Page 7 of Harley & Her Ferals

Feral’s lips tilt up just for a moment at this thought.

River being a troublemaker is what makes River so attractive to Feral.

For me, being with River is what I imagine it feels like to turn your face up toward the sun, which I’ve only watched on a screen.

No one else makes me feel as free.

Yet neither I nor Feral have kissed River yet.

How can we?

If it’s dangerous for us to be together, then it’s forbidden to fall for someone else’s Companion.

Not to mention the fact that I’m almost certain that my brother is secretly in love with River, his best friend.

Fuck, it’s complicated.

“My Beta.” Feral slams his hand against the front of the cage in frustration, rattling it.

“Uh-huh, mine too. But let’s hold the throat tearing, until we know what’s going on.” My nose wrinkles in concern. Why haven’t we been allowed out today?This is bad.Feral drags at the red shock collar, which is padlocked around his neck. It matches his hair like it’s a fashion accessory and not a torture device. My stomach turns every time that I see it. “Is it sore? Has it rubbed or burned you? Can I see?”

Feral flinches back.

He shakes his head.

I hold my hands up. “I won’t set off the shock. Allegra is a bitch for insisting you wear that. We’ll have it taken off and destroy it, as soon as we win the fight on Saturday.”

Feral narrows his eyes, slicking back his hair. He flexes his powerful arms.

Then he smirks. “S-scary Alpha.”

“Terrifying.” I widen my eyes in an impression of my younger sister.

I clutch at my chest, pretending that I’m about to faint.

It makes my stomach fluttery, when Feral chuckles.

Making my serious Alpha laugh is always the best reward.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” I say in a mock, shrill voice. “A little thing like me doesn’t dare to be around you without a dog’s shock collar around your neck. What’s mean about that? You’re just so big…and wait, is that your knot in your shorts? It’s scandalously large. Outrageous. How could a sweet, innocentlittle Omega be safe in a house around such a giant, killer Alpha with a cock like a…?”

Feral shivers, growling with a dominance that turns me on.

I know how to distract him and what he likes to hear in role play.

What Alpha doesn’t have a praise kink about the size of their knot?

“Lie down.” Feral’s Alpha Bark takes me deliciously by surprise. It also makes me tingle all over.

It’s not oppressive or cruel like the Alpha Commands, which Dad uses to control me.

An Alpha Bark can be used by ferals on any dynamic. It doesn’t force me against my will to obey, but rather, fills me with overwhelming pleasure, when Ichooseto.

We’ve both agreed to play with this skill.

When I lie down, obeying him, I gasp and arch my back.

Waves of pleasure cascade over me, rewarding me.

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