Page 114 of Harley & Her Ferals

I pause, but hold my tickling hands above him in warning.

Laurent blows away his hair, which has tangled over his face. “It was the crucial and unexpected chess move to be certain that your dad actually saw your daring. It would hit harder for him to witness you risking your life, rather than simply hearing about it.”

“How did you know that we’d be caught?”

“Sorry to pop your bubble, but the risk of us getting caught was extremely high. Also, increasing conflict between the Hades and Battles only works in our favor. Let them focus on theirrivalry and not our revolution, which is brewing underneath their noses.”

“You’re dangerous,” I say in admiration.

“I am, aren’t I?”

I kiss Laurent because he deserves punishment but also a reward.

Kissing him hard until his breath is stolen counts as both, right?

I straddle Laurent, keeping him in place by holding him tightly between my strong thighs.

I could crush this fragile, beauty of an Omega. But he’s trusting me to hold him secure.

I slide my hand to his throat, putting just enough pressure to warn him that I could truly steal his breath.

Beneath me, Laurent’s cock hardens in his trousers.

Laurent’s cool gray eyes are blown wide.

He moans into my kiss, raising his hands to grip onto my back.

I tighten my hand.

This Grandmaster…deadly…Omega may be Harbinger’s scent match but he’smysoulmate.

He can calculate, assess, and scheme.

I’m going to kiss him, however, until he’s enough of a mess to stop being able to think of even his name.

Suddenly, there’s a whistle from the doorway.

I break the kiss, glancing over my shoulder.

River is leaning in the doorway dressed in jeans and black t-shirt, watching Laurent and me with a heated gaze.

“Don’t stop on my account.” River pushes his curls out of his eyes, before gesturing at us. “Two Omegas in a snuggly nest kissing is my fantasy come true. Now, when it’s you two…”

He sighs, dreamily.

“Get in here,” Laurent commands. “Close the door behind you.”

River laughs. “I’m never going to get tired of you ordering me around, la mia rosa.”

“As it should be.” Laurent arches his brow.

I swing myself off Laurent. He stretches out next to me, pillowing his head on his hands.

I feather kisses on his neck, which my hands had just been circling. Laurent begins to lightly purr.

River closes the door behind him, bouncing into the room. He’s vibrating with excitement as he explores the suite.

He dives onto the couch and does a surprisingly accurate impression of Laurent in model pose. I stifle my laugh on Laurent’s shoulder.

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