Page 127 of Harley & Her Ferals

Yet I can’t do that without blowing a plan, which could save everyone in the Underworld.

I can’t do that yet.

Conflicted, I shove his chest, stronger than I intended to, and he stumbles back. “You’re the bad Alpha who works for the Hades.”

He becomes ashen.

Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that. I regret it the moment that it slips from my lips.

Calling someone abad Alphais the worst thing that you can say.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Why? It looks like I am abad Alpha, doesn’t it?”

“Laurent doesn’t think you are one.”

“Rook’s my scent match. He’s not thinking clearly.” All of a sudden, Harbinger surges forward, grabbing me by the arms and hauling me against his chest. “But if I’m so bad, why did you cry when I was beaten? Why did you yell for the other Alphas to stop hurting me?”

He’s breathing hard. I can feel the rapid beat of his heart through his leathers.

His powerful pheromones are wild and uncontrolled.

I don’t think Harbinger knows how powerfully he’s putting them out.

I’m trembling, overwhelmed.

His vanilla bourbon scent surrounds me. I never want to stop breathing in its sweetness.

Yet I still boldly meet Harbinger’s gaze. “And if I’m a power hungry Omega, why did you bare your neck and take that beating to save me?”

“Because I…” Harbinger breaks off with a snarl. Then he licks over his dry lips, before continuing, “I can’t love you. I can’t…but I do.”

Then he kisses me.

It’s hard and passionate.

It feels like a denial and an admission all at the same time.

I kiss back just as hard.

The kiss is a revelation.

It has the same spark and electricity that has always existed between Harbinger and me.

I’m already aflame, just from the touch of our lips.

I moan, and Harbinger holds me tighter, crushing me to his chest.

“The winner fucks the loser over their bike,” I say, between sucking and kissing on his lower lip.

Harbinger’s eyes flame. “It’s only fair. Ready, Kitten?”

“I’ve been ready from the moment that I met you.”

Harbinger pushes the hair from my eyes in a move that catches me by surprise with how tender it is. “I can’t wait to ride you. Are you sure?”

“I’m already soaking wet.” I wriggle free of him, before squirming my tight leathers and panties down my legs. I flush at the heated way that Harbinger watches me. “I’m your prize in the bet. Use me.”

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