Page 33 of Feral Alphas

I feel like I’m losing my mind as I writhe into his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin.

“We were sweeping the building, making arrests left right and center, and as I get to the front row, this force catapults at me and latches to my chest. For a split instant I thought I was dead becauseshe caught me off guard. And then this thick cloud of scent hits me, and it was like the center of gravity changed.”

I moan and hump into his stomach as he lays over me, closing my arms around his shoulders. Something about his description doesn’t sound right, but I file it away for later. Right now, I need to jerk the fuck off before this scent tears my sanity apart. I pant with need.

Colt’s nostrils twitch. “Wow, you’ve haven’t released your alpha scent in years, Luka.”

Immediately I freeze and clamp down on my control with a shudder. “Sorry, Sir!” Fuck, how could I be so careless? If I start slipping, there’s no telling where my lack of control could end.

He grips my hair by the roots. “Don’t apologize. It’s perfectly natural, I’m simply surprised because it’s been so long. Is it because of her scent?”

I don’t want to answer so I look away, but he tilts my head back. “Answer me,” he says, a touch of alpha command in his voice.

“Yes.”

He smiles. “Good. I was worried you’d hate it. Hate that I helped her.”

I dig my fingers into his shoulder blades. “Of course not. That’s your job.”

His face shutters. “You’re right. Just a job.” Somehow it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself and my heart aches for him.

Living without an omega after an experience like this might be harder than not knowing, but maybe that means he’ll still need me. We can get some haze if we really need help. Afterall, no omega has scent matched with him in all these years.

“What happened then?”

He toys with my piercing, and my breath hitches. “She asked me to help her, and she wouldn’t let go. I had to carry her all the way to the Omega Center. In the wagon, she started writhing over my cock, and I tell you, Luka, I came right there in my pants. I told myself you’d laugh at me.”

I whimper against his scratchy, bearded cheek. “I’m not laughing.” He was thinking of me while he held an omega? Fucking blood on knives! I anchor one arm around his neck. “May I touch you, Sir?”

He smiles. “Permission granted.”

I roll us on our side and grasp his long cock and hold the hood, my heart leaping as I feel traces of his night still there. “This right here, soaked because she writhed over you?”

He groans and precum drenches my own tip.

I kiss the hollow at the base of his throat. “Tell me what she looked like.”

“Blond, five-six or five-seven, mid-twenties. This gorgeous heart-shaped face with a tiny mouth and dreamy pale green eyes.” He grips my ass with both hands. “Cheeks spilling out past my hands.” Which means bigger than my bony rear end. “I didn’t think I was a boob man, but damn!” Colt groans and thrusts into my hand. “And Luka, the slick! There was handfuls of it!”

“She sounds perfect.” I squeeze his cock lightly, my mind alive with images as he tells me everything. A sudden desire to taste more burns through me and I crawl down his body.

A rough edge laces his voice as he grabs for me. “If you’re doing what I think you’re doing, then I want your ass up here.”

An excited growl slips through me as he drags my legs across his head, and we shuffle into position. I lick his cock like a lollipop andfuck if I can’t taste the slick he’s talking about, like traces of caramel sauce. Colt does the same to me, and it feels so damn good. We grind into each other’s mouths like animals, and his fingers massage through my ass as I take him deep in my throat.

Colt pants, dropping his head back onto the pillow between my legs. “Fuck, Luka! Are you cleaning me? You dirty man!” He groans. “Don’t stop!”

I hear the drawer slide open and a moment later he has his lubed thumb in my ass, and suddenly we’re growling and shaking and thrashing like our lives depend on coming down each other’s throats. He hisses when I accidentally lean on his knee and I switch my handhold, bobbing my head actively to give him the best sensation.

And all the while that stunning omega scent is addling our brains. If I’m losing my shit from a trace, then the real deal must be a fucking drug. I’ll totally be stealing some sniffs of those clothes when he’s at work.

And then I’m coming and nothing else matters except that electric rush as my body narrows to a single flaming need.

Later, when we lie together in a tangled mess of sheets, drifting off, he murmurs in my ear, “I think I fucked up, Luka.”

“Hm?”

“You know, I never could picture how an omega would fit into our odd-ball pack, but now it all makes sense. I feel like I need her here, locked between our arms forever. Like maybe I should have dug my teeth into her when I had the chance.” His hair rustles against the pillow as he turns over. “Fuck, don’t ever repeat that, I could lose my job.”

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