Page 132 of Harley & Her Ferals

Laurent’s lips thin. “The more relevant question than how mind-blowing my scent match’s cock no doubt felt…”

The blood drains from my face. “My Thorn, I’m sorry.”

Some ancient elite Omegas have traditions about things like this.

As his scent match, Laurent should have been all Harbinger’s firsts in our pack.

I didn’t imagine that Laurent was that type of Omega. On the other hand, he was raised strictly. He may believe in the rules that I’ve heard other Omegas from Above talking about.

“It wasn’t planned,” I explain. “In fact, I was mainly scolding Harbinger and somehow that turned into kissing and then…”

“It’s happened to all of us.” Laurent arches his brow. “Actually, it hasn’t. But I’m not concerned about some bullshit elite tradition. I’m more concerned that Harbinger used his frankly stunning ass to distract you. What Omega can think, when they’re being fucked senseless?”

“What do you mean?”

“The relevant questions are,” Laurent held up his elegant fingers on each one, “how did he win the race against you? How did he know the trick to the track? He could have asked you anything, so why did he waste his one question to ask you about why you wanted to become heir? Why did he put his emphasis on us risking our lives?”

River straightens, twirling to Laurent. “Do you ever let that smart mind of yours rest and simply enjoy the moment? Me? I want to revel in some villain fantasies. For example, Harbinger gives me a ride on his motorcycle, while I secretly ridehim…”

Feral snaps.

With a growl, Feral stalks across the bedroom and snatches River by the curls.

Feral looks like a giant next to the Beta.

River yelps but goes limp in submission.

River is panting. His pupils are dilated. He leans against Feral, looking up at him with so much love that it makes my heart leap.

I’m beginning to understand why River wants to watch Harbinger and me together.

Feral drags River into a punishing kiss. Then he bites hard on his lower lip.

River groans inpleasurepainbut doesn’t pull away. His long eyelashes flutter.

At last, Feral releases River’s lip, licking over it in satisfaction. “M-my Beta.”

“Got it,” River replies, struggling to loop his arms around Feral’s strong shoulders.

Feral kisses him again, hard and claiming but slightly gentler than before. “AndI’llbe the one f-f-fucking Harbinger over his Harley.”

River looks delighted. “And I can watch, right?”

Feral merely smirks.

“Count me in.” Laurent waves his hand, regally. “Alpha on Alpha is my favorite type of taboo porn.”

The image of Feral, the Devil Alpha, fighting for dominance with the other wolf tattooed Alpha, already has me wet.

I bite my lip.

Feral’s intense gaze settles on me. “I w-w-want Harbinger.”

“I do as well,” I soothe. “We just need to get through this ball. Then I can claim you all. After that we can make a plan for Harbinger.”

“This is really happening.” River hugs tighter onto Feral. “We’re going to bond. I’ll belong to you both.”

“To me as well.” Laurent’s gaze sharpens.

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