Page 237 of Harley & Her Ferals

“Called it.” River waves his hand in the air.

Feral and River are now stripping Laurent, who is writhing in the blankets.

It feels right that he’ll be the only naked member of the pack in the bed, at least to begin with.

“You know that Omegas who bite and bond also fall into the same heat cycles, when they live together.” I narrow my eyes. “I guess it was so that packs in more difficult times in the past weren’t at risk by having too many days caught in ruts. I hope your knot is feeling strong because after Laurent’s heat, I’m going to fall into mine.”

Harbinger freezes.

“Whoops, sore knots all around. But also, delirious pleasure for forty-eight hours too.” He pushes himself fully onto the nest. “Will you manage that, Sunshine? Do you want to call over Bliss to help?”

River pulls off the final piece of Laurent’s clothing, his shirt, folding it neatly. “I’ve gone years barely sleeping. This last month is the first time that I’ve had a proper night’s sleep because I feel safe. Forty-eight hours is nothing. I’ll grab naps. You all just worry about meeting each other’s needs. I’ll be here, supporting you. I always will.”

“You always have.” I smile. “Thanks, Riv.”

“You’re a better Beta — person — than I deserve in my life.” Harbinger looks uncomfortable, playing with the zip on his jacket. “But I’m fucking glad that you accepted me into this pack. I love you, Sunshine.”

River’s face lights up. “Iadoreyou, mio amore.”

Harbinger cockily runs his hand through his hair. “Who wouldn’t.”

To be fair, he’s so fucking gorgeous that he has a point.

River teasingly rolls his eyes.

“I missed you, Chase.” I say, softly.

Harbinger reacts to theChaselike I’ve struck him with electricity. He turns back to me with an aching yearning.

I grab Harbinger by his leather jacket and yank him closer to me.

He’s still wearing his boots and smells of oil and leather.

“We all did,” I add.

Harbinger’s expression becomes more vulnerable. “A wolf always comes back to their pack.”

He kisses me, deep and filled with longing.

“And an Omega in heat,” Laurent says, sharply, “is likely to bite, if he’s not fuckedright now.”

“Ah, there’s the thorn that we all know and love.” River laughs. “I was beginning to be worried there for a moment.”

He places down the water bottle and runs his hand firmly up and down Laurent’s cock, making him whine.

I’m not sure if it’s in reward or punishment.

“Good boy, telling us what you need,” Harbinger says.

Does he think that Laurent is joking about the biting?

Laurent bares his teeth, even though his cheeks tint with a pleased pink. “Come closer and call megood boyagain. I can’t nip you over there.”

It’s a relief to know that even beneath the sudden heat induced sweetness, Laurent can still prick us.

Laurent was a virgin, when I first met him. He’d never been willingly touched or kissed. He’s trusted me to teach him pleasure. It’s been an incredible journey so far, and I can’t wait to show him the joy of his Omega instincts.

I’m relieved that he’s lucid enough to give consent about bonding.

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