Page 228 of Harley & Her Ferals

River has never forgotten to lay a fresh flower on my pillow every morning.

Like this, I can see the mafia heir that he could have been. Except, now he’s helping me to care for the Battles pack, as well as being a loving member of the Ferals.

I can rely on him in every way.

River is the sunshine in all our lives, and even if it happened in a terrible way, I can’t regret that I met him.

I’m glad that he escaped the mafia world. He can start living an independent life as much as the rest of us are, which is away from blood, death, and nightmares.

Although River has joined us tonight, normally he’s a day person.

He’s thrilled every sunny day, dragging us out into the garden to sunbathe, eat breakfast on the terrace, or tend to his new flowers in his rose garden at the back of Feral Nest.

River is watching Feral and me with a soft expression. “Neither the moon nor the stars shine as brightly as my bella and mio re.”

I rest my head against River’s shoulder. “You’re meant to be looking at the sky and not us.”

“What’s more beautiful about the sky than the man and woman down here on earth?” River replies. “There’s nothing up there that I want, as much as my bonded pack right here.”

I lean up to capture River’s plush lips.

He kisses me sweetly.

Feral’s blazing eyes meet River’s over my head.

Then he’s reaching behind me to drag River away from me by his curls to kiss him, dark and demanding.

Caught between the two men, I pant.

Feral alternates kisses between the two of us, until I’m breathless.

Then Feral manhandles River around, and I help him, grasping at his shoulders.

My chest is rising and falling.

In the tangle of limbs, River’s glasses are knocked off and onto the floor.

Whoops.

Sometimes Feral and I forget our strength. We’re used to being wild in our lovemaking.

Wild and glasses don’t mix, as we’re finding out.

“Shit.” River squirms out of our holds. “Not again.”

River gingerly picks up the frames and checks them over.

Feral and I exchange sheepish looks.

“Sorry.” Feral tilts his head. “Broken?”

River shakes his head. “If they were, you’re the one who explains to Laurent why—”

“We kissed you so hard th-that w-we broke your glasses for th-the th-third time in a month?” Feral sounds smug.

River finally smiles, sliding the glasses safely onto the windowsill. “Ah, the last time you broke the frames was whenyou bent me over my desk and fucked me so hard that you also broke the desk.”

Feral looks even smugger.

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