Page 154 of Harley & Her Ferals

Since he’s currently lying underneath him with Feral’s teeth so close to his jugular, I doubt it.

It’s clear who the most dominant Alpha is.

Harbinger surprises me again by leaning up to kiss Feral. “It’s got a good ring to it, Devil Alpha.”

River reaches out his hand to tap Feral on the shoulder. “Since you can’t talk right now, remember to tap the bed three times if you need a break or are in distress. Tap my shoulder like this, if you need a drink or something to eat.”

Feral nods.

I love that River has thought of a way for Feral to communicate.

But why do I think that it’s actuallyHarbingerwho has more need of that, since he’s the one who is working to control Feral’s rut for me?

Feral looks wilder than I’ve seen him before. His pheromones are strong.

From the moment that River brought Feral into the bedroom, Feral hasn’t spoken.

I think that the rut, which my heat instantly dragged Feral into, is even more intense than my heat.

Feral has always been trapped in his cage during his ruts, driven crazy by being separated from me. Being able to spend this time together, rather than being torn apart, is everything that I’ve dreamed about.

It’s also overwhelming for both of us.

I reach my hand to brush Feral’s shoulder as well.

Feral’s gaze snaps to mine. He bares his fangs.

When he attempts to dive toward me, Harbinger’s musclebound wall of primal Alpha demonstrates his true strength by gripping Feral by the shoulder and flipping him with a grappling move to the other side of the bed.

Then Harbinger straddles him, struggling to subdue the snarling Alpha. “How about we take the edge off this extreme Alpha rut, before you accidentally break our little Kitty? Why don’t you try and breakme, instead?”

Harbinger is sacrificing himself again for me.

Except by the way that he’s flushing, and his cock is hard against his stomach, he’s going to enjoy being broken.

Feral refocuses on Harbinger.

Then the two Alphas kiss with a clash of teeth and snarls, and I don’t know which one started the fight for dominance within a kiss, but it’s the hottest thing that I’ve seen.

“Damn,” Laurent murmurs, watching our two Alphas with wide eyes.

Feral grabs Harbinger by the neck and manhandles him around to twist their positions, until Harbinger is lying underneath him.

River is monitoring them closely, in case Feral forgets how injured Harbinger is.

Despite everything, Feral still remembers to keep his weight off the other man’s ribs. The position supports the Alpha and doesn’t put any strain on him.

He keeps Harbinger in place firmly by the neck, despite it being clear that Harbinger isn’t trying to escape.

“Lube.” Harbinger’s voice is muffled in the sheets, but he waves frantically at the nightstand.

River dives for one of the bottles. He grabs it and then scrambles over the bed.

He parts Harbinger’s cheeks, dribbling lube over his crack. Then he also smears the liquid over Feral’s giant cock.

Feral flinches, but then, his eyelashes flutter with unexpected pleasure, when River’s hand strokes up and down his cock without pain.

My heart lightens.

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