Page 70 of Feral Alphas

Shit, moment of truth. “Yes, Sir.”

“Okay, way too much information,” Kye says, throwing up his hands and stalking past us.

“Eyes up,” Colt instructs, and we share a smirk as I obey. “He seems a little flighty,” my master says, his chest pulsing with a laugh. Then he grows serious. “How are you feeling about our relationship in front of him? Do you want to change anything? You could wear underwear to greet me.”

I snort to myself. The stiff cock dangling between my knees is one of the things Colt looks at the most as he changes gears from work to home every evening. “I’m fine with the way things are. It’s kind of fun to see him stirred up.”

Colt laughs.

“We might have to reassess once the omega is here,” I add.

He nods. “Noted. Now come with me.” After taking my hand, he leads me to the bedroom, where he kicks off his shoes and leans up against the headboard. “Come, sit.”

I straddle his lap and after tying up my hair, Colt presses my face into his chest where her scent is rubbed all over him. I groan andswear which earns me a swift nip from his teeth on my lips when he brings my face down to his level.

“Now, tell me why you touched yourself today?”

I can’t tell him the truth, not with subscribers who’ve already signed up with me for the month. The funny thing is, between the hot memories of the day and that intoxicating scent on his shirt, my hips are already grinding into him, looking for friction. I’m a greedy bastard.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

He laughs. “Are you getting this crazed because we have an omega coming?”

“Her scent is so delicious,” I whine, lifting his shirt up off his thick, muscled stomach to dive my nose into the fabric. It’s half-truths, because I do feel like rutting every time I smell the traces of her.

Colt’s hand dives into my roots and he cradles the side of my face. “Shit, Luka. So worked up over just her scent; you’re gonna end up keeping her in bed all day when she gets here.”

Now there’s an idea to test a man’s sanity. A whine slips through my teeth, and I shift positions so I can grind his leg more firmly. “Permission to touch, Sir?”

“Yes.”

I undo his buttons one by one and run my thumbs over his peaked nipples.

“Truth is, I’m as randy as you are after having her in my arms all day,” he says with a soft groan, reaching for my hips to really grind me deep into his thigh. “I showed her your photo, and she loved it. She was wriggling with happiness, Luka.” His erection presses against his casual pants.

I arch so I can reach his belt, and as I tug it loose I take one of his nips between my lips.

He groans. “Fuck, Luka! Harder.”

I bite softly and he claps my head tight against his chest.

“Actually, keeping Rose in her room all day isn’t a bad idea. Better than her running around the house. She matched with two of them, Luka, and you want to take a guess at who the second one is?”

I draw back. Since he’s making me guess and there’s only one he’s specifically talked about, my stomach drops. “The one who went for Felina?”

“Bingo.” He sighs, and then takes my cock in hand. I rut into him, bracing on his shoulders.

“Luka, my love, I’m going to need your strength to handle them and keep our omega safe while I’m away from home. Do you think you can release some alpha aggression if required?”

I stare down into his hazel eyes and stroke one hand across his square jaw. “For you, I can do anything. And for her.”

He pulls me close, and we sate our needs surrounded by our future omega’s sweet perfume.

Chapter twenty-seven

Liam

Colt Nesters should be here for this raid. But he’s not, because I mouthed off again. I wanted to talk to him and try and sort this situation out before we left town, but no one answered the door when I swung by.

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