Page 243 of Harley & Her Ferals

Then he throws him down in the center of the pile of toy chess pieces.

Feral cages our Omega.

When he kisses Laurent, it’s more like a snarl. But then, Laurent kisses Feral back just as savagely.

River, Harbinger, and I watch — transfixed — as Feral pounds into Laurent, while Laurent bites and scratches and fucks with a wildness that I’ve never seen before.

See, Laurent’s inner Omega is emerging in his heat.

Perhaps, it’s a combination of his extreme heat combined with the Alpha Bark.

Whatever it is, we need to tap into this side of him more often.

“Shit.” Harbinger turns onto his back, pillowing his head on his arms. “Rook truly does bite, and scratch, and fuck like a feral Omega. I pity anyone who is tricked that Rook is some sweet, submissive elite. Look at them go.”

I nudge Harbinger’s side. “Join them. Fer is already close to knotting him. Fer won’t be able to get out the words. I love how you help him to communicate.”

Harbinger kisses me lightly. “He helps me too. He can understand me at a glance. No one has been able to do that. Like the dominant glance that he’s shooting me now over his shoulder, while still pinning his Omega down and pistoning into him like a champ…? It meansget your ass over here.”

“Get going then, mio amore.” River settles next to me, taking my hand.

Harbinger pushes himself up, crawling through the nest to rest his hand on Laurent’s cheek.

Laurent turns to nip his palm. But he’s purring, deep and beautiful.

Harbinger grips Laurent’s chin to gain his attention. “Rook, will you accept the bond of the Feral pack?”

“Yes,” Laurent gasps. “Please.”

“Good Omega.” Harbinger kisses him.

Harbinger glances over Laurent at Feral.

The two Alphas smile, clutching each other’s hands.

Then they both lean to place their mouths on either side of Laurent’s neck above the bond bites that River and I left.

Feral’s hips stutter, and he starts to knot Laurent.

Laurent wails and comes. Pearly liquid spurts onto his stomach.

But he’s still hard.He’s going to come again.

Laurent is shaking, tied to Feral’s knot.

Overstimulated, he comes for a second time.

Instantly, the two Alphas bite down on his throat.

As Laurent screams in pleasure, I feel my men’s pure joy through the bond.

It’s more than joy.

It’s thecompletenessthat Feral spoke about.

I understand it now.

This is my bonded pack.

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