Page 152 of Feral Alphas

I grin and point to the desk. “Sit down, Agent Liam.” He swivels the office chair and drops into it quickly, shifting his legs to hide his arousal.

I press on my sub’s shoulders to turn him around. “On your knees, Luka.” He obeys immediately as I drop my trousers. Both men watch me intently as I palm my cock. A reckless wildness runs through me, fueled by the mist of scents in the air, the lust flowing through Kye and Uno’s bonds, and the realization that the stunning Liam Andrews wants me. Me and Luka.

My cock slides into his waiting mouth and a hot thrill runs through my stomach. I grip Luka’s jaw and rock forward, enjoyingthe silky slide over his wet tongue and the pressure when I hit the back of his throat—and the awed look in Liam’s eyes.

Luka’s cock jerks as I thrust into his mouth, blocking his airway. He gags, but I grip the back of his head to hold him in place. “Need air, love?” I tease without pulling away. Luka wraps his hands around my calves as the flexing in the back of his throat massages my cock head. I groan and pull back.

Luka gasps for air, a sweet siren-call of lust that makes my blood run hot.

“More?” I ask.

“Yes, Sir.”

As I thrust roughly in, I meet Liam’s gaze. If he wants any part of us, he has to know this is who we are: depraved, filthy, and ready to die for each other. He doesn’t look away.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I groan out as I use Luka’s mouth. He swallows on my tip, testing my ability to hold my orgasm back and I chuckle. Liam moves his arm across his crotch, trying to hide the fact he’s touching himself.

With these two overly handsome men in the room looking at me like I’m special, it’s too much. I lock my fingers around Luka’s ponytail and thrust in balls-deep to spill cum down his throat with a deep moan.

Luka spasms around me, choking and shuddering.

“Come for me, Luka,” I order, and it’s like his need for me is greater than his need to breathe because his fingers dig into my skin and his cock jettisons against my leg in instant obedience.

“Well done,” I murmur, releasing him and stroking his gasping cheeks gently.

I give myself a quick wipe down then tell him to kneel on the bed. Sex-drunk and having Luka at my back gives me the courage to approach Liam. He stands as I walk over, but I box him in by leaning both hands on the desk behind him.

“Like what you saw?” I ask huskily.

“Fuck, yes,” he replies, blue eyes sheened with need.

“Do I need to court you, Agent Liam?”

He grins and rests one hand on my chest. “Haven’t we been doing our own kind of foreplay for fifteen years?”

I bark out a surprised laugh and he smirks at me.

“I suppose we have.” I lean in and press my mouth to his. A puff of his hot breath hits my lips and then we clash together in a mess of tongues and teeth, Liam not holding back any of his pent-up feelings. My stomach pulses with heat as he sucks my lower lip between his teeth. Infuriating bastard. I push into his body until his ass lands on the desk. He’s slightly lower than me in this position but not giving way.

“You been with a man before, Liam?” I ask against his panting mouth.

“Yeah.”

Another dirty kiss where I press my teeth into his lip. “And what position do you take.”

“Top,” he answers, like I knew he would.

I wind my hand around his neck and suck on his ear. “Always?”

“Yeah.” His body quivers with desire like a taut bow string. “And I’m clean, I promise. Been awhile.”

I run my hands down his uniform shirt and flick the buttons undone one by one while our lips rut together a dozen more times. “So you gonna let me have this?” He jerks as I flick his hard nipples.Fuck this man works out; he’s ripped like an Olympic gymnast. I run my hand down his washboard abs to touch each one, and he gets goosebumps as I tug on his belt. “What about this?” In a few deft movements I have his trousers and boxer shorts on the floor and Agent Liam Nesters whimpers as I brush across his erection. Shit, he’s so hard as I wrap my hand around his cock.

“You think I’m that easy?” he pants out with a smirk.

I cup my hand around his jaw. “Why is it I always want to shut this damn mouth so bad?”

He smirks knowingly and I kiss that playboy smile right off his lips while I fist his cock. When he loosens up, groaning and melting into my touch, I drag my cheek across his, marking him with my alpha scent before I run a hand over his balls and through his thighs.

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