Page 41 of Harley & Her Ferals

Reluctantly, I draw back from the kiss.

“I want you inside me,” I murmur. “I don’t know what will happen in the next couple of weeks. But we’re going to be in danger. I only want my first time to be with you, Fer. You’re my Alpha. I don’t need to bond with you officially to know that. I can already feel it in my soul. Plus, you deserve pleasure. You always give it to me first. But you’re worthy of it as well.”

Feral turns his head away, avoiding my gaze.

“Devil Alpha,” I repeat more firmly, “don’t let Dad take this away from you. They can cage your body but not your pleasure. Let me help you free your…”

“Cock?” Feral tilts his head, before his plush lips twist. “Hurts.”

My heart aches. “I know. I’m sorry. We can do this however you want. You don’t need to use your knot.”

Suddenly, Feral’s eyes gleam with a sinful excitement that makes my core throb at the same time that my heart beats faster.

He tightens his hold on my wrists, while kissing me again. “I’m going to f-f-fuck you.Hard.”

“Please…” I shiver, breathing in Feral’s delicious cinnamon brandy scent.

My skin is tingling in anticipation.

Feral doesn’t hesitate.

There’s no thrill like being in the hold of such a powerful man, who everyone else in the Underworld is terrified of, knowing that he’s about to fuck you ruthlessly.

Yet also knowing that you’re the only person who is safe to be underneath him.

The only person apart from River.

I clasp tighter onto the stem of the tulip.

Our Beta.

At last, Feral lets go of my wrists to reach down and rip down my shorts to my knees.

He isn’t gentle. He’s too worked up like this to be. Neither of uswanthim to be. It isn’t his style.

Then he rubs his fingers up and down the folds of my pussy, feeling how wet I am with satisfaction.

I writhe, when he taps across my clit. I grit my teeth not to come straight away.

Then he works his own shorts down.

His hard cock pops out.

Shit, it’s as giant as Feral is.

My eyes widen.

“I don’t think that you’ll fit,” I squeak.

Feral puffs out his chest with pride.

Then he works two fingers into me, and I forget about anything but the cascade of pleasure.

“Fer,” I gasp. “More.”

Feral leans over me, kissing down my jaw and then my neck.

“Yes,” I encourage. “That’s amazing.”

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