Page 156 of Harley & Her Ferals

“Don’t mind me,” Harbinger drawls, which is impressive with how hard he’s being rutted. “But I’m okay with it too.”

“Of course you are, amore mio, because you’re not the type who plays by the rules.” River pushes Laurent to gently fall over me, and I welcome Laurent with a kiss. “You’re my rebel with a cause.”

“Amoremio, huh?” Harbinger grins.

River flushes. “Fuck him harder, mio re, he can still talk.”

“Hey,” Harbinger calls, looking caught between betrayed and delighted.

Feral slides his hands underneath Harbinger’s ass, pulling him more firmly onto his cock.

Harbinger moans, finally losing his superpower of banter.

Satisfying.

Then I moan as well, when Laurent cages me and nudges my pussy with his hard cock. “Ready for me, good girl?”

“Please…” Sweat drips into my eyes.

Laurent’s eyes darken. “Hearing you beg isn’t going to grow old.”

“Or you beg,good boy.” River brushes Laurent’s hair aside to kiss his shoulder.

Laurent’s cheeks pink on thegood boy.

He glows.

Like most Omegas, he has a definite praise kink.

Between the Beta and Alphas in this bed, it’ll be a competition to see who calls Laurentgoodmore times a day.

I smile at the thought.

Actually, it’ll probably be me.

River dribbles lube onto his fingers, before sliding one of them into Laurent’s ass, soothing over his hip to steady him at the new sensation.

This time, I capture Laurent’s lips to distract him.

He kisses me, desperately. His eyes fall closed.

When River adds a second finger, curling them, however, Laurent’s eyes fly open.

“W-w-what?” Laurent gasps.

River chuckles. “And that’s called your prostate.”

“Again,” Laurent haughtily demands.

Then like he can’t hold back any longer, spurred on by the pleasure that River is showing him, he thrusts into me.

I whine at the dizzying pleasure.

Yes.

I need this.

But it’s not enough.

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