Page 159 of Harley & Her Ferals

His cock is a weapon.

The heat has died down from the two bonds, but it’s not enough.

As Feral stalks across the bed toward me, he looks like a glorious, fire god. And Harbinger at his shoulder is his general.

Harbinger leans down to searchingly check my expression, before he kisses me, passionately.

Feral entwines his fingers with mine. I squeeze, and it’s like we’re talking to each other.

He doesn’t even take a moment, however, before he’s pulling my ankles up to rest on his shoulders.

Then he’s lining up and pistoning into me.

I whimper.

It’s intense, faster, and harder than even I’m used to.

Yet Laurent has prepared me for my Alpha’s much larger cock. And the fire in my core welcomes his matching inferno.

Feral may burn anyone else to ash. I don’t know how Harbinger survived.

But Feral and I match. We always have.

Harbinger brushes his fingers across my breasts, circling my nipples.

I push into his teasing touch, which is driving me faster to the edge.

I thrash side to side.

“Be good and lie still for us, Kitten.” Harbinger ducks his head, allowing his silky hair to brush against my heated skin.

He licks across my nipple, before curling around it with a tongue that feels sinfully good.

I shiver, when he teases me with his teeth.

Then he looks up at me. “I’ve been dreaming about how incredible you’ll feel on my knot. How I’ll breed you.”

Feral snarls.

Harbinger’s lips quirk. “After Devil Alpha here knots you first, of course. He’s already bredme. I don’t want him to get any ideas about knotting me as well.”

Despite the waves of pleasure crashing over me, I laugh.

I should have known what it would be like having Harbinger in my bed.

His irreverent playfulness fits with the rest of the pack. I thought that River was the brat in this bed but I’m not sure anymore.

Harbinger and I both freeze at Feral’s warning growl. It’s the only warning that we get, before Feral grabs us both by the hair.

Feral holds Harbinger likehe’sa badly behaved kitten in one hand, while he uses the other one to drag me up. Then he drops Harbinger on his face.

He manhandles me onto my elbows and knees.

I blush at how exposing a position it is. But when Feral plunges back into my pussy, I groan because the new position allows him to rut deeper into me.

It sparks even more intense pleasure through me.

I pant, as all ability to speak or think is driven from me.

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