Page 117 of Harley & Her Ferals

When I run my hands up and down River’s inner thighs over his jeans, he trembles.

“Remember how you told me, Harley, that we could show our love through our actions…?” Laurent arches his brow fiendishly at River. “Why don’t we prove to our Beta now that we’ve caught him, how much he’s loved?”

River’s breath stutters.

He gazes adoringly at Laurent. “Why does that sound like a threat?”

“It’s a promise of worship.” Laurent kisses River, and this time, he’s more confident. “Because in bed with me, or any pack that I belong to, you will always be equal.”

My heart breaks at how happy River looks.

Then he sighs dramatically. “Well, I suppose I shall just have to lazily lie here and be worshiped then.”

“Tough life, huh?” I unzip River’s jeans with deliberate slowness.

He swallows. “Not really.”

Laurent cards his fingers through River’s hair. “It’s silkier than my hair. How do you keep it like this?”

“I wash it in cold water.” River flushes. “To be fair, I wash all of me in cold water, since Allegra shut off the hot for the Betas.”

“Are we about to make our Beta come harder than he has in his life or swap grooming tips?” I demand.

“Both,” Laurent replies, helpfully.

“Also, you should have told me what my sister did to the servants, Riv. I’d have kicked her in her frilly ass, until she turned your hot water back on.”

“That’s what I was worried about,” River mutters. Then he appears to process what I said. “Come harder than…?”

I give a mischievous grin. “Uh-huh.”

I slip River’s jeans down his legs. He lifts his hips up eagerly.

I pull them off completely, throwing them merrily to join the other clothes in my nest.

Then I grip his underpants and drag them off in a single movement as well, claiming them as a trophy.

River better not think that he’s getting them back.

River’s cock hardens.

When Laurent begins to explore River’s chest through his t-shirt, River notices the shake in the Omega’s hand.

Gently, River clasps Laurent’s hand, stilling him. “It’s okay, la mia rosa. I’m yours, willingly. I have you, and you have me. I won’t move, if you don’t want me to. I’ll just lie here, and you can feel safe to touch me. You have my consent. I’m honored.”

Laurent’s hand steadies.

He plays with River’s fingers. “How do you understand me like that?”

“Because you’re not the only one who has spent years around people who…” River hesitates, glancing at me.

“What?” I whisper.

“My world was shattered,” River replies. “My family and pack in Sicily was taken away from me. I’ve grown up being surrounded by my enemies, not knowing who to trust. I’ve been beaten and used. You…my new pack…are my safety.”

“And you’re mine.” Laurent kisses River with a fresh confidence. “Now that we’ve found each other, nobody is ever going to touch us without consent again. Touch is only going to be about pleasure.”

“Show me,” River breathes. “Push up my t-shirt.”

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