Page 155 of Feral Alphas

I grin and wrap my arms around his waist. “That’s the more important part.” I’m no longer shy about reaching for him when I want him.

He strokes my jaw. “Did you feel like killing anyone we saw on the way in, Luka?”

Trust Colt to always be direct. “No, I didn’t.”

“And how are you feeling about being up here?”

“Well, I’ve picked out where all the exits are, but I’m not stressing about what might be behind the air-conditioning housing.”

Colt’s body shakes with laughter. He turns me, one arm over my shoulders so we can see the view. “I came up here the night before I signed the rehabilitation papers for a half-dead criminal terrorizing the doctors on the fourth floor. Everyone told me I was an idiot for even considering it.”

I snort. “Yeah, an idiot, for sure.”

He chuckles and his happy alpha scent floods around us before the breeze steals it away. “I’m not real good with sweet words, Luka, but your life wasn’t the only one that changed that day. I was a bit of a wreck after all the things I saw in deployment. You gave me a purpose to hold onto.” He clears his throat. “I brought you out here tonight ‘cos I want to know if you’ll accept my bond. You should have been first, but things were a bit chaotic—”

I rip my shirt off in one smooth move and turn my shoulder to him. “Right here, Sir, over the bullet marks.”

He swears roughly. “Been thinking about this?” Colt strokes his fingertips over the scars a few inches above my heart.

“A lot.” I grin. “I never thought I was worthy to love you back, but this mad pack of ours taught me worthiness has nothing to do with it. There’s no going back, no going forward; only going deeper. And that’s all I want with you. And I don’t feel like I’m getting second place at all.”

Colt straightens and brushes his other thumb over the tattoo of Rose’s teeth march. “A matching pair,” he murmurs, voice husky.

Adrenaline floods through me as he drops his lips to the tattoo, and then switches to my other shoulder. “I love you, Luka Nesters.”

I grip him tight and then he bites down. I clench my teeth against the scream that threatens to tear through my throat. It fucking hurts, but only for an instant until something intangible locks into place in my soul. My brain fills up with unfamiliar sensations and I gasp. Colt’s strong grip stops me falling as my knees give out and he gently lowers me down to the ground, teeth still lodged in my skin.

Power rushes through my body as the essence of Colt himself dominates my mind. I writhe against him as an electric orgasm shocks through me, shaking every cell in its path. There’s a moment where I realize I could fight off the invasion, but for me, surrendering to Colt is simpler than breathing.

His alpha power settles over me in a heady blanket.

Colt shivers and he pulls back, sparking a fresh batch of sensations. “You took that so well, love.” His tongue passes over the wound, and I jerk with another blinding orgasm.

Fuck, that’s sensitive!

“I got you,” he whispers, holding me tight.

I cling to his neck, whimpering as a second and third presence lodge in my awareness, Colt anchoring Kye and Uno’s emotions as our pack master. Kye’s bubbles down the invisible line like soda, alittle flighty in the way I love, and echoing with the music stamped in his heart.

Uno’s vibrates like a constant low, angry hum, and even that I understand. I felt the same way for years too. The fact we share this dark sensation makes me think I’ll be uniquely placed to help him heal, and maybe soften that predatory, on-edge urge.

And one day Rose’s bond will join them.

Colt and I cling to each other in the dark, simply enjoying the unity, our soft pants mingling and my body spasming every time he licks my clavicle. Neither of us needs words to understand that the shit we’ve been through is powerless against the team we make.

When I feel like I can think sensibly again, I draw back. “What’s in the bag?”

“Beer, to celebrate.”

I grin. “And if I’d said no?”

“Then beer to commiserate,” he shoots back, humor lacing his tone.

My laughter ripples through the air. “Love you, Sir.”

He tightens his arm around me. “I know. Even if you made me wait so fucking long to hear you say it.” He drops a kiss in my hair, then moves to pull two cold bottles from the bag.

“Did you bring a bottle opener?”

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