Page 78 of Harley & Her Ferals

River shuffles back, tossing the half-eaten brioche to me with a warning glance that I know meansthis isn’t for you, sneaky Omega.

I wasn’t thinking of getting in a quick nibble.

Much.

It makes me happy in a deep, unexpected way, when I hold the brioche up to Laurent, and Laurent’s purr deepens.

River and Feral watch us two Omegas together with heated looks.

Interesting.

How much more turned on will they be watching their Omegas kissing?Fucking?

I imagine that Laurent would love the idea of being the one in our bed who is fucking me, while the Betas and Alphas can only look and not touch.

Except, I also love the idea of being the one to peg Laurent, for the same reason.

So many possibilities.

But first, I need my intentions and feelings to be clear.

The next weeks are going to be tough. This fight that we’re in together may be deadly.

I can’t have any misunderstandings. All my men deserve to know where they stand.

Laurent nibbles the brioche, deliberately grazing his lips over my fingers.

He’s definitelyplaying the playersright now.

When I raise my eyebrow at him, he laughs like he knows that he’s been caught out.

My turn to playhim.

I remove the brioche and place my mouth in its place like a challenge.

Laurent tentatively places his lips against mine but then doesn’t appear to know what to do.

Hasn’t he kissed anyone before?

I almost pull away in surprise but I don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Isn’t he a playboy? A socialite?

In the magazines, he’s displayed in transparent clothing, barely dressed. He looks like the type of wealthy Omega who is rutted by his pick of the most elite Alphas.

Yet is he a virgin?

Trying not to show the shock on my face, I take over the kiss to guide Laurent. I lick over his lips, before coaxing his mouth open.

The room is flooded with Feral’s spicy scent. He’s growling deep in his throat, desperate to join us.

Then Laurent moans.

It’s the fucking sexist thing in the world to have enticed such a wrecked sound from a man who holds himself together like Laurent does.

I draw my hand through his long hair, entwining my tongue with his.

Laurent smells and tastes of delicious rose chocolate truffles. He’s delicious.

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