Page 118 of Harley & Her Ferals

Laurent glances at me, and I nod.

Laurent lets go of River’s hand to edge up the Beta’s t-shirt, first revealing the olive skin of his stomach and then further, all the way to his chest.

“Put your arms above your head,” I order River, “and keep them there. You’re going to be our good Beta today and let yourself feel how much you’re loved by your Omegas.”

If Betas were capable of purring, River would be now.

He’s close to wagging his tail.

He raises his arms, linking his hands above his head. It stretches him in the most delicious way.

Laurent tucks River’s t-shirt under his armpits, revealing his pretty nipples.

Laurent traces over River’s nipples with interest, especially when River reveals his sensitivity by gasping.

By Laurent’s sharp grin, that’s a mistake.

I turn my own attention to River’s hard cock. I run my hand up and down it, twisting my wrist.

River whines.

Then I slip off my shorts and straddle River.

I deliberately grip River’s cock, teasing it along my clit and the folds of my pussy.

River stiffens and then attempts to thrash from side to side.

“Still.” I smack the side of his hip, crisply. “Accept what I give you.”

I continue to tease him, while his thighs quiver.

Pleasure winds through me at the scent of these men in my nest and the feel of River’s cock as a toy in my hands.

With a smirk, I sit back.

I pull River’s cock between my thighs, encouraging him to pump his cock between them for friction.

It feels incredible for me as well.

Laurent strokes his fingers up and down River’s sides, making him squirm.

River is taking short, panted breaths.

Then Laurent relentlessly focuses on our Beta’s nipples. He circles them, before flicking across them.

He’s watching River’s expression for cues.

Every time that River gives away how much a certain move is pushing him toward his orgasm, Laurent repeats it with a mix of dominance and fascination.

I’d feel sorry for River, if he wasn’t humping his hips, making such obvious groans of pleasure.

When Laurent turns his head toward me, tossing his hair over his shoulder and looking like something too debauched to exist outside a Beta’s fantasy porn on OmegaHub, I lean up to capture his plush lips.

I moan, as Laurent thrusts his tongue into my mouth.

He leans down, tweaking on River’s nipple. The way that River bucks up against my core, while Laurent kisses me, pushes me into a shuddering orgasm.

Laurent grabs me by the hair and drags me down to River’s chest.

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