like he’s going back to sleep.

“Come here.” Colt chuckles and drags the scarred alpha up higher so he can lick at the bond wound, and suddenly we’re a tangled mess of alphas completely covering our omega.

And she loves it.

I drag on a pair of sweatpants before I stumble out of Rose’s room and my head clears in the fresh air once I’m out of the sultry nest. Someone moves around in the house, and even though I can smell Liam, I feel compelled to check for intruders.

“Liam?” I call sleepily as I scratch at my stomach.

“Yeah, in the kitchen,” he calls back.

My muscles ache after Kye’s energetic rut and I grin, thinking about how interesting the future’s going to be. I’ll never be wantingfor sex again. I round the corner into the kitchen and dining area and pull up short, staring.

All the pine sheeting we used to barricade up the broken entries has vanished, replace with brand new sliding doors, complete with the retailer’s stickers. The draft that ran through the house over the past few days is gone along with the makeshift repairs. Instead of a chill, thick tomato and cheese scents ride the warmer air, and my mouth waters.

“What’s all this?” I ask as Liam stands up, pulling the trash liner out of the container and knotting it tightly.

“Figured you guys could use a hand getting the house secured.” He throws me a lopsided grin. “You’ve got other things to worry about.”

I lift my damp, knotted hair off my neck to air it. “Thanks, man. Where’s the invoice for the doors?”

He gets a suspiciously blank look on his face, then shrugs. “Dunno, sorry. Must have got thrown out accidentally.” He hurries the trash bag out to the front door as I stare after him. The timer on the oven dings as he comes back and grabs my oven mitts to pull a steaming lasagna out. “It’s only a bought one. The real chef was busy.”

I snort. “You’re changing the subject.”

“Am I?” He smirks as he sets the foil tray down on the stovetop. “Where do you keep your plates? You fellows are going to need to eat.”

I pad into the kitchen and open the right cupboard, pulling out plates and forks.

“How are the ferals?” he asks as he scoops out a big serving, the cheese stretching as he drops it on my plate.

“Not killing anyone, amazingly.” I dig my fork through the soft lasagna sheets to let the steam out. “Zane’s even communicating.” I shake my head in awe as I load my fork up. And blow on the food. “Uno’s ignoring all of us except Colt, and he’s not letting go of Rose, but that’s a hell of an improvement on breaking ribs.”

Liam leans on his elbows to watch as I pop the lasagna in my mouth and groan in appreciation. Hospital food was bland as ballsack and I’ve been in with Rose all day today. “It’s good, Liam.”

He grins. “You’d probably say that about cardboard right now.”

After I’ve take the first razor edge off my hunger, I set the plate down. “Thanks, A.L.A. For everything. I’d hate to think what might have happened if you didn’t pick me up that night.”

He simply nods and rinses the serving spoon in the sink.

“About Colt—”

Liam holds up one hand. “Don’t worry about it. You guys concentrate on your omega. I’ve waited fifteen years, so I can wait as long as needed . . . if it’s even a possibility.”

The lopsided smile he flashes my way makes my heart clench. Liam’s a good-looking guy with a perfect body and respected career, so it’s a mystery why he’s remained a lone alpha all this time. “Why have you waited so long?”

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