Page 11 of Harley & Her Ferals

By the satisfied look and relaxed slope of Feral’s shoulders, so did he.

He shoots me a smug look, as he finally releases my mouth. He licks over the imprint of his teeth on my lower lip.

Then he tilts his head with a sinful look that I know meanswatch this, removes his hand from my shorts and licks clean my slick like it’s nectar.

I shiver.

Fuck, I could come again simply from watching that.

Feral looks pleased with my reaction.

“Shall I…?” I start to reach toward Feral’s shorts. “I want to make you feel good too.”

We’ve been each other’s firsts, including innocent kisses and now, our explorations of each other’s bodies.

We’re still virgins, however, and neither of us have experienced natural heats or ruts.

Feral’s knot is oversensitive to touch because of his suffering through too many ruts alone.

Feral shakes his head, flinching away.

I lower my hand. “The offer’s there, okay? But we can take this slow at your speed. You see how incredible it is for me. I know that we can discover things, which feel amazing for you like the hair pulling. But we’ll only ever do things that you want and meet your needs. Do you trust me?”

Feral’s gaze becomes dangerous. “Do you t-trust me?”

He leans closer to me, tightening his hold on my wrists.

“You are a scary, feral Alpha,” I reply. “But then, I’m a rebellious, bad Omega.”

I no longer flinch at being called abad Omega.

As a kid, I’d sob for hours alone in my bedroom, when Dad would casually call me that over breakfast, while patting my younger sister on the cheek and praising her as agoodOmega.

I never could work out what I was doing wrong.

No matter how much I obeyed him or how hard I worked, it never made a difference.

Fuck him.

If you claim a label as your own, it can’t hurt you.

Much.

Feral snarls, looking as deadly as he does when he rips his enemies apart.

He looks like a real Devil Alpha.

Beautiful, deadly, andmine.

I stare up at him in awe.

Unexpectedly, there’s a shrill scream from the doorway, along with the revolting scent of burned sugar. “How dare you attack the daughter of the Head Alpha?”Shit, my sister is here.“This is why psychopaths like you need to be controlled. I’ll teach you what happens to low status Alphas who forget their place.”

CHAPTER TWO

Attic, Battle House, The Alpha Underworld

Feral’s growl deepens to something so primal that it makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

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