Page 155 of Harley & Her Ferals

Has being able to be with his pack during his rut, actually overcome Feral’s knot sensitivity?

I smile, overjoyed.

Feral looks even wilder with desire.

“Sorry.” River winces. “That’s the best I can do.”

“Luckily, I like it rough, Sunshine, when I’m with the right man. And Feral is exactly the right Alpha…oof.” The breath is driven out of Harbinger, as Feral slowly but inexorably pushes into him.

Feral barely gives Harbinger a moment to adjust, before he starts to piston into him, hard and brutal.

Harbinger pants and clutches tightly at the pillow. But I notice that he still pushes his ass up to meet each thrust.

Laurent swallows. “I’m making it known now that I’m a virgin. And Iwillbreak, if I’m fucked like that.”

River crawls back across the bed, carding his fingers comfortingly through Laurent’s hair. “This is how two dominant Alphas play together, la mia rosa. Do you want me to show you how good it can feel, when it’s gentle? At the same time, you can fuck our Omega here and get her ready for her Alphas’ knots. Then we can bond her.”

Laurent sucks in a sharp breath. “So much it hurts. But why would you say that?”

I want that too.

But I understand what Laurent means. It’s breaking a frightening number of taboos.

For the male Omega to be the first to fuck me, rather than an Alpha.

For the Omega and Beta to be the first to bite and bond me…

By River’s challenging look, he knows what he’s asking.

In Traditional packs, along with every pack that I know in the Underworld, not only would this behavior not be accepted, but a Beta would be beaten and then thrown out of a heat for even suggesting it.

It’s a mistake to think that River is soft because he has a gentle nature.

Feral is at the most dominant he’s ever been, but River is still taking this risk.

Laurent can’t hide his fear.

He was raised in a Traditional pack. He trusts that we’re not the same but he still doesn’t know what our claiming traditions are.

He grabs River by the shoulders, pushing the Beta behind him like he can shield him with his body.

Through the haze of my heat, it still warms me that he’s protecting River.

Feral pauses in his savage rutting to glance over at us. He looks confused, when he sees his male Omega apparently trying to use his naked body to block his view of his own Beta.

His nose wrinkles at the scent of scared Omega.

Harbinger struggles to free his head from underneath Feral’s hold.

Harbinger’s voice sounds wrecked in the best way. “Tell the adorable idiots that you’re okay with them fucking each other, while you’re ruining my ass, big boy. Then that they can bond Harley first.”

Feral gives a punishing thrust for Harbinger daring to give him an order. Harbinger groans.

Yet Feral also nods.

Laurent relaxes. “You’re fine with us bonding Harley first…?”

Feral nods again.

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