Page 46 of Feral Alphas

Which means there’s no room for me in his life anymore. I clench my teeth against the sick feeling threatening to erupt inside.

He gets the plate down from the sink. “Open up,” he says, holding a quarter piece of toast with cheese and sliced tomato on it. I lick his fingers as I eat, and he smiles at me fondly. His expression turns wicked after I finish the last piece and drink the OJ he brought as he reaches down between my legs.

“If you splash me, you’ll be punished. Understood?”

I freeze in place as he takes my semi-firm cock in hand and massages the length. “Yes, Sir.”

“Did you touch yourself today?”

“No, Sir.”

His brows jump. “Not even a stroke?”

“No, Sir.”

He smirks. “I’m impressed. I’ll give you a reward tomorrow since I’ll be home.” Both of those ideas send blood shooting to my groin, and I whimper. He tugs on my piercing, and I barely avoid levitating.

“Feel good?”

“So good!” I murmur, fighting down my impulses to thrash the water.

“I can’t even fathom the bravery it takes to get a hole cut in your penis,” he muses as he does it again, leaving me panting and gripping the bath rim like I want to choke it to death.

“Mostly insanity,” I quip, and he snorts.

“Works for me. And you, by the looks. You’re going to bruise the ceramic.” His words wash over me like the building euphoria as he dominates my dick, and I simply hang on for the ride. The water gushing around the piercing adds to the sensation.

“Are you close?” He whispers in my ears, sending shivers down my arms.

“So close, Sir,” I moan.

“Come for me, Luka.”

I tense and groan as hot waves shoot through me with sniper precision, rushing through my cock to spurt into the water in creamy trails.

“So fucking beautiful,” he croons. “I never get tired of seeing you come on command.”

I suck in my aftershocks as he releases me and removes his arm. I side-eye his shirt, but there’s not a splash on him.

He dries his hand then strokes my hair and leans in to kiss it. “Well done. You’re in perfect control. Get out when you’re ready.”

Once he moves away from the tub, my belly spasms with the suppressed mini orgasms and the water laps at the tub’s rim. I’m in control because he keeps me that way.

Colt takes a quick shower and I’m shocked to see the amount of bruising all over his body. Those cage fighters pushed his limits today, by the looks of things.

We’re both getting into bed when Colt’s phone rings and my heart leaps into my throat as he answers. Late-night calls usually mean a work call-in.

“Agent Nesters speaking.” He nods as he listens, then a line furrows between his eyes. “I’m sorry, but I’m not on the case. You’ll need to call the—” His breath catches. “Come again?”

His body jerks like he’s stuck his finger in a power socket. “Are you serious?” he asks, voice breaking as he jumps to his feet.

Fuck, it sounds like bad news.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Thanks for telling me.” He cuts off the call and turns to face me, pale as white bed sheets. “I matched with an omega.”

My heart misses a beat, and it takes all my willpower to not shiver. “That’s—that’s amazing, Colt!”

He jumps onto the bed and grabs my shoulders. “We have an omega to bring home, Luka!” He hugs me so tight my spine popsand I hug him back, because I’m over the moon he’s finally found one, and I’m sure it’s Rose.

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